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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
Testi
It's been a lot of years I've been knowin' these boys
If I got a Benz I hope they drive a Rolls Royce
See the thing with us, stayin' together's a must
Chunk Ike the deuce on my junior high bus
See we parlay since the break dance days
Now it's '99 still on the fast lane
Man I'm a dog, if I was a cat I'd be in heaven
Cause I passed nine lives back in eighty-seven
Deep in this rap but it's just like the streets
I see the same killas, hustlas and freaks
I remember you, sellin' white on the cut
Now you most hated on the mic, hollerin' what
Choppin' up the scene while we puffin' trees
One family and two companies
SPM bring the movement, let's do this baby
Skin tight homies since the early eighties
We all around the world on a mission for mills
Keep it crunk, it's for real, blowin' on kill
**** already know we gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ike Man and that Grim and the Dough
About Benjamins so the quest begins
Who wanna step to the three coldest Mexicans
But don't play dumb when you see the spray gun
Cause we been down together since day one
Los I'm thinkin' nothin' but stacks
And Mexicans flippin' in 'Lacs
Big body Benders and Jags
We count hundreds in cash
So ain't no stoppin' us now
We deep in love with this pay
And all these lavish ass thangs
Like 18k Cartier
We come increased with these J's
We stayin' tight with these fades
We high rollin', we paid
We got respect cause we made
I'm livin' deep in this game
And ain't no way I'ma change
These bustas knowin' my name
But ain't no way they can hang
With a Mexicano like Ike
Soy veterano for life
And Jam Down the commission
They got my name up in lights
I represent for them thugs
That ride them vogues and push dubs
And smoke the best of the buds
And save the rest for them scrubs
We all around the world on a mission for mills
Keep it crunk, it's for real, blowin' on kill
**** already know we gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ike Man and that Grim and the Dough
About Benjamins so the quest begins
Who wanna step to the three coldest Mexicans
But don't play dumb when you see the spray gun
Cause we been down together since day one
I burn the sess and nothin' less
I got the S on my chest
I been blessed by my best
You know the real get no rest
We comin' through with power moves
It ain't no rules in this game
The same as movin' the cane
We move the music for change
And that's my chase for all my paper
Place my chips on the table
Bet 'em all and I'm able
Cause Jam Down is the label
That's on a hunt for millions
Of billions ready for more
We 'bout to settle the score
We worldwide on the tour
I call my boy South Park
The Mexican and it's on
We reminisce gettin' blown
Been best of friends for so long
Back in the days we made the paper
For every gram we weighed
But now we slam the stage
Get paid for jams we played
We all around the world on a mission for mills
Keep it crunk, it's for real, blowin' on kill
**** already know we gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ike Man and that Grim and the Dough
About Benjamins so the quest begins
Who wanna step to the three coldest Mexicans
But don't play dumb when you see the spray gun
Cause we been down together since day one
We all around the world
We, we, we, we all around the world
We all around the world
We, we, we, we all around the world
We all around the world on a mission for mills
Keep it crunk, it's for real, blowin' on kill
**** already know we gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ike Man and that Grim and the Dough
About Benjamins so the quest begins
Who wanna step to the three coldest Mexicans
But don't play dumb when you see the spray gun
Cause we been down together since day one
Written by: Carlos Coy
