Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burbans and Lacs, artist - Lil C. Date of issue: 25.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burbans and Lacs |
| Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga |
| Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga |
| Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz |
| In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga |
| Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y’all done up and done it |
| We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic, chronic |
| I did it, I done it, this rap beef, you know who won it |
| I’m five million worldwide, I got mo' money |
| Europe paid me eighty G’s for a hour show |
| And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go |
| You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really been |
| And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten |
| I smoke over and over again, God, forgive me |
| 'Cause I’m a young thug with tattoos in my skin |
| Four hundred thousand dolla Benz with my name on my rims |
| And when I pull up, hoes be like, I know that’s him |
| Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometimes I flip in a Fleet wood |
| You know the one with the platinum skin |
| And the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good |
| Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid |
| Or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat |
| Guaranteed to squeeze when enemies test me |
| I’ma empty the clip and reload again |
| Ain’t got no gal, ain’t got no friends |
| Only thing I give a damn about is my ends |
| I wish was alive |
| So I could watch him make another Dub again |
| I’m mad at the world, fuck love again |
| 'Cause my so called partnas think I’m cappin' |
| Bitch, I’ve earned the right to live the good life |
| Y’all know how long I’ve been rappin' |
| We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue |
| That’s the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw |
| I’m the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don |
| And all we do is get money |
| (Where I’m from) |
| We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue |
| That’s the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw |
| I’m the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don |
| And all we do is get money |
| (Where I’m from) |
| You know, I’m thinking of a master plan |
| I got chrome fans on my promotional van |
| I’m the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me |
| I fuck with D-Block and the Dipset posse |
| My spinners don’t stop, y’all rappers don’t shop |
| 'Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks |
| And if I catch you in my hood, homie, you can’t leave |
| 'Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, they can’t breathe |
| I got a trick up my sleeve, don’t ever pick up my weed |
| And I don’t tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave |
| And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed |
| 'Cause my spider on the highway, doin' 153 |
| We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue |
| That’s the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw |
| I’m the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don |
| And all we do is get money |
| (Where I’m from) |
| We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue |
| That’s the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw |
| I’m the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don |
| And all we do is get money |
| (Where I’m from) |
| Every morning I wake up and give my praises to God |
| Just for letting me see another sunrise |
| 'Cause sometime, making it through the night is hard |
| Livin' in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian |
| Lord, I’ve been callin' you so long, I wonder if you even hear me |
| Even though I can call a whole heap a burdens |
| I know there’s a bunch of blessings as well |
| I remember when I had to sleep on benches |
| Straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences |
| In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now |
| Ain’t no detectives tryin' to see me now |
| With no rival gangs trying to beat me down |
| It’s MTV and BET now and ain’t no mo' regular weed |
| Ain’t nothing but the best herb |
| With a grandaddy size cup of codeine |
| Straight eight over ice, nigga, yes, sir |
| I’m leaning like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd Coast |
| Look, respect the South and we gon' see straight, see straight |
| We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue |
| That’s the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw |
| I’m the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don |
| And all we do is get money |
| (Where I’m from) |
| We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue |
| That’s the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw |
| I’m the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don |
| And all we do is get money |
| (Where I’m from) |