Droop-E - Made It Out lyrics

[Verse 1] UH! She love me…she love me not She hug me…like I hug the block My Cutty…got hella knock My speakers…they finna pop Turf tight…I'm involved High-sidin', puffin' on a log Stunning, the opposite of ugly Run up in her bare like I don't care Without a helmet, rugby Everywhere like, yeah, you liable to see me in Santa Clara On the highway with my bros on my way to Santana Row In San Jose, they don't play like all the cities up in the Bay Up in the Valley, they'll melt you just like my folks from the Delta The Emerald Triangle, that's where the farmers be at Sippin' mangoscato from Napa, Earl Stevens sh** Brand new apparel, mayne, I stay sharp as an arrow I like to drink out the bottle, yesterday, today and tomorrow UH! [Chorus 2X: Young Chu & (E-40)] We started off in the projects (projects) Now we sittin' in the high-rise (high-rise) The real n***as all f** with me (f** with me) The hood love me ‘cause I made it out (made it out) [Verse 2] UH! I did…I did that In 1985 I pushed my first pack Admit it…admit that Quit the yola game and wrote some ridnaps Soil savage…born to ball Married to the streets by common-law Mackin', autographs on napkins My diamonds be out here spazzin' Showcasin', flamboastin', braggin' Gouda stackin' his pillar, about his paper More cars than the AutoTrader Done touched more dough than a baker One day might be in a hoodie, the next day I'm in a blazer Customized by my tailor, got some k**ers that owe me favors They're thicker the soil up in the heart of the trap Don't get mad and come back, get down or get mad at They'll put your brain in your lap for showing off in front of a batch Tryin' to impress a hoe, that's how you get a tag on your toe UH! [Chorus] [Bridge: Young Chu & (E-40)] I came up from nothin' (From the mud) I bend corners when I come through ‘Cause the real n***as, they love it (They love it, mayne) To see me living by my own rules And I think nothin' of it (Nothin' of it) From fishscales to a tycoon (A top hat, mayne) Yeah, I always get money (Self-made) Yeah, I always get money (I get money) [Verse 3] I got it…I got my money up I done touched more ice than a hockey puck You can try your luck, I keep my pistol tucked In case I gotta f** a f** n***a up Block monster…I'm a hog Hustlin' in the rain, sleet, snow or fog Bossy, ain't never been a sorry simple Simon s**a sap, I'm smoking on a baseball bat Gettin' Berkeleyed and tipsyed, I f** with hipsters and hippies Gangsters and fixtures and factors, might even know a few traffickers Dual exhausted Flowmasters, cool with the athletes and rappers Know hella A-listed actors, boosters, burglars, and purse-snatchers The Pacific Ocean is where the paper unravel Google, Pandora, and Twitter, Facebook and Apple A fixture, I built my own liquor straight from the gravel Subscribe to a bar of this game and come get a sample UH! [Chorus]