Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Alive, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 26.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Alive |
| My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome |
| When I hit the club everything goes |
| Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air |
| But when I’m in here, I don’t really care |
| 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em |
| Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em |
| Yeah, I know, that’s the way you like it, huh? |
| Yeah, that’s the way you love me, hon' |
| It’s alive, it’s alive, rounds cured the eyes |
| I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein |
| I push weight but Gucci don’t exercise |
| I get extra whipped cream for them eskimo pies |
| I’m in the 'hood like the mayor 'round election time |
| Here’s a suggestion: don’t park your car next to mine |
| I’mma start when the light hit, I 'posed to shine |
| Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time |
| They got a section but none of the ho’s are fine |
| They need to exit, don’t let the grind pass you by |
| I run laps 'round lames with my shoes untied |
| I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide |
| Still stuck outside, that’s the ugly side |
| Looked Medusa in the eye and Medusa died |
| This is top secret shit, classified |
| Don’t blame me, Swizz was the mastermind |
| I can’t breathe, can’t breathe, Toni Braxton time |
| I got a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson time |
| I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind |
| This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine |
| My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome |
| When I hit the club everything goes |
| Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air |
| But when I’m in here, I don’t really care |
| 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em |
| Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em |
| Yeah, I know, that’s the way you like it, huh? |
| Yeah, that’s the way you love me, hon' |
| Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news |
| They say he walked out the jail rockin' stupid jewels |
| They tryin' to find out what it do, admit it, you confused |
| Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin' out my trous' |
| My yellow wrist, bright as piss, bitch, on the shit |
| Big Gucci called Swizz, let’s make a hit |
| Two thing in this world I ain’t ever seen |
| Are you a foreigner, nigga? |
| I need to help me get mimi |
| I hope you suffocate, me told her, baby, let me breathe |
| 'Cause I don’t chase nothin' but paper, bitch, you’re chasin' me |
| Excuse my French, but this is Gucci, I’m so fucking gutter |
| It don’t make no sense to switch for any of these motherfuckers |
| My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome |
| When I hit the club everything goes |
| Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air |
| But when I’m in here, I don’t really care |
| 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em |
| Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em |
| Yeah, I know, that’s the way you like it, huh? |
| Yeah, that’s the way you love me, hon' |
| Somebody said my life is it |
| I said nah dog, my wife is it |
| Now I’m back, back on 'em like I never, never left |
| Plus the boy right here, I’m fresh to death |
| Woo, Christians on my feet |
| See, I can’t fall for Suzuki jeeps |
| Now I’m jumpin' off decks |
| Don’t worry about the haters, they gonna be upset |
| And the Black Card in my back pocket |
| The Conaseg lookin' like a speeder rocket |
| Yeah, I’m zoomin' on the highway |
| And you should love me, I did it my way |
| My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome |
| When I hit the club everything goes |
| Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air |
| But when I’m in here, I don’t really care |
| 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em |
| Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em |
| Yeah, I know, that’s the way you like it, huh? |
| Yeah, that’s the way you love me, hon' |