Curren$y & Ski Beatz – Big Game Fishing lyrics

Curren$y & Ski Beatz – Big Game Fishing lyrics

Curren$y

Curren$y – Big Game Fishing lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

We gon’ hit the ground runnin’

Uh

[?]

[Chorus]

Uh, on a mission and my fishin’ for my ni**a Ski Beatz

Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three

Love my whole city but I was born in the East

Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace

Got a lot of homeboys I won’t see free

[Verse 1]

True to the game, said free my ni**a [?], the homie B.G

Say welcome home to Mac and my homies from the beach

My ni**a G Style from 19th street

Jet Life ni**a, hella ice on me

All mine, nothing ’bout me phony

Might win a Tony Award for this play I play I pulled off on a ho who just chose me

New [?], baby girl so green

We gon’ make more dough than that wholе scene

John Coltrane and my [?]

[Chorus]

Uh, on a mission and my fishin’ for my ni**a Ski Bеatz

Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three

Love my whole city but I was born in the East

Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace

Got a lot of homeboys I won’t see free

Got a lot of homeboys still in the streets, scramblin’ for cheese

I just wanna see ’em all high and ballin’ like me

[Verse 2]

Twelve bottles to a box, that’s a case

We gon’ need a motherfu*kin’ crate

Everybody in attendance take a bible to the face

I’ma show you how to celebrate, Jet Life

Just when you ni**as thought it was safe

To play games on the runway

We come through, you get dunked on in the paint by the top rank

You cannot hang, fu*k what your homies think

They just gassing you so behind your back they can laugh at you

When you come at us just asking to get massacred

Thought I was too stoned to present that [?] sh*t

Now they tuning into my Pandora channels and

Scrambling to gather all of my classic sh*t

Realize that that boy [?] a bit

Even thought I don’t give a fu*k, and I’m always high on a b*tch

[Chorus]

Yeah, on a mission and my fishin’ for my ni**a Ski Beatz

Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three

Love my whole city but I was born in the East

Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace

Got a lot of homeboys I won’t see free

Got a lot of homeboys still in the streets, scramblin’ for cheese

I just wanna see ’em all high and ballin’ like me

[Outro]