Burbons And Lacs (Explicit)

Burbons And Lacs (Explicit) - Master p/Silkk The Shocker/Lil' Gotti

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players hustlas pimps and macks

With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players smokin doolamac

Slappin skins makin dividends and riding strapped

(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats

Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me

Smokin on that doshia

Four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers

True to the gizzame stopped in the projects

Sold a half an ounce of coc*ine

Hit interstate ten to Texas

Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus

Called up Pimp C

Did a song last week with my ni**a Bun B

Twistin on some green spinach

And niggas still trippin I aint dead

I'm still in it

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players hustlas pimps and macks

With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks

Silkk The Shocker

See pockets full of dollars already stacked

Strong gangsta leaning sideways

Today aint Friday ten it is and today is my day

Take it from mister high spoke rider

Cadillac Suburban driver p**sy diver

Push the glock inside when I'm riding

Flossing down the block

Holla at my boys up in the third

Got the latest word swerve to the side of the curb

A fiend that wanted me to serve him

I said b**ch cant tell I'm off

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls

And then I burst up out the block

Dropped the top cause it was hot

Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow

Abouts to plot

Spin donuts you know I'm macking a straight up ni**a

Catch me spinnin' you can tell I was there

Cause I clocked smoke when I was finished

I seen five O and man he tried to sweat me

Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause

I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they

Can't catch me

And if you see me chilling you can stop me

But i keep that glock 40 up on the dashboard

You never know who might not be

This is for the playas

Playa play on

I can't hate you homie

Playa play on

I can't hate you homie

Burbans and Lacs mansions and b**ches money and w**d

A made life is all I dream

Paper chasing for that green

I'm thugging on the scene ni**a

What ya don't believe well check the credent's

They'll tell ya

A niggas living presidential

I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel

My daughter thought I'd get caught up

In the game and get killed

But reverse that sh*t and hit the studio and make a mill

For real I'm slanging platinum sh*t

Until I'm old and ill

Lil' Gotti I'm gonna make you feel what I say

I got time to parlay

Chill off in the bay smoke some hay

I wouldn't have that sh*t no other way

The made life the game tight No Limit for life

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players smokin doolamac

With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players smokin doolamac

With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks

Playa play on

I can't hate you homie