Silkk The Shocker - Bourbans and 'Llacs lyrics

[Mo B. Dick] This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped [Master P] (Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin on that doja, four n***as in the back screaming No Limit soldiers! True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of c**aine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raced a Lexus Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my n***a Bun B Twistin on some green spinach And n***as still trippin, I ain't dead, I'm still in it [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks [Silkk The Shocker] See pockets full of dollars already stacked so I'm gangsta leaning sideways Today ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day Take it from mister hundred spoke rider Cadillac Suburban driver, p**y diver Push the Glock inside when I'm riding Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said b**h can't tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot Spin donuts, you know I'm acting, a straight up menace Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause there was a cloud of smoke when I was Finished I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they Can't catch me And if you see me chilling you can stop me But I keep that Glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might try me This is for the playas [Mo B. Dick] Playa, play on I can't hate you homie Playa, play on I can't hate you homie [Lil' Gotti Gambino] Bourbons and Lacs, mansions and b**hes, money and weed A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green I'm thugging on the scene, n***a Whatcha dont believe, well check the credentials, they'll tell ya A n***as living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get k**ed But reverse that sh** and hit the studio and make a mill For real, I'm slanging platinum sh** until I'm old and ill Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that sh** no other way The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks Playa play on I can't hate you homie Rollin on chrome and candy