Michael Knight (Remix)

[Intro: Curren$y]

Yeah, lames catch feelings, we catch flights

Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life

Race cars and weed jars

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face

Greaseball-ass nigga, Pontiac Judge, open and shut case

You know, I'm bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the '69

So quick off the line

Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up

We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us

We break it off, like an engagement gone bad

I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath, miss me?

No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, miss me

Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me

All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery

You only around because my spot is where you wish to be

Hope to catch me sleepin' by being freaky but baby girl

Let me be the first to say it's not that easy

I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening

Just had to get that out the way and make the playin' field even

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

And the view from the rockin' chair improves

But I've yet to see a team fuckin' with the crew

Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame

Everything with wings ain't a plane, man

Indo get rolled up like car windows

Avoiding the police man, thems Carl Winslows

The wind blow in change, and I am not mad

Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast

It's written all over niggas, like a Dapper Dan

Survive rough land, cactus plants growin' in desert sands

Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn't die

I got highed-up so I could autograph the sky, fool

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight

Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

Yeah, Shallah Louis Rich

Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it

Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet

Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib

Threw a bag in your lap and told you don't blow the kids

We milled up, actually my flowin' is real tough

Sport these Gazelles, faded leather on, real rough

Bank account, don't even question

Spent all my money last year buyin' sheer investments

Marvellous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me shank sumthin'

Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffin'

All my life, six black kids, stolen rifle

Kick dice, and strip you, and slice you

So listen young niggas, I'm a give you some jewels quick

Don't ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit

Lookin' like a crab-ass faggot

Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets