| You got a password, mate?
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| A password?
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| Yeah, you can’t come in without a password
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| I don’t know, fucken, art-deco?
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| Art-deco? |
| What kind of a fucken password is art-deco, mate?
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| That’s a shit password
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| Let me paint a picture like Picasso
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| While you got a couple marbles as brain in you noggin
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| I got a couple marble columns in my holiday house
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| Draped in foliage
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| The beat got you nodding, like the suns ray bouncing off the bonnet
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| Of my old gold Ford Model T convertible
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| Word to all my bootlegging friends running parties
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| But no one does a speakeasy better than Jeswon and Draphty
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| Got valet parking, like you at the ballet
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| Couple of alley cats with dry martinis
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| You can’t escape that my suit is off the chains
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| Like my names Houdini. |
| But I ain’t no Genie
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| Never see cold camping in a cloud of smoke
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| I got a lady named Daisy like the cows came home
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| Sittin' mingling with stars like Ringos stool
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| Lookin' real good in a flamingo pool
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| Can’t shut us up or shut us down
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| Yeah, yeah we’re flowing like barrel full of vino
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| Whole team looking real premo
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| Can’t shut us up or shut us down
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| No no, hear no see no speak no evil
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| Got the whole team looking illegal
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| I’m just tryna find a way
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| To turn my sorrows to a serenade
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| When life gives you lemons make a change
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| Turn that shit into a lemonade
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| If you weren’t down from the jump, I don’t wanna fraternise
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| You can find me bumping Makaveli in the ride
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| Tryna write a classic like it’s Catcher in the Rye
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| Man these rappers wanna bite I got a snapper on the line
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| Reel it in I got a massive appetite
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| Pauly mi hermano we about the family ties
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| Everything is peachy, Serve up this ceviche
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| Season it with lemon and a little dash of lime
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| 'Cause on the real you never know when it’s time to go
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| Adios, I’ma run it up like its cardio
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| Vocabulario, I been the realest in the barrio
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| So I ain’t running out of steam on this party boat
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| Glass half empty or glass half full
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| Wakin up from the soirée at half-past two
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| Cuidado con tu chica and your madre too
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| Homie you don’t speak the lingo you don’t parlez-vous
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| Can’t shut us up or shut us down
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| Yeah, yeah we’re flowing like barrel full of vino
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| Whole team looking real premo
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| Can’t shut us up or shut us down
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| No no, hear no see no speak no evil
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| Got the whole team looking illegal
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| But I’m just tryna find a way
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| To turn my sorrows to a serenade
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| When life gives you lemons make a change
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| Turn that shit into a lemonade
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| Said I’m just tryna find a way
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| To turn my sorrows to a serenade
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| When life gives you lemons make a change
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| Turn that shit into a lemonade |