[Intro]
Yeah
Spitta, uh
FS Jets
Fly Society, welcome to the winners circle, homie
Welcome to the winners circle
[Verse]
From New Orleans to Miami
And then from NYC to the ATL, I'm gon'—
Land airplanes on runways
Post up for a couple days, fuck all kinda hoes
The dynamite lid is about to blow
I'm tryna pick a whip, eeny-miny-moe
You suckers got the IQ of a squash
Your computers must be running MS DOS
Lockjaw kennel, gangasta-ass dogs in my backyard
Gotta build gates like Microsoft
I’m on now, you can't take me off
I wear the crown like a Undefeated fitted
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, I'm gettin' me
Real life, nigga, no greenscreen imagery
Hit the club, pull birches for the whole gang
Then I tell the valet to pull up my airplane
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
All my life I'm
I'm gonna be
Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes
Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
All my days I'm
I'm gonna be
Ridin' strapped, back and forth
East to West, watch your back
See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $40[verse 2]
I'm just out for my just due, if you
Don’t wanna see a nigga make it, mother-fuck you
You better close your eyes and look the other way
Cause over here it's just a bunch of nicks gettin' paid
'96 double-S Impala
Blowin' on some [?] we with Roddy, and linkin' [?]
Ridin' to the radio listening to wack niggas
They got the game on life support
With their low quality music, what are they doin'?
More foul lines than a fuckin' basketball court
[?] and painted callipers on the Porsche
Racetrack, I bet your year salary on the horse
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
All my life I'm
I'm gonna be
Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes
Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
All my days I'm
I'm gonna be
Ridin' strapped, back and forth
East to West, watch your back
[Outro: Curren$y]
Spitta, Fly nigga
Welcome to the Winners Circle, my nigga
My name is still in the streets
My name is still my name
Yeah