MOUNT WESTMORE

Have A Nice Day (Fuck You)
I'd do it all again Oh-oh Yeah, oh Bionic culture World full of vultures Lookin' over my shoulder My kind words are colder [Chorus: Dem Jointz & Jenn Em] Fuck you (Fuck you) Kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Die slow (Why?) Your life is trash (Woah-woah-woah-woah) Thank you, have a nice day I'm lost in the wind Made a milli' off the flow, now it's time to reinvent it I'm the soldier and lieutenant, I'm the owner and the vendor Yeah, the angel and the sinner, main course and the dinner Mike Glove with the glitter, doin' deals on the shitter (What?) You won't find a nigga realer, you can look around thе globe Shit get hot up in the kitchеn, so don't stand around the stove I'm from Long Beach, nigga, I ain't hang out at The Grove I was hustlin' with them hustlers gettin' payouts from the blow Blue Chucks on the soles of the foot of a man (Yeah) Niggas talkin' about gettin' money, but how good is the plan? Letras de cancionesMiddle finger to the law, one foot in the sand Ran this motherfuckin' town and 'bout to do it again (Woah, why, why?) All the shit these niggas talkin', I can smell they whispers (Why?) Y'all get hot, then not, but me, I remain a fixture (I'd do it all again) How I walk and how I talk and paint the Cripture (Ooh-wee) Right before I let this stainless hit you (Oh-oh) Nigga, I'ma sing this with you (Yeah, oh) Fuck you (Fuck you) Kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Die slow (Why?) Your life is trash (Woah-woah-woah-woah) Thank you, have a nice day I'm in the wind (I'm in the wind, mane, uh) When fetti come across my plate, I'ma say "Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat" (Let's eat) When I was in the game, I was sellin' that 'caine for cheap, for cheap, for cheap (For cheap) Me and my organization, we was deep, deep, deep, deep, deep (Deep) Make like an amphibian, if you feel froggish, nigga, leap (Leap) Rule number one, when you makin' a play, they can't sit in the backseat (Uh-uh) Rule number two, in the dark or the day, stay strapped up with your heat (Uh-huh) "E-40 my favorite rapper 'cause his style is so unique" (Flows) "They say that he the first rapper to rap in cursive off-beat" (Cold) He be gassin', they need some Tums, acid reflex (Reflex) Bound to see him at Food 4 Less or Grocery Outlet (Outlet) Ain't no other place like The Bay, ho, you should know (Know) Shut down the freeway and start a sideshow (Show) Heard the "Thizzle Dance," "Blow The Whistle," "Tell Me When to Go" (Go, woah, why, why, why?) Get arrested, get out and start over, ho (Ho) Baby right there, she cakey like a bakery (Like a bakery, I'd do it all again) Used to be the ugly duckling, now she yellin' "Fuck you, nigga, pay me" (Pay me, oh-oh, yeah, oh) Fuck you (Fuck you) Kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Die slow (Why?) Your life is trash (Woah-woah-woah-woah) Thank you, have a nice day I'm in the wind I'm her mentor and her therapist A gateway to a place she would never get (Never) No way to sit without me If I teach you the game, I'ma charge her a fee (She got a thing) Now you gon' charge me? I stole your daughter so you treat me like a car thief? Lock up all the kingpins and all the real pimps You gon' have a problem in these streets you can't deal with These tricks wanna fuck these hoes, you a customer You don't give a fuck, I really fuck with her I ain't at the club sayin' "Wiggle it for me" I'm showin' her how to get this digital money (Get it, girl) So I guess we all the bad guy (Woah, why, why?) You wanna fuck her body, I wanna fuck her mind (Why?) You've been sayin' I'm the problem, all these years (I'd do it all again) So when I see you motherfuckers, this is all you hear, bitch (Oh-oh, yeah, oh) Fuck you (Fuck you) Kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Die slow (Why?) Your life is trash (Woah-woah-woah-woah) Thank you, have a nice day I'm in the wind If you cancel Ice Cube, you cancel yourself You need the Pied Piper to get you through these vipers These punk motherfuckers wanna send you to Rikers Cut the check, who give a fuck if they like us? Cash that bitch for all the bangers and bikers "Hey, Grandmama, I'm spinnin' the tires" She said "Where'd you get it?", "I got it from liars You know, the one you said will be thrown in the fires" See, Granny used to sing "We Shall Overcome" Sixty years later, we barely got a crumb Sixty years later, we still in them streets We didn't overcome, we victim of elites Nigga, grab that microphone, nigga, crab them cleats (Woah, why, why, why?) Nigga, catch that pass, nigga, rock them beats To every men, women, boy or girl Define to saving love with this white man's world Fuck you (Fuck you) Kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Die slow (Why?) Your life is trash (Woah-woah-woah-woah) Thank you, have a nice day I'm in the wind From Letras Mania