Brian De Plama Songtext
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Yeah, yeah
We gon' keep the E in it, Chevies on switches
Said I never fall off and I still don't
Still stoned
Stoned on ocean
Right back
Like Brian De Palma wrote it, notable poet
Who The Source Magazine never quoted, not once
Yeah, yeah
We gon' keep the E in it, Chevies on switches
Said I never fall off and I still don't
Still stoned
Stoned on ocean
Right back
Like Brian De Palma wrote it, notable poet
Who The Source Magazine never quoted, not once
But every month another key unloaded, I'm one of the ones
Had to walk that shit down so my young'uns could run wild
Strong, they come with whatever the fuck they want
Keep them diamonds on Lucille she the mother of my son
Rolls Royces I got choices, just purchased my third one
Laid my jewelry on the mantle lit a dozen candles
Little champagne as I observe my security cameras
Scanning, peeping 'cause niggas get scandalous
Especially when they think you sleeping
It's not candy ran out them street sweepers
Can't panic in this time mishandling reaching for fire
What's happening outside (What's happening?)
Element of surprise ain't no chance to compromise
Rookies disrespecting the game and coloring all outside the lines
I ain't scared of change I forever stack my dollars high
Nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I don't fuck with suckers back then and I still don't
Still stoned Stoned on ocean
Like Brian De Palme wrote it
Notable poet who The Source never once quoted
Smoking weed in it
Girl don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
I said keep the E in it
Chevies on switches
And we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
Rule number one don't talk about me with your nigga
That shit dead had me suspicious
We hitting switches on Chevies highway dealing
Yeah
Loose lips sink ships
My shit ain't sinking
Yeah yeah
Three cubes of ice
[?]
Still stoned
Had to walk that shit down so my young'uns could run wild
Strong, they come with whatever the fuck they want
Keep them diamonds on Lucille she the mother of my son
Rolls Royces I got choices, just purchased my third one
Laid my jewelry on the mantle lit a dozen candles
Little champagne as I observe my security cameras
Scanning, peeping 'cause niggas get scandalous
Especially when they think you sleeping
It's not candy ran out them street sweepers
Can't panic in this time mishandling reaching for fire
What's happening outside (What's happening?)
Element of surprise ain't no chance to compromise
Rookies disrespecting the game and coloring all outside the lines
I ain't scared of change I forever stack my dollars high
Nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I don't fuck with suckers back then and I still don't
Still stoned Stoned on ocean
Like Brian De Palme wrote it
Notable poet who The Source never once quoted
Smoking weed in it
Girl don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
I said keep the E in it
Chevies on switches
And we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
Rule number one don't talk about me with your nigga
That shit dead had me suspicious
We hitting switches on Chevies highway dealing
Yeah
Loose lips sink ships
My shit ain't sinking
Yeah yeah
Three cubes of ice
[?]
Still stoned
