[Intro: Curren$y]
(Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Yeh, huh
[Out of it Verse 1: Curren$y]
Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin’, I don’t play ‘bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can’t stay out it
If I ain’t got one, my brother got three
I slumped in the Cullinan, and I’m watching TV
She said the floor mats feel like a mink
Stars in the ceiling, water in my cuban link
How to make a million dollars off of what you think
Spitta made a million dollars off paper and ink
Scribble-scratch written stacks, rich off rap
Keep it clear, jealous niggas, you’ll get killed like that
Bought a couple houses, big as fuck, we not crowded
Rollin’ up lolly, keep in nice and cloudy
Inquiring minds wanna know where we stashed the bodies
When we kill ‘em beats, masks on, creepin silently
[Out of it Chorus: Curren$y]
Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin’, I don’t play ‘bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can’t stay out it
Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin’, I don’t play ‘bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can’t stay out it
[Out of it Verse 2: T.F]
Candles burnin’, the bitch yawnin’
Ain’t no half stepping’, nigga ain’t no tip-toeing
And my hand soaked, Baccarat 540
Jackpot, double-up, power-ballin’
Squeeze lemon on the calamari
Choppin’ up game like a samurai (Like a samurai)
Eye for an eye, throw my shades on (Throw my shades on)
Leave bullet holes the size of paint balls (The size of paint balls)
Tell the peoples at the top, make some space for me
I tried to keep it in the gutter, but they was hating on me
It’s still love, I’m proud up, but a nigga been plugged
I’m still on bullshit, thought I woulda been done
But I can’t stay out it, bending corners all through the city
Running up mileage, running through dollars
Parking on the sidewalks, turtle wax tyres
Bending corners through the city streets, I can’t stay out ‘em
[Out of it Chorus: Curren$y]
Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin’, I don’t play ‘bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can’t stay out it
Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin’, I don’t play ‘bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can’t stay out it
[Interlude: DJ Fresh, Curren$y, and live audience]
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
Aye, aye, aye, aye, so that concludes tonight’s Tonite Show, featuring Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Come on, y’all, ya gotta give it up, ya gotta give up
We about to head over to the Jet Life headquarters, we got an encore coming up, y’all don’t wanna miss it
So stay involved, stay in tuned, we headed over to the Jet Life headquarters
Fuck wit’ ya peoples. Jet Life, Fresh in the flesh, the Tonite Show, y’all know what it is
Andretti, Andretti ready
Y’all don’t wanna do that, man, y’all don’t want do nothin’, dawg
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
[Lost and Turned Out sample: The Whispers]
…clothing came, blew her mind and changed her ways
And now she’s turned out
Lost and turned out
[Never Get her Back Chorus: Curren$y]
You’ll never ever get yo’ bitch back, haha, sucka
You’ll never ever get that bitch back, ahah
You’ll never ever get yo’ bitch back, ahah, you ain’t gon’ never get her
You’ll never ever get that bitch back, ahah
[Never Get Her Back Verse: Curren$y]
Looking like it, smelling like it
Every time it’s so exciting, when we sliding, Driving and patting my pockets
Girl, where my lighter? Oh she got it
Oh she fire, oh she like it
How I’m fly without trying, that’s autopilot
No auto-tune, I don’t do those moves, ain’t got no rap voice
I just slide in the booth, and I’m just talking to you
Awfully smooth, lost in the groove, she had to choose
Had to elude, her other dude, nigga, that’s you
You acting like you wouldn’t trip, your heart skipped
Last time you seen her, she was leaving in my ‘96
And if you see her again, she’ll be cut up and remixed
Flipped, like a rag-‘56, nigga (Huh)
[Never Get her Back Chorus: Curren$y]
You’ll never ever get yo’ bitch back
Ahah, ain’t gon’ ever get her (Huh)
You’ll never ever get that bitch back
Haha
You’ll never ever get that bitch back
Ahah, you ain’t gon’ never get her (Huh)
You’ll never ever get yo’ bitch back
Ahah, you ain’t gon’ never get her (Huh)
[The Vapors Intro]
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
This is the season for catching the vapors
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da (Can ya feel it?)
Can ya feel it, catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches, smoking weed in it (Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
[The Vapors Verse: Curren$y]
Can you feel it? Nothin’ can save ya
Cause this is the season of catching the vapors
Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons
Stacking ya paper, catching them laters
Z28-ers, Delta ‘88-ers
Lowrider scrapers, sharper than razors
Firing lasers, them niggas lazy
Them bitches crazy, we getting paid
We balling out major, I still got a pager
Bitch, I’m from the 80’s, the Eastside made me
The whole world paid me, no girl gon’ play me
A woman might take me, out on a vacation
[The Vapors Chorus: Curren$y]
Can ya—
Nothin’ can save ya
This is the season of catching the vapors
Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons
Stacking ya paper, catching them later, can ya—
[The Vapors Chorus: Curren$y]
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
(Can ya feel it?)
Can ya feel it, catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
[The Vapors Refrain: Curren$y]
Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches
Smoking weed it in, don’t post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
Rule number one, don’t talk about me round your, huh
That shit there’ll have him suspicious
We be hitting switches, down Chef Highway dipping
Loose lips sink ships, and my ship ain’t, huh
[The Vapors Reprise: Curren$y]
La-da-da, da-da, uh, can ya feel it?
Nothin’ can save ya
Cause this is the season of catching the vapors
Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons
Stacking ya paper, catching them laters
Z28-ers, Delta ‘88-ers
Lowrider scrapers, sharper than razors
Firing lasers, them niggas lazy
Them bitches crazy, we getting paid
We balling out major, I still got a pager
[Top of the Morning Intro: Curren$y]
Uh - DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
Say that shit three times like Beetlejuice, like Candyman nigga
(Uh)
[Top of the Morning Chorus: Curren$y]
Top of the morning to ya
Hot Spitta, bitch, I'm like a sauna to ya
Recognize you talking to a don, bitch, look here
[Top of the Morning Verse 1: Curren$y]
The game change fast, you getting dressed too slow wit yo lame ass
Drivers in the other lane done blown past
Ain't no second or third place, there's only dead last
The dress was see through, on that lady like a champagne glass
Though she was shaped like a coke bottle bro, you know the motto tho
If she grin, she in, I'm Comedy Central in this vintage Benz
Its 'round 3am, we letting them Screw Tapes spin
Plotting a money run again (Plotting a money run again)
Finna bring more duckets in (Finna bring more duckets in)
Hold on
(Yeah)
[Top of the Morning Chorus: Curren$y]
Top of the morning to ya
Hot Spitta bitch, I'm like a sauna to ya
Recognize you talking to a don bitch, look here
(Hold on)
[Top of the Morning Verse 2: Curren$y]
Asking me if I'm coming back
Tryna put a ETA on that, baby girl that's hella wack
Deal breaker, in living color, watch that situation fade to black
Tried to suffocate, I must escape from that
Thought I stopped with the Cullinan and the Wraith
There's a Spectre and a Phantom on the way
Is they on yo’ team, or is they in yo’ way?
Please differentiate
(You gotta differentiate)
[Top of the Morning Chorus: Curren$y]
Top of the morning to ya
Hot Spitta, bitch, I'm like a sauna to ya
(Yeah)
Recognize you talking to a don bitch, look here
[Top of the Morning Outro: Curren$y]
Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches
Smoking weed in it, girl don't post me in yo’ pictures
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round yo nigga
That shit there'll have him suspicious
We be hitting switches, down Chef Highway dippin'
Loose lips—you know
Aight
