Open Door

[Intro: Boldy James] Where we at? [Verse 1: Boldy James] Seen men break, tattle and fold Place that on my soul, I had to scram, shake, rattle and roll Shot out west to Cali, came back with the 'bows For the cheap concrete, we weigh packages whole Stay strapped with a pole, shotgun, Maybach or the Roll This ain't that, can't lack with the load Stay attractin' the hoes; gang on the nametag of my clothes The Rollie plain, chain platinum and gold Stay jackin' the prose, niggas stealin', straight jackin' my flows I'm independent, eight racks for my shows Bae strapped and she cold, evеn though I'm laid back when I'm blowed Don't be anothеr face tat on my bros It's ConCreatures [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Yup, check it, ayo Got my bread hand-to-hand I ain't get no check from the government (Nah, fuck that) Re-up with my mans, split the grams, we was thuggin' it (Uh-huh) Fuckin' on a square hoe but really love a gutter bitch (I love 'em) That eyeball the work in her purse that hold a rubber grip Hustlin' my heritage, nothin' to turn one to six (Yeah) Got it out the mud and made it happen, fuck a "wonder if...?" (Facts) Locked in the cell, we was scrappin', son, throw up your fists (What up?) Shootin' thirty-ones, we 'bout that action like a Bronson flick (Uh-huh) Always on some shit, my lifestyle a felony Still sellin' dope, niggas thinkin' I'm a celebrity The .23 I tote turn your brain cells to celery (Blaow) And rock your bells like LL, will end your destiny Worked the pill presser 'fore I ever had a press release (Facts) My niggas will press ya, press triggers, then rest in peace (Blao) Sheesh, cook the fish like hot grease Straight drop, come and cop, peep (Yeah) [Verse 3: Stove God Cook$] Wah I got 'em kneelin' to the yay, seven days Give thanks to my wrist, all praise I might throw a cocaine parade Sittin' on seventy-seven bricks while I weigh Bought a kilo, stepped on it, got a ego Got a speedboat, a Ferrari Portofino (Woo) All perico, money spillin' out the safe Pythons in Audis, I'm Jake the Snake, you fake I know I'm late, I was halfway through a twenty-eight Dropped the ice on it, threw it on a plate and skated I send my shooter through again if you make it (Brrrrrat) Holy Black Jesus, Hail Mary, Troy Aikman Just make sure you winnin' when the game end All my bitches love the stove, not Raymond Is it flame? Shit, I wouldn't even know I ain't had to open up a whole thang since '04 [Outro: Rome Streetz & Stove God Cooks] Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw Fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more We don't save hoes, the policy is open-door Pull up, I'll serve you niggas like a open store (What up?) Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw Fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more We don't save hoes, the policy is open-door (Woo) Pull up, I'll serve you niggas like a open store Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw (You smell it) Fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more (They know me) We don't save hoes, the policy is open-door Pull up, I'll serve you niggas like a open store (What up?) Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw Fans love me, but the drug buyers know me more We don't save hoes, the policy is open-door Pull up, I'll serve you niggas like a open store