Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dayton Family
The Dayton Family
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Dayton Family
The Dayton Family
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Producer

Letra

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot Wouldn't you like to get away? Sometimes I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine, the bitches selling coke And the bitches don't be dames, them bitches smoking dope I wanna go where you can smoke for free (hey), and niggas get drunk in the I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody growing up it was broke until we got introduced To the coke bought some and some Jordans boy that was all she wrote We started off on the block selling rocks dodging cops All your killer with the clock and Dayton Ave. was the spot And we lived and we died by the words that we spoke So we knew not to speak if they caught us selling dope My connect he was good has assortments of drugs and the fitz They shot boy, they ran numbers out his club We started be off with a key, bring me back to 183 And if the cooking don't come back I get a shit to you free I flip that brick money back I'm enjoying my run A millionaire in the makin by the age of 21 About to buy my sister a salon Buy my mama a house, buy my brothers new whips and move them both deep in the south But the feds who at my door for distribution of blow And now you know why Sometimes I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine, the bitches selling coke And the bitches don't be dames, them bitches smoking dope I wanna go where you can smoke for free (hey), and niggas get drunk in the I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Cocaine, motherfucking dope game Why the fuck I wanna be life in the fast lane In the hood with no motherfucking coppers Playing the music, ain't nobody trying to stop us Selling crack like it's motherfucking legal Smoke that weed with my motherfucking people These bitches fucking everybody when they get drunk Hey throw your pussy in the air so we can get krunk I never smoke for free too much of fucking G I get drunk and go insane like a killer bee I wanna take your to a place where there ain't racists Cocaine residue still on their faces On the tip of their nose, on the tip of their toes On the tip of the fact the bitches everybody froze I heard about it, now be about it that's for show I never be but I'm go Sometimes I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine, the bitches selling coke And the bitches don't be dames, them bitches smoking dope I wanna go where you can smoke for free (hey), and niggas get drunk in the I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Hey ha, it's feeling cocaine dope boy and I won't change Ruby and professor they brought me to talk the dope game Sink clogged up waiting on the drain Can't feel my face I think I blew out my brains Head shots head shots I residing in bedrock I'mma run in town even if I get my leg shot Kush got me paranoid, I thought I heard the feds come Pitching for the coke backyard full of dead cops I got a white girl, she like that white girl Sick, bring a bucket and a both cause I might hurl Ku Klux now I would prefer to live in a white world (You might be, might be) but no i ain't not predigest Hate pussy niggas but I'm fucking with the Mexicans 10 inches of snow I'm on the sidewalk shoveling I wanna go where everybody trafficking and peddling The mafia is black and big meats is the president Sometimes I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine, the bitches selling coke And the bitches don't be dames, them bitches smoking dope I wanna go where you can smoke for free (hey), and niggas get drunk in the I wanna go where everybody sells cocaine Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy Everybody, everybody selling coke boy
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Carlton Mays, Glenda Proby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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