Haystak - Came A Long Way lyrics

Haystak came a long way lyrics Soooouth siiide! Haystak mak, full circle 3-6-oh,back on ya like this here.this here i say down. Down south players do they get busy ? Well Them eagles on them spinners get dizzy as hell. They keep on spinnin beep,beep As the haters start grinnin whats up dawg? They talk a lot but my boys dont study dem fools Who get the last laugh flossin on em covered in j**els? Way before some rhymin an royalty checks Diamonds was a way a getting more respect. Street flava all-star my peers r pioneers Sonny an k dem boys been makin money fo years Makin cash money like m.c. m U been in tha game a minute youll remember them. Big body chevys, rims, spoilers, In an out a town like the tennesee oilers. Gals call us but we wont call back stak your big a** thinks u all that. yeaaah (chourus x2) we came a long way ay ay..just to be paid aid aid And we sittin on top op op,and u know it wont stop op op. We roll up on em brrrrrrr,buk buk buk,vrummm,vrummm, Whered that big ol white boy come from? Aw big dawgs gotta get that money brrring street flava records girl let me speak ta sonny. whats up man? whats on ya mind boss? im thinkin bout a merger uh-huh,ya think? we murder it Double s thats the way i ride South side til the day i die On the rhyme i wont be denied They be no joke down here where we reside That fast u can be on politics an status Mad, cash like an a** gettin apparatus The baddest gals be with the ugliest men Down for hair an nails who got the most money ta spend Surround sound that sh**s amazin dude But i bring my beat-box on ya block an get rave reviews (chorus x2) Staks a bullet in tha bill-board,rockin award shows, World tours,take control of record stores Can u see my sales soar? Fo sure,u cant deny me no more Pack my bags beeyotch, bon jour, im on tour. Straight clownin leavin mic stands broke 'cause i can put it down with out the lights and smoke Sonny dropped the track and it was straight up bu*ter Aint nuthin ta do but count my money, an shoot the magazine covers. My teams supreme, i fiend for green, like a Sweet splittin cheese gittin cream machine So many words come ta ya mind when ya mention mak-million Lyrical genius, got-damn this brilliant. So cold-blooded i shoulda been born sicilian Odds on doin what we doin must be one in a billion I played it right late at nite and i stayed alive I been writin erry nite since eighty-five (chorus x4 fade out)