Spaceships On Bankhead
Playboy, I got you, nigga
It's Gangsta Grillz (remix)
I see you, Chico (let's go) (Gangsta Grillz)
Westside, what it do, nigga?
Eastside, huh, Slick Pulla, what's happenin'?
You already know folk, boy, let's get it, nigga
Keep us on the love, nigga, I don't need nothing, nigga
Westside (Gangsta Grillz)
I said I'm higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'll shoot a nigga dead in his shit right now
He thought I'm at a loss, but I don't see how
Pull up in my car, and them bitches like "Wow"
It was me and Fa-Beezy, he on three pills (yeah)
Renegotiation, need another three mill
Bitch, you better chill (chill)
Can't you see I'm froze? (Froze)
Federales on me, so I ball for the pose
All these feds keep lookin' at me (yeah)
Slowin' down the trap, make it hard for a G
Got a bitch on Bankhead, nothin' but a dank head
Slide through on the late night, she give good head
It was me and Slick P, you know we ran a train on her
IOU, you know we ran the game on her
MAC 11 clocked and the AR steady (steady)
Run up on me, motherfucker, I'm ready (stop hatin')
I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
I'm geeked up, geeked up (this the Thanksgiving)
Geeked up, geeked up (IMG)
Star Trek, Star Trek
Scotty don't wanna give a star back
I'm in the zone, and I bought me a star gak
And I'm really geeked up, that's a star fact
I'm startin' to see spaceships on Bankhead
I roll with gangstas, pill poppers, and dank heads
I got partners like Worm, Lil' Boom, Buddy, and Famous
I got sisters like Yasmine, Chocolate, Portia, they dangerous
I fly like blaze, when I'm burnin' purp'
Real powder heads, the burning hurt
Geek music, I'm earning turf
Why you football-soft like Nerf?
I'm in the zone (I gotta see my doctor)
Scotty's calling me (Scotty, beam me up)
I'm in the zone (I wanna fly, morning, noon, and night)
Scotty's calling me
I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
I'm geeked up, I can't make it on my own
I'm geeked up, I wish these haters leave me alone
Help me, help me, help me, help me (I just wanna be free)
Help me, help me, help me, help me (yeah)
It's Gangsta Grillz (remix)
I see you, Chico (let's go) (Gangsta Grillz)
Westside, what it do, nigga?
Eastside, huh, Slick Pulla, what's happenin'?
You already know folk, boy, let's get it, nigga
Keep us on the love, nigga, I don't need nothing, nigga
Westside (Gangsta Grillz)
I said I'm higher than a motherfucker, right now
I'll shoot a nigga dead in his shit right now
He thought I'm at a loss, but I don't see how
Pull up in my car, and them bitches like "Wow"
It was me and Fa-Beezy, he on three pills (yeah)
Renegotiation, need another three mill
Bitch, you better chill (chill)
Can't you see I'm froze? (Froze)
Federales on me, so I ball for the pose
All these feds keep lookin' at me (yeah)
Slowin' down the trap, make it hard for a G
Got a bitch on Bankhead, nothin' but a dank head
Slide through on the late night, she give good head
It was me and Slick P, you know we ran a train on her
IOU, you know we ran the game on her
MAC 11 clocked and the AR steady (steady)
Run up on me, motherfucker, I'm ready (stop hatin')
I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
I'm geeked up, geeked up (this the Thanksgiving)
Geeked up, geeked up (IMG)
Star Trek, Star Trek
Scotty don't wanna give a star back
I'm in the zone, and I bought me a star gak
And I'm really geeked up, that's a star fact
I'm startin' to see spaceships on Bankhead
I roll with gangstas, pill poppers, and dank heads
I got partners like Worm, Lil' Boom, Buddy, and Famous
I got sisters like Yasmine, Chocolate, Portia, they dangerous
I fly like blaze, when I'm burnin' purp'
Real powder heads, the burning hurt
Geek music, I'm earning turf
Why you football-soft like Nerf?
I'm in the zone (I gotta see my doctor)
Scotty's calling me (Scotty, beam me up)
I'm in the zone (I wanna fly, morning, noon, and night)
Scotty's calling me
I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
I'm geeked up, I can't make it on my own
I'm geeked up, I wish these haters leave me alone
Help me, help me, help me, help me (I just wanna be free)
Help me, help me, help me, help me (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Wayne Jenkins
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