Gold Rope
l got a f****' gold rope hanging round my neck
Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex
Two or three rings every time I do my thing
The kid from '94 but the flow from '93
I had to take it back,back to the days
New white shirt,you could still see the crease
Pager on my hip,drugs by the key
Ghost-white limo,cocaine limousine
Different color syrups,different color weed
Your girlfriend love me cause I make her feel free
Whatever that mean, b****,it's okay
We could ride around all night,all day
Rollin' up these blunts and blowin' 'em to the breeze
See,I ain't tryin' to f***,I'm tryin' to smoke,now roll up three
Now she say she high,say I'm about to leave
Kiss up on the cheek,I grab the keys and hits the streets
Leather bucket seats,candy painted Chevy
Inside peanut butter,outside jelly
I got a f*****' gold rope hanging round my neck
Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex
Two or three rings every time I do my thing
The kid from '94 but flow from '93
I got a f*****'gold rope hanging round my neck
Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex
Two or three rings every time I do my thing
The kid from '94 but the flow from '93