Daytons

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

It's a rainy night in Georgia

That's what I heard

But I was out in Morgan with the homie sellin' birds

Hit the interstate mashing, still smashing

No smoking in the car to keep the Police from asking

Couple offers for the set, I report em, we brackin'

Passing through Eugene, I hit a hotel

Popping at the bitches selling pussy at the motel

It's a lot going' on on the Interstate 5

I knocked a bitch out in Seattle, told her hope in my ride

I'ma take her to the vin, show her how to get to it

Cross the border like its nothing slapping P-funk music

Mom's fixed me up a plate, I'm eating good now

Everytime I drop a tape, they say P Worthy make the hood proud

Street legend, that's what I claim, I really mean that

Since the days of '99 I swear to God, I really mean that

13 selling quarter ounces if you need that

Return of the Mack, not pimping, they send the P back

I attract the low track, I told her bring it all back

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes

Fake ****, hate on us, can't cope

I just want to buy myself a Low-Low and my mama a Benz

Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes

Fake ****, hate on us, can't cope

I just want to buy myself a Low-Low and my mama a Benz

Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

Scugging in the bucket trying to get myself a mill'

Serving on the corner, hugging pavement, gripping steel

Champagne dreaming, hoping one day make it real

Until that day come, I'm posted scraping up my scril'

I carry all my emotions deep inside this foam cup

Puffing on these herbal essences lonely in the cut

Visions of that candy paint dripping off the trunk

Daytons, man, they call me coming straight from out the mud

And if it don't make dollars then it would not make no sense

The only language that Rami can speak is making ends

I push a hard line for my momma and my friends

Hoping I could take her from the hood, and put her in a Benz

House in the hills, purse full of mill's

Closet full of heels, eating thousand dollar meals

I'm gonna break you out this game 'cause the streets is getting cold

Be careful who you gon' trust and always be on your toes

Stay forever solid and be remain true to your word

I'd rather be respected than liked 'cause that shit is earned

Now look into the eyes of a motherfuckin' boss

I can tell you 'bout this life, and I can tell you what it cost, bitch

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes

Fake ****, hate on us, can't cope

I just want to buy myself a Low-Low and my mama a Benz

Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes

Fake ****, hate on us, can't cope

I just want to buy myself a Low-Low and my mama a Benz

Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends