Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Puffin the Dragon , by - DJ Quik. Song from the album The Midnight Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.10.2014
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Puffin the Dragon |
| To whom are concerned |
| Don’t take me vain |
| I plowed a hard road for people like Little Wayne |
| I put it all in place |
| To have it taken away |
| And live in ridicule and grief, dismay |
| Before my face got stubble |
| My house burned to rubble |
| The party that I planned for the world got me in trouble |
| Journalists asked what I did with my money |
| I gave it to the needy |
| Not that greedy, I’m Quik |
| I do it like I wanna' |
| Something like the South of France |
| I want to hear the thunder |
| Now open up the ceiling, ask the valet |
| Pull the roof off |
| I want to feel the feeling |
| So let the raindrops kiss me on my Angelic face |
| I’m such a sport, had to ask the turtle |
| Was it a race? |
| And now I yield for the snail’s pace |
| Cross town traffic in a haze |
| I love this place |
| I’m up and I’m at it |
| I guess I’m just a musical addict |
| I like it when my life is automatic |
| I’m summoning Magic |
| I gotta avoid it when its tragic |
| So call me when you need a new gadget |
| I’m puffin the dragon |
| It’s fried chicken in back of the wagon |
| Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin |
| On the Interstate 15 to Vegas |
| We drunk and we niggas |
| They pay us, We playas |
| Betrayed to the point where i pop my trunk |
| But why me? |
| Go to prison and send heaven a punk |
| I was the star of the show |
| But that turns your friends against you |
| Hence, they’ll never get another opportunity since you |
| Salon shop talk now, Days are jaded |
| They ask a thousand questions |
| While im getting my hair braided |
| Staring at me funny |
| Counting one dollar bills |
| Greed is a sin but ignorance kills |
| And LA can be a very cold place at times |
| Alot of different drugs |
| No universal mind |
| On the same page of alot of different books |
| I swear that this could be as fun as it looks |
| Cause when you ride em right |
| You get the fun in the sun |
| But if you stab the |
| Got one and your done |
| On the surface its calm |
| The naked eye can’t see it |
| But the undercurrents there |
| To steal a body if needed |
| So be it |
| I’m up and I’m at it |
| I guess I’m just a musical addict |
| I like it when my life is automatic |
| I’m summoning Magic |
| I gotta avoid it when its tragic |
| So call me when you need a new gadget |
| I’m puffin the dragon |
| It’s fried chicken in back of the wagon |
| Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin |
| On the Interstate 15 to Vegas |
| We drunk and we niggas |
| They pay us, We playas |
| Rose Hills filling up with all of my friends |
| Emotions I can’t show em |
| Im just keeping it in |
| Got alot of living to do |
| Avoiding the laws of the land |
| The grim reaper got the scythe in his hand |
| So its party on the stage |
| While playing everything |
| Scratch the record |
| Throw my hands up |
| Make everybody sing |
| Still the one man band |
| Still a Hip-Hop fan |
| A producer from Old Spruce |
| But with a mic and a band |
| Im not as passionate about it |
| But i hit now and then |
| Not naive to envy that fills the hearts of men |
| Im a G from the streets |
| But i need a new letter |
| One that announces my power and describes me better |
| Im a Q from a composition writer |
| I see it all in high lighter |
| From the perspective of a biter |
| So Drake I owe you a line and Diddy you too |
| Canada, New York and Compton lets get a brew |
| I’m up and I’m at it |
| I guess I’m just a musical addict |
| I like it when my life is automatic |
| I’m summoning Magic |
| I gotta avoid it when its tragic |
| So call me when you need a new gadget |
| I’m puffin the dragon |
| It’s fried chicken in back of the wagon |
| Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin |
| On the Interstate 15 to Vegas |
| We drunk and we niggas |
| They pay us, We playas |