2 Chainz – OG Kush Diet (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos
All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you
Reminiscing about the Motorollas
Weed stronger than a Coca-Cola
Wait up, bitch, hold up, hold up
You ain’t there to hold the pole up

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Verse 1]
I’m ’bout to pour out some liquor
I’m ’bout to pour out some lean
I got blue cheese in my jeans
I bought my queen Celine
I got my team Supreme
It ain’t no in between
You either in or you out, I took a different route
I had to figure it out, I went to picking them out, you, you

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

[Verse 2]
Presidential prolly tickled, laughing ’bout who popped the pistol
That’s the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals
I’ma keep the bitch ’til December
And park it on Broadway, away from the hallway
Away from the ‘partments, away from the arcades
We don’t play games with them boys
We bring the pain to them boys
I caught a plane with them boys
I taught the game to them boys
I am ashamed of them boys
Blame it on fame, blame it on whatever you wanna blame
I’m smart and insane, imagine a genius that don’t have a brain
That live off of resources, that learned off of geek sources
I do play with 3 persons, I got it from researching
I’m fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person
I walk out and eat Church’s, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework it, gas
Im fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person
I walk out and eat churches, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how i rework it, Gas

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

[Verse 3]
Yeah, your favorite rapper’s got no talent
Homeboy got coke habits
Used to drive a Porsche ’til I found out it was made by Volkswagen
This here is a toe tag ’em, Tity Boi gon’ and toe tag ’em
Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck
Let them know this a throat slashing
Your baby mama got no passion
Her best friend act old fashioned
Tell her take them panties off when she walk around my boat laughing
I’m V.I.P. at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved
Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves
Sea bass with the white sauce, hopped out, get wiped off
Presence been felt everywhere
Except let me see, yeah the White House
Space age like 8 ball, MJG, Nate Dogg
Sippin’ quavo, ridin’ offsets, guess I’m ’bout to take off

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

Curren$y – All On One Tape letras

[Intro]
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy (?)

Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like

[Verse 1]
I’m hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don’t know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain’t make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I’m outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I’m Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind’

[Outro]
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam’ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C — all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord