Cruising USA - The Jacka, Freddie Gibbs, Styles P

Yeah, I’m into finer things, I’m into buying things

And I don’t mean just to so I can say that I’m a Cali king

I got my on, Nike’s on, feeling like I’m right at home

Colder than the ice up in my styrofoam

I know the feds want my iPhone

But I’mma grind untill they throw me and that iron hole

And when I get out I’mma get it tenfold

And when I get it I’mma kick it in the door

And everything life has to offer

But life is cheap so it’ll cost you

I got some skeletons in my closet

Some motherfuckers tried to rob me now they in a

That’s a message if you’re plotting

Conscious, my revolver

I got some hungry ass lawyers

The type it take to build a case and beat the shit for you

Smoking in the Bay so Jackie give me the K

Funny thing, I was a jacker back in the day

Run up in the spot with the trey pound

Everybody lay down

We got it cheap, 20 for the K now

I don’t give a damn if your man wrong

Told you that if your mans strong

Eating roasted crab out in

Try to open your eyes in a sandstorm

That’s like seeing ghost, loading guns and coke

I’ll shoot you and take your herb cause I need to smoke

I’m a gangster 'til I die cause I took the oath

Tell Blanco, homie, go on the console

Roll the cookies up, show them niggas how the dons roll

Drinking 'till your minds blown

Spending money, having fun, so the time’s flown

If you ain’t got no money get your grind on

And I don’t need diamonds to keep the shine on

As I get blowed smoking Keisha Cole

Unravel that pack of weight, twist 'em like a pita roll

Dope prices for me to know, for you to buy

I supply 'em, distrubute

Bills to the sky, gotta get this loot

Summertime ride, gotta get that coupe

brew

Skimask on

Came for the money and the ice, if you play with you life

Motherfucker, you could lose that too

Yeah, nigga you could lose that shoe

Got a clean '82 all blue

And I put it on bold

The hustling and the pimping hoes, man, that’s all I do

All I want is dope and weed

Shoot my niggas out to Vegas, let’s go blow some cheese

Hoes gone play that hokey pokey up that sour dough

We past AM, they dusting cocaine up their nose

My nigga, all I ever wanted was some dope and weed

I’mma sold my strip up, pick a bad bitch up and go blow some cheese

She pop up that pussy as I sit back and smoking platinum kush

That’s how I play it, it’s amazing where this game she took it

Police shook