Yeah Eastside all mine Just like every time (La Musica de Harry Fraud) Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop Soundtrack to the movie that I'm living thru In my lines you might find something pivotal A couple of hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too Police told us to keep our hands visible Then they ask for ID now what should we do Knowing you could get shot for making sudden moves But don't comply and you die is the golden rule In the backyard smoking large sitting by the pool Thinkin' bout my son man I love that little dude I want to see him more but there's a civil war And it's risky to travel now too much back and forth Make them land this motherfucker if somebody else cough In the first class cabin let us the fuck off Now I'm back at the lab-a Bape tagged up In the plastic since 2004 I had it Niggas blow up in the game off styles that I crafted But never would admit it if somebody was to ask em From the rhyme patterns to the fashion Sacrificial Lamb em in the Lamborghini mashin' Paper taggin' Rode the fattest wave bigger than the last one Face em never pass em Critics said that I wouldn't make it then I made an ass of them For the crew I alley-oop and toss it off the glass for them Set it up easy dawg get your Shaq on then Chorus 1 (Curren$y) Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop Soundtrack to the movie that I'm living thru In my lines you might find something pivotal A couple of hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop That's my dawg Harry fraud always bring me the truth Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop Eastside You know how we doing this Yo Curren$y I got my race cars too You heard I'm just getting them done up real quick so that when we race we gon' race for some real paper nigga I ride around in my Benz while that beat repeat I done lost a couple of friends trying to beat these streets I told Harry cook a plate so I could eat these beats Shit you know we never lack that's why we keep these heats He almost lost his mind trying to keep that freak He Fuck around and got married till his knees got weak Now 7 days without prayer that's a weak ass week Shit he swore he had that coke untill he got beat He came back the same day and tried to heat that streak He be much tougher trying to keep black peace Shit I almost drowned with so much water on my jewels Man my clothes is all drippin' like I recorded in a pool You know I keep the hammer use the.40 as a tool Me and Zeke was gettin' drunk right before we went to school We popped up at the Grammys We was buying army suits in the Bronx we went to Sammys Nowadays when you talking about bars they want the xannies We was silly We was baggin' up coke right at my grannies Man these streets is like Vegas trying to beat the odds And all the homies that we lost I hope they meet our God We never get a second chance like E da bar That's why we keep a fancy lawyer that will beat the charge Look into my eyes and you can see the scars Let's not talk about no rhymes I gotta free the cause Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop Soundtrack to the movie that I'm living thru In my lines you might find something pivotal A couple of hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop That's my dawg Harry fraud always bring me the truth Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop