Ayo Loc, let me tell you a story real quick
These bitch ass, buster ass police tried to tell me I can't ride and smoke weed
Pulled me out the car and shit
I'm like, "God damn nigga
I'm just tryna go on an L ride! Mof*cka"
Magic City on the highway counting plenty
Only 20s, 100s, 50s on my way up to a Bentley
God damn, these rappers be flexing for the Gram
Empty out they bank account just to put it in a band
I don't understand
Guess it's not for me to know
Got your women crush Wednesday blowing on my piccolo
Ask me where she at, tell you I don't know
Had my nose and my dick like Pinnochio, steady growing
Told her look out below, cuz rain coming
Wipe your face with this shirt, just forget the stains on it
Smoke a pound of the purp, need to get the day started
You be heading to work, I be chilling in fur, coat
I know you rap can I be one of the bros? No
She's begging for the D said after the verse, woah
We going rounds she off a ball of the coke
And blowing one of her talents so I'm in line for the show, nigga
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Rolling up a forest cuz we got so many trees, wassup
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Hope we don't get pulled over for toting all this green, come on
Magic City on the highway counting plenty
Only 20s, 100s, 50s on my way up to a Bentley
God damn, dude be tryna fight me and shit
Had to call my side piece, come and get ya mans
Call me Dapper Dan always in the freshest fits
This a grand slam not a pop fly, you ain't catching this
It's over your head, reckless, and on me
You ain't in the crew just cuz you know a hand shake
You pulled up with a bag of the shake
And started rapping like Wayne with a mask and a cape
I eat niggas like you, til' I straight empty the plate
Coming in like you running shit and that mindstate hazardous
Black Ivy he the young boy bachelor
Swimming in women, chill in the tubes like a catheter
Putting on for the Ocean State
Already smoking presidential so it ain't no debate, it's Oscar
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Rolling up a forest cuz we got so many trees, wassup
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Hope we don't get pulled over for toting all this green, come on
Let me tell you what I did
I looked that motherf*cker in the eye and I said
"Imma do this shit
Imma smoke it
I ain't dumping it out
You can do what you want with that information
But I'm just saying
You're gonna have to talk to my lawyer or some shit
Bitch ass"
Oscar IV - Magic City Lyrics
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Ayo Loc, let me tell you a story real quick
These bitch ass, buster ass police tried to tell me I can't ride and smoke weed
Pulled me out the car and shit
I'm like, "God damn nigga
I'm just tryna go on an L ride! Mof*cka"
Magic City on the highway counting plenty
Only 20s, 100s, 50s on my way up to a Bentley
God damn, these rappers be flexing for the Gram
Empty out they bank account just to put it in a band
I don't understand
Guess it's not for me to know
Got your women crush Wednesday blowing on my piccolo
Ask me where she at, tell you I don't know
Had my nose and my dick like Pinnochio, steady growing
Told her look out below, cuz rain coming
Wipe your face with this shirt, just forget the stains on it
Smoke a pound of the purp, need to get the day started
You be heading to work, I be chilling in fur, coat
I know you rap can I be one of the bros? No
She's begging for the D said after the verse, woah
We going rounds she off a ball of the coke
And blowing one of her talents so I'm in line for the show, nigga
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Rolling up a forest cuz we got so many trees, wassup
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Hope we don't get pulled over for toting all this green, come on
Magic City on the highway counting plenty
Only 20s, 100s, 50s on my way up to a Bentley
God damn, dude be tryna fight me and shit
Had to call my side piece, come and get ya mans
Call me Dapper Dan always in the freshest fits
This a grand slam not a pop fly, you ain't catching this
It's over your head, reckless, and on me
You ain't in the crew just cuz you know a hand shake
You pulled up with a bag of the shake
And started rapping like Wayne with a mask and a cape
I eat niggas like you, til' I straight empty the plate
Coming in like you running shit and that mindstate hazardous
Black Ivy he the young boy bachelor
Swimming in women, chill in the tubes like a catheter
Putting on for the Ocean State
Already smoking presidential so it ain't no debate, it's Oscar
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Rolling up a forest cuz we got so many trees, wassup
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Hope we don't get pulled over for toting all this green, come on
Let me tell you what I did
I looked that motherf*cker in the eye and I said
"Imma do this shit
Imma smoke it
I ain't dumping it out
You can do what you want with that information
But I'm just saying
You're gonna have to talk to my lawyer or some shit
Bitch ass"
These bitch ass, buster ass police tried to tell me I can't ride and smoke weed
Pulled me out the car and shit
I'm like, "God damn nigga
I'm just tryna go on an L ride! Mof*cka"
Magic City on the highway counting plenty
Only 20s, 100s, 50s on my way up to a Bentley
God damn, these rappers be flexing for the Gram
Empty out they bank account just to put it in a band
I don't understand
Guess it's not for me to know
Got your women crush Wednesday blowing on my piccolo
Ask me where she at, tell you I don't know
Had my nose and my dick like Pinnochio, steady growing
Told her look out below, cuz rain coming
Wipe your face with this shirt, just forget the stains on it
Smoke a pound of the purp, need to get the day started
You be heading to work, I be chilling in fur, coat
I know you rap can I be one of the bros? No
She's begging for the D said after the verse, woah
We going rounds she off a ball of the coke
And blowing one of her talents so I'm in line for the show, nigga
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Rolling up a forest cuz we got so many trees, wassup
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Hope we don't get pulled over for toting all this green, come on
Magic City on the highway counting plenty
Only 20s, 100s, 50s on my way up to a Bentley
God damn, dude be tryna fight me and shit
Had to call my side piece, come and get ya mans
Call me Dapper Dan always in the freshest fits
This a grand slam not a pop fly, you ain't catching this
It's over your head, reckless, and on me
You ain't in the crew just cuz you know a hand shake
You pulled up with a bag of the shake
And started rapping like Wayne with a mask and a cape
I eat niggas like you, til' I straight empty the plate
Coming in like you running shit and that mindstate hazardous
Black Ivy he the young boy bachelor
Swimming in women, chill in the tubes like a catheter
Putting on for the Ocean State
Already smoking presidential so it ain't no debate, it's Oscar
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Rolling up a forest cuz we got so many trees, wassup
My whip stay clean, my shoe game filthy
I roll with my team, they never gon' kill me
Not in they dreams, you never could f*ck with me
Hope we don't get pulled over for toting all this green, come on
Let me tell you what I did
I looked that motherf*cker in the eye and I said
"Imma do this shit
Imma smoke it
I ain't dumping it out
You can do what you want with that information
But I'm just saying
You're gonna have to talk to my lawyer or some shit
Bitch ass"
Writer: Raymond White
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