Last Lieutenants Lyrics

Last Lieutenants lyrics

*yeah, hold on, shit, so smooth, ya..*

[Vinni]
ey yo I love it when
the sky's blue
I'm leaning heavy to the side when I slide through
red in
ma eye, you know how I do
ready to ride, me and my crew, veterans high
we
keep the medicine inside let me guide you
were fly tool splitting hash with
cynics
coz they don't wanna let these bastards in it
filling marihuana
passed the limit
we've been ignored for these past few minutes
now I'm
sure we're the last lieutenants
we get the cash printed while backpackers
getting pissed
telling me I cant be rapping to this
I've got the snap of
an immaculate wrist
keep it cracking in this natural mist
to make it
happen, get my track on the list, I'm not an activist
I play it cool, the
type that likes to stay in the pool
with weed swaying through ma
molecules
I follow jewels while running with rum
that's where I'm humming
it from
coming like, "Vinni, you son of a
gun"

Chorus:
shit it's really all the same, ain't nothing to
tell
and I ain't really trying to change always puffin a L
might as well
yo coz I ain't tryin to be like you
see we just do the shit that we like to,
"we're high"

shit it's really all the same, ain't nothing to
see
we're only dealing with some change, ain't no fucking for free
can't
complain, get a couple of g's and roll on
and all you funny motherfuckers so
long

ther eain't nothing you can tell me
untill they're hearing the
bells that set ma cells free
I'm wearing this shell might as well
be
sharing ma spells where they sell g's
staring at fellas that yell
please
spending parallell cheese, just like me
and same recognize same so
I reckoned I'd explain
for a check in ma name
champagne and a second of
fame, see I'm reppin for lames
mic-checking and I'm stepping up ma
game
trained for ma turn to spit, It's ma life I've earned the
script
nice and I ain't concerned with shit
payed the price and firmed
the grip, learned the tricks of the trade
to fix shit like a switchblade,
the music-industry is bitchmade
dummis and gimmicks and in a few Ill be
running this clinic
I don't really care for none of your limits, that's on
you
shouldn't listen to them fools they be wrong
too

Chorus:

these are the gratest hits also known as the only
hits
how long you think it is before we gon blow this bitch?
trade in
these bogus kicks, shit sober up and focus
work the shoulders, see me
vouge-ing like that shit was chic
or I'll be six feet deep - hating on the
dream
still waiting for the cream
vacant with the scheme, naked all green
with no bacon just skin
future science celebrating how they made him this
thin
I'm breaking it in, awaking in the A.m., working overtime
I'll have
your folders lined, big up to Copyline
the show is signed, sealed, pressed
and shipped
- just in time, man I guess that's it

Chorus:
-see ya!