Bourbans And `llacs Lyrics

Bourbans And `llacs lyrics

[Featuring Lil' Gotti Gambino Mo B. Dick Silkk The Shocker]
[Mo B.
Dick]
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
[Master P]
(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
cocaine
Hit
interstate ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just raised the
Lexus
Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin
on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in
it
[Mo B. Dick]
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, pussy 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 bitch 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 nigga
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
[Mo B. Dick]
Playa, play
on
I can't hate you homie
Playa, play on
I can't hate you
homie
[Lil' Gotti Gambino]
Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money
and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm
thugging on the scene, nigga
Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents,
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 shit and hit the studio and make a
mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit 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 shit no
other way
The made
life, the game tight, No Limit for life
[Mo B. Dick]
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