Curren$y - N.O. To The L.B.C. lyrics

Yup Uh Yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] I'm a mad a** lunatic n***a with a vicious spit Real live New Orleans n***a I be getting a grip On the grind all the time Ask my homies from the 504, you know Yeah, I keep it G Did a mixtape while in the LBC California weed had me rapping in my sleep Blowing dottie and pimp smacking the beat I'm laid bak like my airplane seat And while I count money, you count sheep I'm old school, I'm so cool You only pop big sh** on pro tools Don't speak to me when I roll through Cause I'll act like I don't know you Spitta keep it authentic every minute that a n***a living I gotta get more loot, yeah [Verse 2: (J-Deeds)] I'm an east side Long Beach (?) of the FS Jet set Bout to set off to the next check (?) blowing trees Ask the homies on the east (?) they know That a young n***a all about the pesos Big phantom and I whip it like yayo Like Snoop told you, n***as better lay low If not I'll turn your fitted hat to a halo They know if its not kush we don't blaze it up Its Rayo in this b**h, we never change it up f**ing with my n***a Spitta got it raining bucks And if your b**h got her wish she wish she came with us