The Warehouse Ringtones

Bring some warmth to the music (La Música de Harry Fraud) Everybody wanna be fast, see the cash Fuck around with the stash, get a heat rash Everything in jet life, the way we smash Double paying class, call phone in the S-class Fundamental balling like a chess pass Lay a drill, I'm a player for real I'll display my skills and give your bitches the chills Button on the wheels, letters in the grill Let her see the letters, she's wondering how I feel Look at your ass in the seat, you're mashing with me Parked up, sparked up, where the niggas came to be There can never be access for the weak Gang sour, overpower if you sweet My team is in the finals and we going for the sweet Tape CDs, vinyls, MP-3s Loaded USBs, crack vials in the streets I don't know Whoever you are, we need you to gain access to the warehouse We gon' move these from there and put them over here We'll build a building and tie that over there Tellin' you too much anyway Broken glass everywhere If it ain't about no money, dawg, I just don't care Smokin' on the sticky in the Chevy Bel Air Wind blowin' and I'm just admiring her hair She's a cold one, but I'm not sure if she's real We'll know when she starts bringin' some money up in here Tear it in, the ice thin She expects a free ride 'cause her ass is fat And her waist slim, baby girl I know a whole bunch of them And if they weren't born with it, then the surgeon put it in Fuck it, though, my Cuban link, yellow gold Diamond flooded kilo They fucked up when they gave us enough time to reload Now it's a whole bunch of overturned vehicles Sirens whinin' like cranky 3-0s I'm laid up watchin' Dirty Dancin' in the winter home "I'm a drug addict"

Can't think, can't sleep, can't breathe Can't think, can't Everything gettin' harder to find Everybody jumpin' out of they mind Everybody goin' out of they skins See we get to the end but that's where we begin You feel it Mannequins say "we breakin' the mold" Breakin' out and we breakin' the codes Similar to the jacques cousteau To the depths and you're wet So your tank explodes, so get it out Send your body to flight Everybody got a target tonight Everybody come along for the ride All you studs and you duds and you ladies, let's fly Grip the moment like you grippin' the earth Feel the weight and you feelin' the girth Now you get it, now you feelin' your worth Feel the sound you used to make When everything thing used to hurt It goes Oh, no time to rest Just do your best Oh, what you hear is not a test We're only here to make you We're only here to make you We're only here to make you We're only here to make you go Gotta go, gotta make it in time Brightest star gonna be the guide Gotta get you to the other side To where the butterflies and where the peach reside The first five minutes for the fifteen of fame Five seconds 'fore you're saying my name I'm deadly sharpshooting the game Gonna hit you and this whole execution is aim Get together and we building a fire Clear smoke and it's taking us higher Hands up, everyone is one If you see yourself making it You're seeing the sun Metropolis on the edge of control They take our money, but they won't take our soul Forget, ain't gon' do it no mo' Won't do what we told and we ain't gonna fold We go Go, go, go Go, go, go Can't think, can't sleep, can't breathe Can't think, can't sleep, can't breathe Everybody jumpin' out of they mind Everybody goin' out of they skins Everybody jumpin' out of they mind Everybody goin' out of they skins