Places To Go (Feat. Romero & Brown)
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๐ Lyrics
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see) (ha-ha, uh)
Man, I'm a Cadillac dip, skip
Daddy's home back, with it
Frisco Mac and Mac Dre, so get a backwood, and split it
Oh, yes!
At our best, prime time
And finesse the game, dipped in butter
Now we shinin'
Comin' with that vintage rap, Don Ciscalino
G.P.I. hash and Cisco, C-note
My rap goes like rich gain, slammin' dominoes
Blues on my shoulders, should I kill 'em?
Get the calico
My own mama knows, I put that on seek
'Cause even got proof, of the truth, all you know I'm a lead us
If you look at hearts of many, find rhyme and reason
But only your mind and soul control who you believin'
So me and Jesus do our thing, keep on breathin'
Ain't trippin' off haters, got too many places to be in
Now, what I'm seein'
Some people got two faces
Not Korean, but bet you talk Chinese
Stuck in these fake cases
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
Gotti, shake quakes, I spread headaches
I'm sick, mobile leukemia, verbal sickle cell
Fresh from a cell, fresh out my shell, waste full of shells
Fresh out the spot, rave parking lots, prey parking lots
Got my hecklin', conch out the Bach's, in and out the box
Let me tell you what the fuck I talk about, the shots
Infect the blocks, we serve infections
Click One, Don Ciscone, my homies
I am fury, I am the pure, Gotti
Adolf Hitler, what can I do for you?
He don't wanna fuck with the young hog, nigga (hog, nigga)
Let it spark, get chipped, like love, nigga
I got an example to set
In that black Monte Carlo, nigga
All purple and wet (and wet)
I (I)
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
Yeah, I'm on the move, ain't no time for sleep
I'ma go and get this money til I'm R.I.P
I got, people to feed, I got people to see
And I been had credit since I got my first P
G.P.I. Click spittin' this heat
Brown still Gangsta Pimpin', dippin' these streets
I split the cigarillo fill in the beat
Let it burn, like them heaters when them Click One gangstas beef
I see you later, hater, I see your grindin' teeth
Got a show, I gotta go, yo, I'm stackin' my cheese
I ain't got time for hate, jealous guys, I shake
Now watch how I flip them lines like them rhymes was weight
Look at my face, brown skin, bald-headed, rhyme from the pen
I'm calm-headed, but I'm raw with the pen
Keep it real for my homies that are still in the pen
Hold it down, I'm a see you when you back in the Sin
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
Went from the most underrated, to most highly anticipated
From hood gang, Cali to Vegas, it's Gangsta Pimpin' Incorporated
Grippin' and runnin', pushin' weight like a sumo
Romero, el mero, mero from the Click to the Uno
Blowin' out, flew out the sunroof, bending the block
Gon' park traction off the track, so I could never fall off
See me shinin' this year, the sun kissed the floor
God handed us the keys, but still, we kicked in the door
I guess our motherfuckin' high went from birds to the plane
Like a 747, 'bout to crash in the game
Let's destroy and rebuild, and kick them busters out
My big homie Gotti got his shotgun on your mouth
Blaow! Blow your brains back backwards
Twisted up like them backwoods, act up and get clapped up
Got places to go (go)
Got Fedi' to stack up (stack)
You ready or not? You motherfuckers best back up (back up)
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see) (ha-ha, uh)
Man, I'm a Cadillac dip, skip
Daddy's home back, with it
Frisco Mac and Mac Dre, so get a backwood, and split it
Oh, yes!
At our best, prime time
And finesse the game, dipped in butter
Now we shinin'
Comin' with that vintage rap, Don Ciscalino
G.P.I. hash and Cisco, C-note
My rap goes like rich gain, slammin' dominoes
Blues on my shoulders, should I kill 'em?
Get the calico
My own mama knows, I put that on seek
'Cause even got proof, of the truth, all you know I'm a lead us
If you look at hearts of many, find rhyme and reason
But only your mind and soul control who you believin'
So me and Jesus do our thing, keep on breathin'
Ain't trippin' off haters, got too many places to be in
Now, what I'm seein'
Some people got two faces
Not Korean, but bet you talk Chinese
Stuck in these fake cases
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
Gotti, shake quakes, I spread headaches
I'm sick, mobile leukemia, verbal sickle cell
Fresh from a cell, fresh out my shell, waste full of shells
Fresh out the spot, rave parking lots, prey parking lots
Got my hecklin', conch out the Bach's, in and out the box
Let me tell you what the fuck I talk about, the shots
Infect the blocks, we serve infections
Click One, Don Ciscone, my homies
I am fury, I am the pure, Gotti
Adolf Hitler, what can I do for you?
He don't wanna fuck with the young hog, nigga (hog, nigga)
Let it spark, get chipped, like love, nigga
I got an example to set
In that black Monte Carlo, nigga
All purple and wet (and wet)
I (I)
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
Yeah, I'm on the move, ain't no time for sleep
I'ma go and get this money til I'm R.I.P
I got, people to feed, I got people to see
And I been had credit since I got my first P
G.P.I. Click spittin' this heat
Brown still Gangsta Pimpin', dippin' these streets
I split the cigarillo fill in the beat
Let it burn, like them heaters when them Click One gangstas beef
I see you later, hater, I see your grindin' teeth
Got a show, I gotta go, yo, I'm stackin' my cheese
I ain't got time for hate, jealous guys, I shake
Now watch how I flip them lines like them rhymes was weight
Look at my face, brown skin, bald-headed, rhyme from the pen
I'm calm-headed, but I'm raw with the pen
Keep it real for my homies that are still in the pen
Hold it down, I'm a see you when you back in the Sin
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
Went from the most underrated, to most highly anticipated
From hood gang, Cali to Vegas, it's Gangsta Pimpin' Incorporated
Grippin' and runnin', pushin' weight like a sumo
Romero, el mero, mero from the Click to the Uno
Blowin' out, flew out the sunroof, bending the block
Gon' park traction off the track, so I could never fall off
See me shinin' this year, the sun kissed the floor
God handed us the keys, but still, we kicked in the door
I guess our motherfuckin' high went from birds to the plane
Like a 747, 'bout to crash in the game
Let's destroy and rebuild, and kick them busters out
My big homie Gotti got his shotgun on your mouth
Blaow! Blow your brains back backwards
Twisted up like them backwoods, act up and get clapped up
Got places to go (go)
Got Fedi' to stack up (stack)
You ready or not? You motherfuckers best back up (back up)
I got people to see (people to see)
Got places to go (places to go)
A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
I've been working these streets (working these streets)
I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.42] I got people to see (people to see)
[00:05.13] Got places to go (places to go)
[00:07.71] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[00:09.57] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[00:12.12] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[00:14.63] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[00:17.73] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[00:19.68] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see) (ha-ha, uh)
[00:22.45] Man, I'm a Cadillac dip, skip
[00:24.30] Daddy's home back, with it
[00:25.45] Frisco Mac and Mac Dre, so get a backwood, and split it
[00:28.20] Oh, yes!
[00:28.97] At our best, prime time
[00:30.19] And finesse the game, dipped in butter
[00:31.99] Now we shinin'
[00:32.91] Comin' with that vintage rap, Don Ciscalino
[00:35.34] G.P.I. hash and Cisco, C-note
[00:37.88] My rap goes like rich gain, slammin' dominoes
[00:40.36] Blues on my shoulders, should I kill 'em?
[00:41.96] Get the calico
[00:43.11] My own mama knows, I put that on seek
[00:44.95] 'Cause even got proof, of the truth, all you know I'm a lead us
[00:47.52] If you look at hearts of many, find rhyme and reason
[00:49.88] But only your mind and soul control who you believin'
[00:52.52] So me and Jesus do our thing, keep on breathin'
[00:55.06] Ain't trippin' off haters, got too many places to be in
[00:57.59] Now, what I'm seein'
[00:58.33] Some people got two faces
[00:59.90] Not Korean, but bet you talk Chinese
[01:01.55] Stuck in these fake cases
[01:02.26] I got people to see (people to see)
[01:04.91] Got places to go (places to go)
[01:07.39] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[01:09.18] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[01:12.20] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[01:14.52] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[01:17.31] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[01:19.43] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[01:22.69] Gotti, shake quakes, I spread headaches
[01:25.16] I'm sick, mobile leukemia, verbal sickle cell
[01:28.92] Fresh from a cell, fresh out my shell, waste full of shells
[01:32.83] Fresh out the spot, rave parking lots, prey parking lots
[01:36.46] Got my hecklin', conch out the Bach's, in and out the box
[01:40.11] Let me tell you what the fuck I talk about, the shots
[01:42.51] Infect the blocks, we serve infections
[01:45.04] Click One, Don Ciscone, my homies
[01:47.60] I am fury, I am the pure, Gotti
[01:50.55] Adolf Hitler, what can I do for you?
[01:52.52] He don't wanna fuck with the young hog, nigga (hog, nigga)
[01:55.08] Let it spark, get chipped, like love, nigga
[01:57.52] I got an example to set
[01:58.93] In that black Monte Carlo, nigga
[02:01.02] All purple and wet (and wet)
[02:01.93] I (I)
[02:02.12] I got people to see (people to see)
[02:04.54] Got places to go (places to go)
[02:07.09] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[02:08.61] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[02:11.59] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[02:14.18] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[02:17.16] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[02:18.95] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[02:22.10] Yeah, I'm on the move, ain't no time for sleep
[02:24.54] I'ma go and get this money til I'm R.I.P
[02:26.91] I got, people to feed, I got people to see
[02:29.50] And I been had credit since I got my first P
[02:32.35] G.P.I. Click spittin' this heat
[02:34.02] Brown still Gangsta Pimpin', dippin' these streets
[02:36.73] I split the cigarillo fill in the beat
[02:38.95] Let it burn, like them heaters when them Click One gangstas beef
[02:43.19] I see you later, hater, I see your grindin' teeth
[02:44.24] Got a show, I gotta go, yo, I'm stackin' my cheese
[02:46.68] I ain't got time for hate, jealous guys, I shake
[02:48.95] Now watch how I flip them lines like them rhymes was weight
[02:51.34] Look at my face, brown skin, bald-headed, rhyme from the pen
[02:54.90] I'm calm-headed, but I'm raw with the pen
[02:57.10] Keep it real for my homies that are still in the pen
[02:59.35] Hold it down, I'm a see you when you back in the Sin
[03:01.45] I got people to see (people to see)
[03:04.02] Got places to go (places to go)
[03:06.83] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[03:08.47] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[03:11.46] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[03:13.55] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[03:16.81] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[03:18.77] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[03:21.50] Went from the most underrated, to most highly anticipated
[03:24.20] From hood gang, Cali to Vegas, it's Gangsta Pimpin' Incorporated
[03:26.56] Grippin' and runnin', pushin' weight like a sumo
[03:29.28] Romero, el mero, mero from the Click to the Uno
[03:31.47] Blowin' out, flew out the sunroof, bending the block
[03:33.83] Gon' park traction off the track, so I could never fall off
[03:36.43] See me shinin' this year, the sun kissed the floor
[03:38.87] God handed us the keys, but still, we kicked in the door
[03:41.36] I guess our motherfuckin' high went from birds to the plane
[03:44.04] Like a 747, 'bout to crash in the game
[03:46.66] Let's destroy and rebuild, and kick them busters out
[03:48.82] My big homie Gotti got his shotgun on your mouth
[03:52.07] Blaow! Blow your brains back backwards
[03:53.98] Twisted up like them backwoods, act up and get clapped up
[03:56.67] Got places to go (go)
[03:58.05] Got Fedi' to stack up (stack)
[03:59.33] You ready or not? You motherfuckers best back up (back up)
[04:01.15] I got people to see (people to see)
[04:04.01] Got places to go (places to go)
[04:06.29] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[04:08.25] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[04:10.69] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[04:13.43] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[04:16.38] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[04:18.42] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[04:21.36]
[00:05.13] Got places to go (places to go)
[00:07.71] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[00:09.57] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[00:12.12] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[00:14.63] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[00:17.73] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[00:19.68] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see) (ha-ha, uh)
[00:22.45] Man, I'm a Cadillac dip, skip
[00:24.30] Daddy's home back, with it
[00:25.45] Frisco Mac and Mac Dre, so get a backwood, and split it
[00:28.20] Oh, yes!
[00:28.97] At our best, prime time
[00:30.19] And finesse the game, dipped in butter
[00:31.99] Now we shinin'
[00:32.91] Comin' with that vintage rap, Don Ciscalino
[00:35.34] G.P.I. hash and Cisco, C-note
[00:37.88] My rap goes like rich gain, slammin' dominoes
[00:40.36] Blues on my shoulders, should I kill 'em?
[00:41.96] Get the calico
[00:43.11] My own mama knows, I put that on seek
[00:44.95] 'Cause even got proof, of the truth, all you know I'm a lead us
[00:47.52] If you look at hearts of many, find rhyme and reason
[00:49.88] But only your mind and soul control who you believin'
[00:52.52] So me and Jesus do our thing, keep on breathin'
[00:55.06] Ain't trippin' off haters, got too many places to be in
[00:57.59] Now, what I'm seein'
[00:58.33] Some people got two faces
[00:59.90] Not Korean, but bet you talk Chinese
[01:01.55] Stuck in these fake cases
[01:02.26] I got people to see (people to see)
[01:04.91] Got places to go (places to go)
[01:07.39] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[01:09.18] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[01:12.20] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[01:14.52] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[01:17.31] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[01:19.43] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[01:22.69] Gotti, shake quakes, I spread headaches
[01:25.16] I'm sick, mobile leukemia, verbal sickle cell
[01:28.92] Fresh from a cell, fresh out my shell, waste full of shells
[01:32.83] Fresh out the spot, rave parking lots, prey parking lots
[01:36.46] Got my hecklin', conch out the Bach's, in and out the box
[01:40.11] Let me tell you what the fuck I talk about, the shots
[01:42.51] Infect the blocks, we serve infections
[01:45.04] Click One, Don Ciscone, my homies
[01:47.60] I am fury, I am the pure, Gotti
[01:50.55] Adolf Hitler, what can I do for you?
[01:52.52] He don't wanna fuck with the young hog, nigga (hog, nigga)
[01:55.08] Let it spark, get chipped, like love, nigga
[01:57.52] I got an example to set
[01:58.93] In that black Monte Carlo, nigga
[02:01.02] All purple and wet (and wet)
[02:01.93] I (I)
[02:02.12] I got people to see (people to see)
[02:04.54] Got places to go (places to go)
[02:07.09] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[02:08.61] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[02:11.59] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[02:14.18] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[02:17.16] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[02:18.95] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[02:22.10] Yeah, I'm on the move, ain't no time for sleep
[02:24.54] I'ma go and get this money til I'm R.I.P
[02:26.91] I got, people to feed, I got people to see
[02:29.50] And I been had credit since I got my first P
[02:32.35] G.P.I. Click spittin' this heat
[02:34.02] Brown still Gangsta Pimpin', dippin' these streets
[02:36.73] I split the cigarillo fill in the beat
[02:38.95] Let it burn, like them heaters when them Click One gangstas beef
[02:43.19] I see you later, hater, I see your grindin' teeth
[02:44.24] Got a show, I gotta go, yo, I'm stackin' my cheese
[02:46.68] I ain't got time for hate, jealous guys, I shake
[02:48.95] Now watch how I flip them lines like them rhymes was weight
[02:51.34] Look at my face, brown skin, bald-headed, rhyme from the pen
[02:54.90] I'm calm-headed, but I'm raw with the pen
[02:57.10] Keep it real for my homies that are still in the pen
[02:59.35] Hold it down, I'm a see you when you back in the Sin
[03:01.45] I got people to see (people to see)
[03:04.02] Got places to go (places to go)
[03:06.83] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[03:08.47] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[03:11.46] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[03:13.55] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[03:16.81] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[03:18.77] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[03:21.50] Went from the most underrated, to most highly anticipated
[03:24.20] From hood gang, Cali to Vegas, it's Gangsta Pimpin' Incorporated
[03:26.56] Grippin' and runnin', pushin' weight like a sumo
[03:29.28] Romero, el mero, mero from the Click to the Uno
[03:31.47] Blowin' out, flew out the sunroof, bending the block
[03:33.83] Gon' park traction off the track, so I could never fall off
[03:36.43] See me shinin' this year, the sun kissed the floor
[03:38.87] God handed us the keys, but still, we kicked in the door
[03:41.36] I guess our motherfuckin' high went from birds to the plane
[03:44.04] Like a 747, 'bout to crash in the game
[03:46.66] Let's destroy and rebuild, and kick them busters out
[03:48.82] My big homie Gotti got his shotgun on your mouth
[03:52.07] Blaow! Blow your brains back backwards
[03:53.98] Twisted up like them backwoods, act up and get clapped up
[03:56.67] Got places to go (go)
[03:58.05] Got Fedi' to stack up (stack)
[03:59.33] You ready or not? You motherfuckers best back up (back up)
[04:01.15] I got people to see (people to see)
[04:04.01] Got places to go (places to go)
[04:06.29] A hustler fa' sho' (a hustler fa' sho)
[04:08.25] And to fuck it on the low (it on the low)
[04:10.69] Can't you see I'm a G (see I'm a G)
[04:13.43] I've been working these streets (working these streets)
[04:16.38] I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese)
[04:18.42] Ch-ching, all I can see (ch-ching, all I can see)
[04:21.36]