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A Lynn - Grey Seas Lyrics

[Intro: Seafood Sam]
Norfside
To the East Side
Uh, you know how we ride
Yo, look

[Verse 1: Seafood Sam]
I'm too cool, never cared to be fooled by kittens (By kittens)
Big dawg, you can hear it in my engine (Hear it in my engine)
Bag back, baby, love me from a distance
I don't brag, it's just talking when you in it (Ha-ha)
Mind still in '05, rims still spinnin'
Gold in my mouth, smile always glisten
Lowkey, even the windshield tinted
Four deep, it's just me and three women
I don't gotta prove I'm the best
But look around, nigga, ask who next
Bench press your career without breakin' a sweat
Watch how dawg tuck his tail when he nеxt to a vet
I feel no pain
Even in a droptop, still feel no rain
Play against shot clocks and I be Damе
Got a bag of bullets, now I need names

[Interlude: "Mr. Alright" & Reaper Mook]
Yeah, East Studill
It's Mr. Alright aka [?] (Huh!)
You now tuned into (RM)
Getcho bitch before she get hit
Ooh, quick on the drawl
[Verse 2: Reaper Mook]
Reaper Mook, I make this big stick talk
Ain't match your feet, I make a nigga crip walk
He ran but I walked him down, his blue tips hawked him
Bitch, quit stalkin'
Blow a hole inside a pound, keep your lips off it
I can get it out of town, send me a deposit
Chops with 100 rounds, sitting in the closet
He ain't gon buss a grape when it come to it
Took 30 off him and I let my bitch thumb through it
Yeah, and when it come to the team, nigga I'm Zaheem
I delegate you niggas, now we live out the dream
I get money out these streets, give a fuck about a stream, nigga
On RM

[Verse 3: Seafood Sam]
Long Beach logo stay above the rim
Razor blade Pac, I stay Above the Rim
Ain't shit funny, face stay with a rin
It's love when it's real, so I hate to pretend
You too shallow, stay away from the fence
You not rich 'til you split it with your kin
Candy coat flow with the butter gold rims
Make it do what it do now
Breaking down a few pounds, find words known to move crowds
Still lowkey with the roof down
Then, blast quick, make a crew bow
Outta your mind, you need Jesus
Hide behind the point, you can't see your bleachers
.9 milli on the waist, netter beeper
Can run all you want but can't hide from the reapers
[Outro: "Mr. Alright" & Seafood Sam]
Yeah, it's the muthafuckin' RM [?]
(Can run all you want but can't hide from the reapers)
I got the muthafuckin' dice in my hand
You hear that... yeah, blow on them for me, baby
Yeah, you see that? That's your bitch, nigga! Ah!
7 and 11, nigga, that's all this muthafucka thing rollin' here
And I told you earlier, if you didn't get yo bitch, she was gonna be what?
Yeah, quick with the drawls!
[?]
Grab my coat and my jacket
[?]
We outta here!