Curren$y & The Alchemist - 500 Pounds of Gas lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Probably stay in the lab till the plane leave Cookin' dope with no gloves, sit these bars on the triple beam Weigh it up; you know that it's heavy if it's linked to me A hundred-twenty-eight grams, my day-to-day Cuban I bring the kilo out, if them s**ers make me do it to 'em Gasoline in the paper, listenin' to nature For all seasons, weavin' lanes, interstate racin' My stockbroker homie just copped the i8 Wanna see what it do, I bring the El Camino through My tires stickin' like glue Successful players, with expensive hobbies Mamas are high-end, luggage-clutterin' Hotel lobbies, because we mobbin' A movement, movin'; this what it's become See my Wraith rollin' off into the settin' Sun "Yo, I think that was son, dog, I bet that was hum" Listenin' to Hendrix [??], they knew I was the one [Outro]