Intro
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โฑ๏ธ 0:26 duration
๐ ID: 19500714
๐ Lyrics
Oooh
Oooh
It's like, it feels like Days of thunder
And I'm Tom Cruise, you know what I'm sayin'?
Speeding through, man
Ohio, what up? Uh
All you niggas' days is numbered
I'm speeding past niggas, days of thunder
Tom Cruise, been bombin' crews since the pager numbers
Lumberjack, brown tats, started jacking with the gold up under
A dope boy without selling dope
Twist a tree, inhale the smoke
Money the color of Cuban coke
Cuban chains and gold ropes
Black flags, black Locs
Triple gold Dayton spokes
Triple stacks pouring for
Rubber band, my stacks is dough
This is old money from '94
Buckets, no bench seats when I roll
I roll my windows down and turn my music up
Hit the switch and drop it low
808s and tons of low end
And light another one, this made the smoke end
Don't hop yo' ass in if you ain't down to roll in (roll in)
'Cause they don't understand that shining bright
They can't understand this kind of life
When you sittin' clean behind halogen lights
They start throwin' hollows out of spite (oooh)
Tryna' take your life
I came from the wrong side of the tracks (oooh)
Tryna' make it right
Where they turn white to green (oooh)
Young niggas turn to fiends at 15 (oooh)
Wiggled out, shooting AR-15s and Glock nines (oooh)
Bullet holes in every stop sign, ignoring cop signs (oooh)
They kill one of us? Then a cop dying (oooh)
Drop-top riding, middle finger to the wind (oooh)
And I keep poppin' iron 'til all my niggas win (oooh, oooh)
And every nigga with me sittin' on gold rim
Been wanting that since Maximums with the gold trim
My dog's been in all gold before the gold trend
Dead stock Jordan 10s, orange juice and Seagram's gin
Turned onto all of that before the age of ten
Fluffy leaves on that green stem getting rolled up
A nigga come from another city, he get fold up
And girls with they nose up, acting like they ain't a slut
White boys get they nose stuffed with that pure uncut
Man, it's raw where I'm livin' at
That's why I rap through these songs down to my Fifty cap (to my Fifty cap)
I said it's raw where I'm livin' at
That's why I rap through these songs to my Fifty cap
To my Fifty cap
So raw where I'm living at
Fifty
Oooh
It's like, it feels like Days of thunder
And I'm Tom Cruise, you know what I'm sayin'?
Speeding through, man
Ohio, what up? Uh
All you niggas' days is numbered
I'm speeding past niggas, days of thunder
Tom Cruise, been bombin' crews since the pager numbers
Lumberjack, brown tats, started jacking with the gold up under
A dope boy without selling dope
Twist a tree, inhale the smoke
Money the color of Cuban coke
Cuban chains and gold ropes
Black flags, black Locs
Triple gold Dayton spokes
Triple stacks pouring for
Rubber band, my stacks is dough
This is old money from '94
Buckets, no bench seats when I roll
I roll my windows down and turn my music up
Hit the switch and drop it low
808s and tons of low end
And light another one, this made the smoke end
Don't hop yo' ass in if you ain't down to roll in (roll in)
'Cause they don't understand that shining bright
They can't understand this kind of life
When you sittin' clean behind halogen lights
They start throwin' hollows out of spite (oooh)
Tryna' take your life
I came from the wrong side of the tracks (oooh)
Tryna' make it right
Where they turn white to green (oooh)
Young niggas turn to fiends at 15 (oooh)
Wiggled out, shooting AR-15s and Glock nines (oooh)
Bullet holes in every stop sign, ignoring cop signs (oooh)
They kill one of us? Then a cop dying (oooh)
Drop-top riding, middle finger to the wind (oooh)
And I keep poppin' iron 'til all my niggas win (oooh, oooh)
And every nigga with me sittin' on gold rim
Been wanting that since Maximums with the gold trim
My dog's been in all gold before the gold trend
Dead stock Jordan 10s, orange juice and Seagram's gin
Turned onto all of that before the age of ten
Fluffy leaves on that green stem getting rolled up
A nigga come from another city, he get fold up
And girls with they nose up, acting like they ain't a slut
White boys get they nose stuffed with that pure uncut
Man, it's raw where I'm livin' at
That's why I rap through these songs down to my Fifty cap (to my Fifty cap)
I said it's raw where I'm livin' at
That's why I rap through these songs to my Fifty cap
To my Fifty cap
So raw where I'm living at
Fifty
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:46.63] Oooh
[00:58.28] Oooh
[01:10.10]
[01:17.21] It's like, it feels like Days of thunder
[01:22.26] And I'm Tom Cruise, you know what I'm sayin'?
[01:26.55] Speeding through, man
[01:29.96] Ohio, what up? Uh
[01:34.92] All you niggas' days is numbered
[01:36.85] I'm speeding past niggas, days of thunder
[01:39.13] Tom Cruise, been bombin' crews since the pager numbers
[01:42.02] Lumberjack, brown tats, started jacking with the gold up under
[01:45.44] A dope boy without selling dope
[01:47.60] Twist a tree, inhale the smoke
[01:48.90] Money the color of Cuban coke
[01:50.61] Cuban chains and gold ropes
[01:52.42] Black flags, black Locs
[01:53.83] Triple gold Dayton spokes
[01:55.29] Triple stacks pouring for
[01:56.58] Rubber band, my stacks is dough
[01:58.17] This is old money from '94
[01:59.85] Buckets, no bench seats when I roll
[02:02.00] I roll my windows down and turn my music up
[02:04.43] Hit the switch and drop it low
[02:05.74] 808s and tons of low end
[02:08.06] And light another one, this made the smoke end
[02:10.19] Don't hop yo' ass in if you ain't down to roll in (roll in)
[02:13.38] 'Cause they don't understand that shining bright
[02:15.50] They can't understand this kind of life
[02:17.80] When you sittin' clean behind halogen lights
[02:20.26] They start throwin' hollows out of spite (oooh)
[02:22.24] Tryna' take your life
[02:23.50] I came from the wrong side of the tracks (oooh)
[02:25.49] Tryna' make it right
[02:26.53] Where they turn white to green (oooh)
[02:27.91] Young niggas turn to fiends at 15 (oooh)
[02:30.06] Wiggled out, shooting AR-15s and Glock nines (oooh)
[02:33.19] Bullet holes in every stop sign, ignoring cop signs (oooh)
[02:35.87] They kill one of us? Then a cop dying (oooh)
[02:37.69] Drop-top riding, middle finger to the wind (oooh)
[02:40.64] And I keep poppin' iron 'til all my niggas win (oooh, oooh)
[02:43.40] And every nigga with me sittin' on gold rim
[02:46.31] Been wanting that since Maximums with the gold trim
[02:49.49] My dog's been in all gold before the gold trend
[02:52.31] Dead stock Jordan 10s, orange juice and Seagram's gin
[02:55.52] Turned onto all of that before the age of ten
[02:58.60] Fluffy leaves on that green stem getting rolled up
[03:01.33] A nigga come from another city, he get fold up
[03:04.25] And girls with they nose up, acting like they ain't a slut
[03:07.10] White boys get they nose stuffed with that pure uncut
[03:10.02] Man, it's raw where I'm livin' at
[03:12.32] That's why I rap through these songs down to my Fifty cap (to my Fifty cap)
[03:17.05] I said it's raw where I'm livin' at
[03:19.22] That's why I rap through these songs to my Fifty cap
[03:23.66] To my Fifty cap
[03:26.00] So raw where I'm living at
[03:29.99] Fifty
[03:30.75]
[00:58.28] Oooh
[01:10.10]
[01:17.21] It's like, it feels like Days of thunder
[01:22.26] And I'm Tom Cruise, you know what I'm sayin'?
[01:26.55] Speeding through, man
[01:29.96] Ohio, what up? Uh
[01:34.92] All you niggas' days is numbered
[01:36.85] I'm speeding past niggas, days of thunder
[01:39.13] Tom Cruise, been bombin' crews since the pager numbers
[01:42.02] Lumberjack, brown tats, started jacking with the gold up under
[01:45.44] A dope boy without selling dope
[01:47.60] Twist a tree, inhale the smoke
[01:48.90] Money the color of Cuban coke
[01:50.61] Cuban chains and gold ropes
[01:52.42] Black flags, black Locs
[01:53.83] Triple gold Dayton spokes
[01:55.29] Triple stacks pouring for
[01:56.58] Rubber band, my stacks is dough
[01:58.17] This is old money from '94
[01:59.85] Buckets, no bench seats when I roll
[02:02.00] I roll my windows down and turn my music up
[02:04.43] Hit the switch and drop it low
[02:05.74] 808s and tons of low end
[02:08.06] And light another one, this made the smoke end
[02:10.19] Don't hop yo' ass in if you ain't down to roll in (roll in)
[02:13.38] 'Cause they don't understand that shining bright
[02:15.50] They can't understand this kind of life
[02:17.80] When you sittin' clean behind halogen lights
[02:20.26] They start throwin' hollows out of spite (oooh)
[02:22.24] Tryna' take your life
[02:23.50] I came from the wrong side of the tracks (oooh)
[02:25.49] Tryna' make it right
[02:26.53] Where they turn white to green (oooh)
[02:27.91] Young niggas turn to fiends at 15 (oooh)
[02:30.06] Wiggled out, shooting AR-15s and Glock nines (oooh)
[02:33.19] Bullet holes in every stop sign, ignoring cop signs (oooh)
[02:35.87] They kill one of us? Then a cop dying (oooh)
[02:37.69] Drop-top riding, middle finger to the wind (oooh)
[02:40.64] And I keep poppin' iron 'til all my niggas win (oooh, oooh)
[02:43.40] And every nigga with me sittin' on gold rim
[02:46.31] Been wanting that since Maximums with the gold trim
[02:49.49] My dog's been in all gold before the gold trend
[02:52.31] Dead stock Jordan 10s, orange juice and Seagram's gin
[02:55.52] Turned onto all of that before the age of ten
[02:58.60] Fluffy leaves on that green stem getting rolled up
[03:01.33] A nigga come from another city, he get fold up
[03:04.25] And girls with they nose up, acting like they ain't a slut
[03:07.10] White boys get they nose stuffed with that pure uncut
[03:10.02] Man, it's raw where I'm livin' at
[03:12.32] That's why I rap through these songs down to my Fifty cap (to my Fifty cap)
[03:17.05] I said it's raw where I'm livin' at
[03:19.22] That's why I rap through these songs to my Fifty cap
[03:23.66] To my Fifty cap
[03:26.00] So raw where I'm living at
[03:29.99] Fifty
[03:30.75]