Jim Jones - Penicillin lyrics

Chorus 1: Sen City] x 2 I'm talking needle-pushing Shoot-ups in abandoned buidings I'm talking senseless k**ings Grannie's on that Penicillin (Oooohhhhh) I've got nothing to lose Hit the block til it bruise Hit the bottle til I'm whooz Let them bottles move You couldn't skip a hole in my shoes [Verse 1: Jim Jones] I'm talking hit the heights Trying to get that white Talk to Bobby trying to get that price If I get that right I can hit the pike and try to triple that price If we whip it up right We can drop it once and we can get it back twice ‘Cause its that life We learn to hustle and twist the wrists like dice My bag, my bag Money on the floor fist full of dice Head cracked, scoop it up Toot the horn when I hit the light Wrists got lights like I came in the room and I clicked on lights Fly cars, crispy nikes Gucci belt with the fifth on tight I swear, this game I'm cautious, contrite My man got caught Swear to god I was with him last night But you know what they say Here today and we gone tomorrow So with that being said we going to play like it's no tomorrow [Hook 1: Sen City] x 2 [Verse 2: Shawty Lo] I'm be someone other I'm tune in and go Round these parts I'm a motha f**ing pro Everybody lie low I got a 40 to unload One-stop shop you can get it and go Smashing on you n***as so far in the rear I'm sh**ting on yo b**hes like I got diarrhea Feeling letting go In the fast lane Thuggin'-a** n***as need to stay in your lane Get you autotuned I ain't talking T-Pain This rap sh** easy Ain't noting but a game n***as want bricks I can call in the thang I'm getting crazy money You can call it insane [Hook 1: Sen City] x 2 [Verse 3: Chink Santana] I'm talking 30 grand rental car Grandma's pat, pyrex jaw Turnpike to go get that raw I'mma rip it til I get that hard I'mma hustle b**h I'mma hustle ho And I'mma wrap them stacks in rubber bands until I fill a duffel bro Then I gonna cop that porche With cuarto doors, never loved that horse Eight hundred houses n***a let me see how strong them jaws is b**h drop them drawers Then show me some losses No Ricks, No Rosses I'm gonna show you who the boss is I'm flossing I'm on top off switch Ratchet in my lap Yellow Signs b**h, caution Better pause like the comma You can bring the entourage We'll bring the drama No scripts though (Will you get through the water cross that boarder?) No ships, though (You can place your order listen, caller) Ain't no drips, though (You can meet us in Georgia, got that for ya) Bring them chips though (Mothaf**a don't try to short us) [Hook 1: Sen City] x 2