Dem Jointz - Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane lyrics

[Part 1: Groovy Tony, Produced by Tae Beast] [Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Blank Face, tre eight, k** everybody, f** an AK Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off Punk-a** cops, them crackers want us with our black off Thug life, n***a since '96 I wanted to gang bang Few years later I'm really from it, we were still kids Crack off n***a, I'm squeezing empty 'til the shell break f** my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keeping two ways Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds with your pack then Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone Can't fold figures, I make deposits with the gold grin Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on All bad b**hes, they wanna f** me with the cap gone Real life n***a, I'm in the stu' 'til all the weed blown Wait long, long, I hid the dope behind the cellphone Y'all don't hear me, I want the money right, ugh Groovy Tony, no face k**er, I see the money right, ugh Blank Face, clear everything out the safe Crack the pig bank, robbin' your kids too My heart an igloo, the devil in all blue, huh Die now go to Heaven or bring 'em through Lot of brown 'round here, got that white girl for you And she swimming in fire water, could be double digits Pistol through your Civic Most die before they hear it, turn a n***a to a spirit Drive slow, oh, hey Hit the curb with shattered mirrors Look around now you're hell bound, boogie down Bullsh** I won't allow, slang a bird every hou' Smack a n***a with the heat Contradicting, now you peace Leave you triple six laying in defeat Can you dig it? Struck a match, they won't finish Drop a n***a off, get a n***a whipped Squeezing fingertips, aye [Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Blank Face, tre eight, k** everybody, f** an AK Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off Punk a** cops them crackers want us with our black off Thug life, n***a since '96 I want the gang bang Few years later I'm really from it, we were still kids Crack off n***a, I'm squeezing empty 'til the shell break f** my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Exactly what I'ma have when the cops come Body language's the same as when the shots rung Holding a thirty-eight and a shotgun Real n***a, we all know you are not one, nah Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave With the Lord and the devil Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank Face) Getting high watching NBA League Pa** (Who with?) With your family at the re-pa** (My condolences) My heart's getting colder When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder You notice I got the (Blank Face) I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin' F y'all for ever hating me As I sit there while they interrogate me I'm staring at 'em with the (Blank Face) [Part 2: Eddie Kane, Produced by Dem Jointz] [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Top rack n***a and the money came with it, huh New b**h with me, Hope the booty came with it Came with it, uh, yeah, rims flying down the road, huh Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door, huh Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gonna die I know, I know, big guns sell dope Eddie Kane's little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah [Bridge: Dem Jointz] Open Eddie Kane for hire Been tryna get rich for hours Nights like this I wish Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo... [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Yo, uh, yo, uh Need a car with no mileage Kristoff on my palate My cigar full of cabbage Came from the dirt to the carrots Getting dirty dollars f** different baby mommas Dope between the speakers So f** you mister teacher Cause the paper, I ace it Lead, they tried to erase it But I'm still standing They mad at everything Nothing given, I'ma take it first On the trees like a hammock Flip the work behind the campus Young Groovy turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...) Gang bang it, don't slang it GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up f** tryna sneak the K in On the road to riches Thank you Mister Reagan You helped them dollars rake in And to my uncle that f**ed up the family That sh** that you was smokin' I was pushin', residue lie on the cushion I'ma blame it on your a** cause I ain't gettin' whoopings And your proof is in the pudding I'm just grandma's baby, Eddie Kane (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane) [Bridge: Dem Jointz] Standing in the white light And we on And is there any other smokers in here? And we on And is there any other smokers in here? And we on Is there any other smokers in here? Keys open doors on the road to my heart Dreams on the floor, bet a n***a stay high And I know What makes the world go 'round? Go 'round? What makes the world go 'round? Go 'round? [Outro: Candice Pillay] Walk right into the light Getting a feeling in the night [?] spice You're my only Christ I have only eyes for you I have only eyes for you Your soul is mine Your soul is mine Mine, mine, mine, mine