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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Smoke DZA
Performer
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Performer
Eileen Moudou
Eileen Moudou
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Pompey
S. Pompey
Songwriter
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Producer
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Mixing Engineer
John Spark Moriau
John Spark Moriau
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Y'all ready for the rest of the show? Everybody say Yeah I say you ready for the rest of the show? Everybody Say yeah Are you ready? So right now stand up on your feet Stand up motherfuckers, stand up Because coming to the stage, he needs no Introduction Big meals at Frankie & Johnny's, I tip generous Ain't no ceilings for DZA, my shit limitless Out of body experience Wait, jump back in my temple, I got a vision, is this Killer shit? Whole lotta commas is what you dealing with, the Main event Don't even mention them other cats to me, they came And went Lost case, competition locked in a cross face Grip tight, pissed like Tony when he lost on a horse Race Travel abroad safe, the Lord's great Righteous, been blessed since diapers For the lookers' and the likers' The boy dead Syria, nigga, watch how they ISIS The nicest, underrated, overrated, fuck the ratings Who debate? Then screw your opinions, see what the People saying God gotta watch for Satan, I operate in silence Keep the peace, but niggas only respect violence Hammer play, Greg Valentinein' and I'm shining, I Earned this O's burning, most sermons continue steaming I planned this back since ridin' filthy on a Major Deegan You gotta kill 'em and leave 'em breathing sometimes Give 'em a tour through stress valley, make sure it's Scenic and grime Gold glasses filled, my wine spilt How can niggas stand there and downplay all that Shit that I built? Fuck it, everything is signed, sealed, I'm just Reflectin' I leave the credit for the bill collectors, DZA It ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this Ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this I'm in the pole, 29, 000 feet from concrete Chief chief like my big uncle from Long Beach Bumping Commodores Running through the pack like Marshall Faulk Like a boss, I cop 10 like Masha'Allah George Kush 'bout to twist the martial law You don't even run your own life, what you talking For? God damn, lil homie up north kept shooting, hot hand Here come the police, I'm seeing red lights, Roxanne Big drum thumping like a rock band, woah Watch a nigga paint the picture, young Vince Van Gogh Highlight reel, highlight show 5 Mic flow, gotta see further than your eyesight go I call the iso, young big homie, you got it right Though Last of the poets, gotta fight the good fight, bro Kush god, I like dough, the idol Lobster and rock obscure Lo Y'all know Switch to some custom shit and change the pace Presidential crowns with the shiny face There ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this There ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this Don't smoke rock Don't smoke rock Uh, yeah, come on, hahaha, that's right
Writer(s): Sean Joseph Pompey, David Brewster, Peter O Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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