Happy Days

[Chorus: Ryu] I got my smoke I got my drink Took 'em to the face now I'm feeling no pain A lot of long nights and some happy days A lot of long nights and some happy days I got some girls I got my gang [Verse 1: Ryu] Uh, yeah Rappers stepping to me The question is "How come?" I control the party like I'm Mao Zedong I crush opposition Beat 'em to submission Repeatedly pistol whip 'em Treat 'em like bitches pimping You know the outcome Stop that I'm as fly as a fox bat in a top hat, pussy You playing with bobcats you rookies I'm a veteran of combat, Apocalypse Now We pop bottles like somebody's shooting choppers in the crowd Ain't need to panic We ain't causing no damage "Hey, yo I'm getting hungry" Go eat a penis sandwich They call me Tiger Chan, Le Tigre Hundred degree fever These hoes chasing me like I'm running from La Migra The don, the Fonz, Mike, Kobe and Lebron I'm the best to ever do it Word is bond, yeah C'mon Yo where Jams at? [Verse 2: Jams] Come out, come out, wherever you are If I turn on the darkness so you can see the stars And I ain't even ever think that we could be this large But vis-a-vis the bars, yeah, we could be the guys that Crazy how these women wanna touch me man Or maybe they done heard about the bucks we made Yeah them fussy dames, yeah them buxom babes All fucks with James, cos the bucks is suede And the tux ain't rented and the [?] entered And the back seat's smelling like luxury And they let they guard down And they play me real close It's so hard to find people you can trust these days Then I creep up behind with that husky blade Damn, coming out my pocket like [?] I pull off laughing in my black Dodge Ram They like "who the fuck robbed us?" - Jams [Chorus: Ryu] I got my smoke I got my drink Took 'em to the face now I'm feeling no pain A lot of long nights and some happy days A lot of long nights and some happy days I got some girls I got my gang Watch 'em all dance while I'm spraying champagne A lot of long nights and some happy days A lot of long nights and some happy days [Verse 3] Hey yo, I'm living like the planet ain't gonna end in a flame A fireball, live war, chickenhawk in the game I'm Deadshot Luna, mack is real not a tumour When you hear the nine click it's the truth, not the rumour [Ryu] Why you lying? No I'm not [Ryu] Yeah you is No way I'm a nigga for life but my name ain't O'Shea Jackson, I get busy when it's time for some action From [?] but speak with an L.A. accent Never lose traction, wheels killing the asphalt Jams, Tiger Chan, Bishop, Gravity, bandsaw Macking all hoes, yo my pimping is grizzly I'm the blood like a motherfucker, push it intensely A lot of long nights but my focus is safe Stick to only marijuana, never fuck with the K Going against the grain like, oh dog call it menace We in the ear from the Valley to Venice [Verse 4] I was up at Record One the other day with Dr Dre In the studio Had his back turned Making beats that thump hard Thought to myself Then I stole that nigga's black card Got a lotta liquor from Bevmo JD, Henny, Stoli, Hendricks, Wild Turkey, 151 be burning up my tonsils Drinking straight round and round And that's how my head go When the party thinking thoughts about these thoughts and how they head go Anikka Albrite, Alexis Rodriguez, Chanell Heart Please can we meet and do some freak shit? Lustful, untouchable, the flow quite combustible [?] big word, I Googled it, can't spell it though Drugs, alcohol and sex that's what I'm after Sensual consensual, never disaster Never fuck an unconscious girl going "Shh ssh, it's Casper" Surpass ya, lyrically and physically smash ya So cease, capisce? [Chorus: Ryu] I got my smoke I got my drink Took 'em to the face now I'm feeling no pain A lot of long nights and some happy days A lot of long nights and some happy days I got some girls I got my gang Watch 'em all dance while I'm spraying champagne A lot of long nights and some happy days A lot of long nights and some happy days