Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Happy Days, artist - RYU. Album song Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2016
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
Happy Days |
| I got my smoke |
| I got my drink |
| Took 'em to the face now I’m feeling no pain |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| I got some girls |
| I got my gang |
| Uh, yeah |
| Rappers stepping to me |
| The question is «How come?» |
| I control the party like I’m Mao Zedong |
| I crush opposition |
| Beat 'em to submission |
| Repeatedly pistol whip 'em |
| Treat 'em like bitches pimping |
| You know the outcome |
| Stop that |
| I’m as fly as a fox bat in a top hat, pussy |
| You playing with bobcats you rookies |
| I’m a veteran of combat, Apocalypse Now |
| We pop bottles like somebody’s shooting choppers in the crowd |
| Ain’t need to panic |
| We ain’t causing no damage |
| «Hey, yo I’m getting hungry» |
| Go eat a penis sandwich |
| They call me Tiger Chan, Le Tigre |
| Hundred degree fever |
| These hoes chasing me like I’m running from La Migra |
| The don, the Fonz, Mike, Kobe and Lebron |
| I’m the best to ever do it |
| Word is bond, yeah |
| Yo where Jams at? |
| Come out, come out, wherever you are |
| If I turn on the darkness so you can see the stars |
| And I ain’t even ever think that we could be this large |
| But vis-a-vis the bars, yeah, we could be the guys that |
| Crazy how these women wanna touch me man |
| Or maybe they done heard about the bucks we made |
| Yeah them fussy dames, yeah them buxom babes |
| All fucks with James, cos the bucks is suede |
| And the tux ain’t rented and the entered |
| And the back seat’s smelling like luxury |
| And they let they guard down |
| And they play me real close |
| It’s so hard to find people you can trust these days |
| Then I creep up behind with that husky blade |
| Damn, coming out my pocket like |
| I pull off laughing in my black Dodge Ram |
| They like «who the fuck robbed us?» |
| — Jams |
| I got my smoke |
| I got my drink |
| Took 'em to the face now I’m feeling no pain |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| I got some girls |
| I got my gang |
| Watch 'em all dance while I’m spraying champagne |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| Hey yo, I’m living like the planet ain’t gonna end in a flame |
| A fireball, live, hawk in the game |
| I’m Deadshot Luna, mack is real not a tumour |
| When you hear the nine click it’s the truth, not the rumour |
| Why you lying? |
| No I’m not |
| Yeah you is |
| No way |
| I’m a nigga for life but my name ain’t O’Shea |
| Jackson, I get busy when it’s time for some action |
| From but speak with an L.A. accent |
| Never lose traction, wheels killing the asphalt |
| Jams, Tiger Chan, Bishop, Gravity, bandsaw |
| Macking all hoes, yo my pimping is grizzly |
| I’m the blood like a motherfucker, push it intensely |
| A lot of long nights but my focus is safe |
| Stick to only marijuana, never fuck with the K |
| Going against the grain like, oh dog call it menace |
| We in the ear from the Valley to Venice |
| I was up at Record One the other day with Dr Dre |
| In the studio |
| Had his back turned |
| Making beats that thump hard |
| Thought to myself |
| Then I stole that nigga’s black card |
| Got a lotta liquor from Bevmo |
| JD, Henny, Stoli, Hendricks, Wild Turkey, 151 be burning up my tonsils |
| Drinking straight round and round |
| And that’s how my head go |
| When the party thinking thoughts about these thoughts and how they head go |
| Anikka Albrite, Alexis Rodriguez, Chanell Heart |
| Please can we meet and do some freak shit? |
| Lustful, untouchable, the flow quite combustable |
| big word, I Googled it, can’t spell it though |
| Drugs, alcohol and sex that’s what I’m after |
| Sensual consensual, never disaster |
| Never fuck an unconscious girl going «Shh ssh, it’s Casper» |
| Surpass ya, lyrically and physically smash ya |
| So cease, capisce? |
| I got my smoke |
| I got my drink |
| Took 'em to the face now I’m feeling no pain |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| I got some girls |
| I got my gang |
| Watch 'em all dance while I’m spraying champagne |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |
| A lot of long nights and some happy days |