Topless (feat. T.i. And Nas)

[T.I]:

Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop

this.

A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.

Bring em back to life beats like CPR. Made the west

side world wide. No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all

be all. California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.

The Compton monsters make ya wanna cut ya M P off. The

greatest in the game. Haters should be ashamed to not

acknowledge in the brain of the west coast kings.

Brought Kronic to the scene folded pills in the lean.

Now the game full of puppies look at me no strings.

Again and again I've shown you've seen me piss on

niggas egos. Ruin they self-esteem. Sky the limit no

roof I can do what you dream. Done it all foe you eva

did a thing NA MEEN. Tees and black jeans no bling

just bang. Officially deranged. Clinically insane.

Look Eazy ain't a damn thang changed. I promise still

live like we did back when Straight Out Of Compton.

Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit.

Showed em what to smoke when dey was blazing that bull

shit. That's why you smell the drug aroma when my

record play. Not a blemish on my image decorated

resume. A legendary legacy. All that I was you'll neva

be. Fuck is yall tellin me? Forever on top. Face it

you'll neva be better than the Doc. Ask Pac. Again I

say it's neva gone stop. Face it you'll neva be

greater than the Doc. Ask Pac.

[Chorus]:

Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No

startin I'm the shootin kind. Front page all the time.

You boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine. I

drink Topless, I live Topless. Like my girl is the

game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I live

Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city

now.

[Nas]:

Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence. Yours is

shabby and scab while mines glistenin. Vivid on my

skin how many continents I've visit then you could

journey with me to different places by listenin.

Shittin on em. Ya brutha got it covered we can slug

it, knuckle it however you want I love it. A hustler's

wit. The grit the grind. My genetic code make-up.

Murderer by design. On my calendar time when night

meets day. I'm in a light grey bugatti like a

high-speed chase. Adrenaline like jogger the jump in

rope in place. The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates

trying to keep the ocean by me. Hit a rich man's wife

see what these hoes can buy me. Lookin forward but

it's nice to see the rode behind me. Hotel's a 7 star.

Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet

bowin topless.

[Chorus]:

Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No

startin I'm the shootin kind. Front page all the time.

You boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine. I

drink Topless, I live Topless. Like my girl is the

game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I live

Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city

now.

enviado por : J. Leal