Curren$y & Ski Beatz Ft. Jay Electronica – AD6 lyrics

Curren$y & Ski Beatz Ft. Jay Electronica – AD6 lyrics 

[Intro: Curren$y]

Servin', servin'

Servin', servin', swervin', yeah

Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (Just like that time)

Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes

Damn, yeah

Skrrt, skrrt, ugh, swerve to the sides

We got the whole world high, yeah, damn

Got 'em sleepin' outside (Jet Life, Jet Life)

Standing on line

Ugh

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Andretti back over the stove (Stove)

Cookin' utensils is all solid gold

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrapе the sides (Scrape thе sides)

I'ma get the whole world high (Get the world high)

Bangin' that Drop Top Wop in my ride

Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (Collectin' my tithes)

For the fly (For the fly), them other niggas livin', they ain't really live

They jams is jive

Tappin' raps in they iPhone, data storage full of lie

While I glide, glaciers of ice

Shootin' craps with diamond dice

Nigga, we playin' for your life

Shrimps want beef so we lay it over rice (So we lay it over rice)

It's worth twelve percent of my adjusted gross

But it help me sleep at night (It help me sleep at night)

Keep them cameras off, build them motherfuckin' fences high

My hippie girl seen 'em comin' with her third eye (Comin' with her third eye)

All of your dope slangin', them whole pies

Watchin' them birds hit the sky

Cameras flash, you gon' know when we arrive

We really them guys, all of us is high (Yeah)

Read all our names in the headlines, damn

[Break: Curren$y]

Smoking weed in it

Duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum

Uh-huh

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]

Jay Elec back over the stove

I left home on Greyhound and came back with Hov

Project niggas, we worldwide now, like Mr. Marcelo

New Orleans, where we still makin' Heaven out of the ghetto

It's been a long time since we seen you under the bridge, Jay

Well, is the model still, "You get it how you live," yeah?

Say less, I used to wear Buster Browns out of Payless

Then graduate to 8-Ball jackets, comin' out D-To

I spit it for Mookie, Juv, world, Earl, and Cito

The law we lay in the street, Sleepy Joe couldn'tveto

No harm, no technical foul, no unheavenly free throw

From Tchoupitoulas to Napoleon, and a desire [?]

Me and Spitta spit a flame of magic that's uncontested

Jet Life, five nations, we can see the planes, it's so majestic

What's poppin' NOLA like Britney

I be at Poor Boys on St. Bernard

You got a bone to pick with me? Come and get me

But in the meantime, pop that pussy for a real nigga

I used to rock the Popeye ashtray and the mouth with the Hilfiger

I'm out that wild Magnolia where niggas'll deal with ya

[Outro: Curren$y]

Keep [?], yeah

Keep [?], yeah

Smokin' weed with 'em, [?]