The Search (Radio) [feat. Jumar & Dugod]

Late at night when my pen gon' bleed I look around what a friend gon' need A friend with weed is a friend in deed We pick those sticks and we blend those seeds I dial up, spend more G's, Inhale then we bend those knees. Feel it in the air there's a gentle breeze. Please won't you let a nigga blow these trees? She ain't even need to speak Her desire spoke She living out spinning round Like tyre spokes And through the fire and smoke She dry and broke And you could see through her eyes The entire scope. Uh. Happened the very minute she woke She got the feeling she broke And now she's looking for bro's. Hoes. She wants a nigga that grows To make her wiggle her toes And make her feel like a rose. Now she's looking for the finer blokes Who wire notes For her designer cloaks And take notes, nigga, no Made in China coats - She go coast to coast in steamliner boats. Coast. She said life's a joke: We all live rich but she still die broke From the poor to the low to the all-high Pope And I quote the Highness and spoke: Let your mind elope And light a pipe o' smoke Mix drinks with egg yolks And get soaked. And she said: Can you teach me to cope? The pearls from the oldest oaks - Flows are dope. And: nope, I ain't got the antidote And I quote We're all just here to find hope Dope. Quote with the undernote: The pearls from the oldest oak Flows are dope. Uh. Yeah. Uuhh, yeahh, was it this you're looking for? Uhhh, yeahh, this is what this shit is for. And when I fall into the sky I know this old G's goin' ride to this Life is a dream but the streets don't sleep This is what the fuck it should be This's what the fuck it should beee This's what the fuck it should beee. Chei. Um. Ah. Yeah. Money on your mind Get your cheddah right. Crossing borderlines, We're all searching for a better life. Forced to battle heavyweights Even though we're featherlight Black Gees Want to trap cheese Though they never bite. Uh. Li'l players ball hard for tall broads Even the score boards against all odds, You know we've seen this before dawg, We're small gods. Like a wizard, I'm from a place you niggas call Oz. My life's a movie. The star and I act alike Imagination set alight like a satellite. Executing dreams Still watching out for parasites. Yet I set my sights on visions of paradise. And the queen of the city - My black-brown Nefertiti. She let my pretty fingers Wrap round perfect titties My Miss is pretty, She flowing like the Mississippi, She a Gee, So we bang-bang, No chitty-chitty. Right where I'm supposed to be Destiny stands close to me Some live like kings And so should we Rolling trees, socially. We're rolling this Colombian gold. Holy bliss for your body and soul. On the road to where nobody gets cold. Lock and load everybody let's gooo. Uuhh, yeahh, was it this you're looking for? (Dugod - Right where I'm supposed to be, Destiny stands close to me) Uhhh, yeahh, this is what this shit is for. And when I fall into the sky I know this old G's goin' ride to this Life is a dream but the streets don't sleep This is what the fuck it should be This's what the fuck it should beee This's what the fuck it should beee. Chei. Now tell me what it is you're looking for - Is it something spiritual or something physical? Something you can see yourself in immaterial? What? You're not rocking with the imperial? Uh? Baby stare into a mirror yeah Is there something making you feel so inferior? And let me change, rearrange, your interior. Whah? You're not rocking with the superior? And are you Looking for something in your previous life, Baby, beneath the hype? Uh. Are you trying to make your features right? Trying to reach the heights, Or, looking for love like a preacher's wife? Uhn. Come on, Baby, look inside you. Come on, real nigga read a book beside you. Stop being idle. And calculate what I divide through. It's multiplied by two what I'll supply you. Come on, Baby, let the vibe through And let this be your weapon; be your Bible. And be your rifle if any try to ride you, It will guide you. Are you tired of being lied to? Life: are you steady trying to fly through? Are you tired of being so muthafuckin' tribal? Are you looking for some take-you-to-the-sky blue? Tired of the new, are you looking for the vinyl? Late at night when my pen gon' bleed I look around what a friend gon' need A friend with weed is a friend in deed We pick those sticks and we blend those seeds I dial up, spend more G's, Inhale then we bend those knees, Feel it in the air there's a gentle breeze. Please won't you let a nigga blow these trees? Right where I'm supposed to be Destiny stands close to me Some live like kings And so should we Rolling trees, socially. We're rolling this Colombian gold. Holy bliss for your body and soul. On the road to where nobody gets cold. Lock and load everybody let's gooo.