Outside Songtext
von 38 Spesh

Brr, brr
Lord
Okay (La música de Harry Fraud)
Delgado

Hope your Nikes tied tight and your whites fry right
Before you came up out the crib, I was outside twice

Chingin′ like a register, slingin' all that heavy stuff
You sold, then my niggas gonna bring it if you set it up

Revvin′ like a Kawasaki with my bredrens by the lobby

Money neat, but police in these streets is kinda sloppy


Floatin' in that white thing, Rollie, not a Breitling
Nigga tried approachin', now he frozen like he ice cream
Cookies on that taste buds, lookin′ for that fake love
Caked up, but you can try to sneak me with that snake hug
Limoncello road, now my ghetto in the shows
Speak the truth in the booth, I′ma let the metal go
Fraud set the tempo, now the Lord flex his mental
This some shit I wrote, Lord, on the tour in the rental
Bass like the old kitchen, safe with them Os in 'em
Gold linen pics by the whip with like four women, Lord

Huh, ayo
A stash box in an old Lexus

Used to hold fifty bricks at a time, I never drove reckless
Sold drugs before we sold records
Before we put the drugs in y′all niggas' hands, we told lectures, huh
Them young boys ain′t have no records
They home wreckers, they unload weapons, shoot up the whole section

Stove methods helped me grow extras
So the bricks I put in the streets is not for the protesters
We was locked up rollin' tobacco, you know how that go
You could turn a jail cell to a castle
Huh, we was just wearin′ shackles
On the bus handcuffed, eatin' sandwiches and sharin' apples
Main reason I′m prepared for battle, they scared of shadows
Them boys go to jail, cry tears, and tattle
Don′t compare me to generic rap dudes
They talk about birds they never seen like they pterodactyls, trust