Dj Quik - Life Jacket lyrics

[Chorus: Keisha Smith] Woe is me... I can't get my bread up When it's so easy... I can't keep my head up For the stormy seas, all I need Someone to look out for me (Toss me, a life jacket) Toss meeee... (a life jacket) Toss me... (a life jacket) Toss meeeeeee... (a life jacket) [Suga Free] Feelin so sweet, how I emerge Makin richy, glitchy, bougie people come party with us, kick it and splurge So I'm {Suga Free} and keep me a life jacket on Take the bitter with the sweet and keep my hookers in the street and keep {Suga Free!}, oh yeah, I'm on my way up to glory with this one this time, dammit, because I heard it's more there! {Suga Free!!} This can only be done by us Now beg his pardon for his stomach, turn it up one good time and get the money {Suga FREE!!} Oh my God I'm Quik like, ("Ah-ha! You love California for the gold, right?") Naw, the BROADS~! {Suga FREE!!!} b**h, the sh** I told you not to do today applies for EVERYDAY, hoe! Get it STRAIGHT now!! {SUGA FREE!!!} Oh sh**, did you f** me? (WHAT?!) Uh, you mean, you stayin home, b**h, cause yo' dog have puppies? {SUGA FREE!!!!} After y'all get off, hoe Go check that Long Beach out near sunset, we come back home and get my neck wet [Chorus] [DJ Quik] I'm in a Chevy, with the top dropped I parked BOTH Benzes, but neither's in the shop I'm on my third Rolex, but show me what's next and I bet I'll get it Do it, done it, daggone it, I'm a mess And when I play this guitar, it's gon' make my dick hard Something like the Scarecrow Michael Jackson, fu*k +The Wiz-ard+ I shoulda gone to Gilli-ard, bipolar is Julliard Either extreme, I'll KILL you motherf**ers, on the schoolyard Checks off, in bound, watch the Quiksta get down I hate a hacker, hackey players need to go back, sit down Cause if you ain't with the now, that makes you way-back-when And you can keep ALL of that retro-dated action Now get up on my time zone, quit workin with limestones! Switch that sh** for marble and granite Produce Whitney and Janet - oh you can't Nobody else on this planet, it's just me I'm a plant, and I'm so dope, you can't handle it I rhyme and you ramblin... I rhyme and you ramblin [Chorus] [Dom Kennedy] Yeah, uh... tryna burn somethin Buy a lot of books these days, tryna learn somethin Cars that ain't got no miles, you know my style See me and be like wow, she's so aroused Had to let the windows down, you know the crown The all white and black White Sox hat, it's goin down Take a n***a shoppin or somethin, don't be frontin Told er'rybody we datin - no, we wasn't! We was just havin some fun, then you tripped Talkin that relationship sh**, then I dipped Went to the studio quick, got with Quik Told him let me get a sixteen, made a hit The O.P.M. money legit, I keep countin Last time I made ten records off three ounces I'ma need a house with a view and like three fountains Just a little something for my n***az to keep bouncin Uh, yeah... cause we don't dance much Yeah - I still sag and pull my pants up Aye - Y'all should start doin stand-up Uh - You sold records, pull them scans up Aye - Said my n***az pull them vans up Uh - Now you n***az understand duck Yeah - DJ Quik hooked the jam up Uh - Sound like he hooked the band up Uh - Suga Free I'm a fan bruh Aye - Damn, this finna f** the land up Uh... Cause it'll never stop Yo' style is like lemonade, it'll never pop Every time you on TV, I don't never watch I'm the one who created the game, I can never flop Rest in peace to Etta James, she in a better spot This summer I'm makin fur and wearin leather hot, ha! Yeah... Uh-uh-uh, hahaha! DJ Quik, you the greatest