Blood, Sweat and Gears

[Intro: Curren$y] Fuck around and lay around Yeah I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too You guys know who I'm talkin' to Those— Yeah I'm talkin' to— Take this opportunity to roll up Get your grinders Yeah, yeah Fuck around and lay around Locate your lighters Yeah, yeah, yeah Let me tell you something Uh [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced David Robinson's, Wally moccasins Matte black paint, polished rims, the fuck you said? I ain't hear it clear, too much money talking in my ear The end result of two albums in one year Blood, sweat, and gears, life in between the racing stripes We break day every night Alternative lifestyle, I ain't looking for a pussy, boy This trill jet shit, just enjoy That's yo wifey but she's still a Jet miss (Fuck around and lay around) Give her directions to the telly and a checklist Arriving shortly with the items I requested (I'm talkin' to you, you, and you too) Reinforced the frame with that jive nigga repellant (You guys know who I'm talkin' to) My new planh, maintain the smoke Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk Eyeball you a lil' something, I ain't the weed man though But if you give me fifteen minutes, I'll call my folks, he'll be at the door Connectin' four marine batteries on one side of the trunk To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps (Fuck around and lay around) It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump You already know, I ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner Your bitch stay talkin' and you steady eavesdroppin' (Let me tell you something) [Bridge: Fiend] Rolling trees [?] do something for you No matter what you be goin' through Uh, ayy [Verse 2: Fiend] Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium Streets, I roam, mama praying like the Vatican My life feels like treadin' water in the ocean, who's panickin'? I'm dope, sudden move is drug traffickin' (Fuck around and lay around) Tell I'm gettin' dough, I'm getting fat again What I'd do to hear my loved ones laugh again Say, love, go and give me your math again Got a movie later on you'll be actin' in (Let me tell you something) Life is like free throws, some things you gon' miss, some things you make Don't rush, don't wait I call pape' time travel machine It can get you there faster, but it can't wake a permanent sleep I'd never compromise my fresh Smoke kush, not sess, why cry, I'm blessed I'll lend you the bail out The ones I call my Tank Dogs in the jail house Jets smoking in the club on tour (Fuck around and lay around) Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour I'm je m'appelle International Jones And Louis scarf down the west smoking one with the homies Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final Life of Richie Rich, first name not Lionel [Outro] International Jones Curren$y the Spitta Alchemist, my nigga Italian life, go figure (Fuck around and lay around)