Dark Polo Gang – Swisher Lyrics (feat. Izi)

[Ritornello: Tony Effe & IZI]
Sto fumando Swisher Sweets, baby
Fumo bianco, rione Monti fino a Cogo, baby
Io mica gioco, io non resto a piedi
Alto come lo spazio, fumo tra i pianeti
Fumo blunt, 10 grammi, Swisher troppo grasso
Soldi, non penso ad altro
Un blunt, due blunt, tre blunt, quattro, quattro blunt

[Strofa 1: IZI]
Sto coi DPG e c’ho i G grossi
Rollo questi blunt, hanno i brillocchi
Viola nella Fanta, mi si giran gli occhi
Gira la mia canna, siamo G-tossic
Vola per la stanza fra’ questa katana
Sembra Vale Rossi che fa la gimcana
Mangio cacio e pepe e l’amatriciana
Vedo la madonna perché è Wild Bandana
Sto ai quattro venti e spazzo tutto
Io se stavo in zona è per piazzare tutto
Vengo da Genova mo muovo il gruppo
Fra’ c’ho un corno in bocca ma non sono un unno
Io mangio Eataly col Sick Lucas
Fra’ non faccio feat senza burbuka
Pasta con meatball e verdura
Se non sei convinto la strada è una

[Bridge: IZI]
Compro le Swisher e ne riempio una

Conto le sheette e me ne tengo una
Non siamo certo dei tipi da bar
In piazza facciamo la nostra fortuna

[Strofa 2: Tony Effe]
Droga sul mio palmo, sto alzando borse
La tua troia ha borse sotto agli occhi
Sto facendo soldi, sto facendo corse
10 grammi, aspiro merda dolce
Lei mi chiama dolce Mon Chéri
Fumo da un pacco da due chili
C’è nebbia nel posto, sto fumando grasso
La strada è il mio piatto dove ancora mangio
Doppia G Gucci sopra la giacca
Lei vuole me, polvere in tasca
Da un’altra galassia, non fumo standard
300 i miei G-Star
Troia fa la fila, Fendi la mia fibbia
Rione la mia piazza (rione Monti)
Fottuti alieni dallo spazio

[Ritornello: Tony Effe & IZI]
Sto fumando Swisher Sweets, baby
Fumo bianco, rione Monti fino a Cogo, baby
Io mica gioco, io non resto a piedi
Alto come lo spazio, fumo tra i pianeti
Fumo blunt, 10 grammi, Swisher troppo grasso
Soldi, non penso ad altro
Un blunt, due blunt, tre blunt, quattro, quattro blunt

Da Great Ape – Quarter Brick Lyrics (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
[?]
[?] to the rules of the shit
That’s why I [?]
(Say [?], I f*ck with you nigga, yeah)

[Verse 1: Da Great Ape]
Out here trapping out this house, praying that I don’t get caught
Pyrex [?] whole nine in the vault
[?] beating on the door-door, begging for the drop
Having prices for the low-low, yeah you can shop
Hell nah I’m not a rookie, cut a cookie with a razor blade
Sliding through the city with a chauffeur in an Escalade
Niggas robbin’, niggas killin’, niggas slangin’ ’round here
Neighborhood blue [?], niggas bangin’ ’round here

[Chorus: Da Great Ape]
I’m having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I’ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking ‘xotic by the boat
Hundred P’s [?], we got prices for the low
I’m having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I’ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking ‘xotic by the boat
Hundred P’s [?], we got prices for the low

[Pre-Verse: Rick Ross]
It’s the biggest in the game man
It’s the richest

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Young nigga whipping [?] I got nine lives
I might pull up in the 59 like it’s ’95
Bad bitches giving high fives from the sidelines
Stacking money to the [?] line, watching crime rise
Say my name and my niggas come, never seen a killer run
Got a kilo on the seat, know she wanna get a bump
Dope boys let the speaker thump, smoking Swisher Sweets and runts
Homie did the [?] for me, didn’t get to speak for months
But he got the Benzo [?] your kinfolk, but we never cap a lot
You gotta keep it ten toes, blood all on a nigga’s socks

The money and extendo in the red bottom box
Shorty let that ass bounce, smoking this my last ounce
[?] hundreds on the floor, [?] ’til she pass out
Grinding ’til they free my dog, let them crackers build a wall
Do this for the dope boys ’til the day they kill us all
(Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Da Great Ape & Rick Ross]
I’m having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I’ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking ‘xotic by the boat
Hundred P’s [?], we got prices for the low (It’s the biggest)
I’m having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I’ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking ‘xotic by the boat
Hundred P’s [?], we got prices for the low

[Verse 3: Da Great Ape]
[?] in the kitchen with a four
I’ma ball like NBA court side with the [?]
Plug dropped off a pack [?]
Got me playing with a sack, run it back like Marshall Faulk
We got straps with extendos ready for the drama
Playing games like Nintendo, we kidnap your momma
Niggas stay talking bullshit [?]
Catch you pillow talking, shoot you in the mouth

[Chorus: Da Great Ape]
Cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I’ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking ‘xotic by the boat
Hundred P’s [?], we got prices for the low
I’m having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I’ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking ‘xotic by the boat
Hundred P’s [?], we got prices for the low

Jeezy – Studio Gangsters Lyrics

You know what it is
Ay Kink B, what it do nigga?
Coach K!
These niggas wanna play man…Ha ha ha
They bench riders man
Tell coach you wanna play (Ha ha)
Can’t ban the Snowman
Not now, not ever

Ayy, the Glock feel so much better than the choppa
Trust me nigga
So much better!

[Hook]
Nigga you’s a studio gangter
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you’s a studio hustler
In the vocal booth talkin’ bout shit you don’t do
Nigga you’s a studio ganster
All that d-boy talk, and ain’t sold no blow
Nigga you’s a studio hustler
You know you dead ass broke, and ain’t got no dough

[Verse: 1]
Winter time, I got the white bricks and they for cheap
And I can move about 100 squares in one week
I see how these rap niggas be lookin’ at me
But real talk, they ain’t got the nuts to get at me
It’s CTE, USDA for life
The shield in the freezer cuz it’s flooded with ice
Snowman, bitch, I ain’t wit all that dumb shit
Choppa hit ya ass, nigga, knock off ya whole hip
Body Tap, nigga, yeah I’m spending ya re-up
Whole team shining so they hate when they see us
Catch me in the Lambo
Zip of cush, box of Swisher Sweets
Nigga I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Slick Pulla]
Got ‘Cris in the cooler, waitin’ to get popped
Summertime comin’, the whole clique gettin’ drops
Lucci go the new grill spilled in blue rocks
Clean old school, down the slab with the paint stock
The kid’s kinda guapish, you know Imma big talk
Stacks round my neck, imma show you how money walk
Run up on me wrong, you gettin’ outlined in chalk
50 cal dezzy, better duck when that bitch bark
Nigga, stop playin’, the block [?]
USDA, nigga, the clique show no fear
In any kinda weather, man them birds gone fly south
Just give it up to me, man, the kid got a full mouth

[Hook]

[Outro talking]
Ahhhh, You hear me laughing at these niggas, Dram?
I’m laughing at these niggas, man
Niggas is funny, man
Denzel Washington ass niggas
That’s what I call em, they good actors
They act real good
So y’all never forget that, man
Y’all see these niggas, man
All this extra shit, they doin’ they job, man, they actin’
They shouldn’t be in the booth, they should be on TV, man
The big screen