Paperboys - Last Lieutenants lyrics

*yea, hold on, shit, so smooth, ya..*

[Vinni]
ey yo I love it when the sky´s blue
I am leaning heavy to the side when I slide through
red in ma eye, you know how I do
ready to ride, me & my crew, veterans high
we keep the medicine inside let me guide you
were fly tool splitting hash with cynics
coz they do not want to let these bastards in it
filling marihuana passed the limit
we have been ignored for these past few minutes
now I am sure we are the last lieutenants
we get the cash printed while backpackers getting pissed
telling me I cant be rapping to this
I have got the snap of an immaculate wrist
keep it cracking in this natural mist
to make it happen, get my track on the list, I am not an activist
I play it cool, the type that likes to stay in the pool
with weed swaying through ma molecules
I follow jewels while running with rum
that is where I am humming it from
coming like, "Vinni, you son of a gun"

Chorus:
shit it is really all the same, aint nothing to tell
and I aint really trying to change always puffin a L
might as well yo coz I aint tryin to be like you
see we just do the shit that we like to, "we are high"

shit it is really all the same, aint nothing to see
we are only dealing with some change, aint no f*cking for free
can´t complain, get a couple of g´s & roll on
and all you funny motherf*ckers so long

ther eaint nothing you can tell me
tilll they are hearing the bells that set ma cells free
I am wearing this shell might as well be
sharing ma spells where they sell g´s
staring at fellas that yell please
spending parallell cheese, just like me
and same recognize same so I reckoned I would explain
for a check in ma name
champagne & a 2nd of fame, see I am reppin for lames
mic-checking & I am stepping up ma game
trained for ma turn to spit, It is ma life I have earned the script
nice & I aint concerned with shit
payed the price & firmed the grip, learned the tricks of the trade
to fix shit like a switchblade, the music-industry is bitchmade
dummis & gimmicks & in a few Ill be running this clinic
I do not really care for none of your limits, that is on you
shouldn´t listen to them fools they be wrong too

Chorus:

these are the gratest hits also known as the only hits
how long you think it´s before we gon blow this bitch?
trade in these bogus kicks, shit sober up & focus
work the shoulders, see me vouge-ing like that shit was chic
or I will be six feet deep - hating on the dream
suntil waiting for the cream
vacant with the scheme, naked all green with no bacon just skin
future science celebrating how they made him this thin
I am breaking it in, awaking in the A.m., working overtime
I will have your folders lined, big up to Copyline
the show is signed, sealed, pressed & shipped
- just in time, man I guess that is it

Chorus:
-see ya!

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