Lala

The killer, silver-back gorilla Chinchilla, I flee though Giuseppe or the Gucci with the deep soul On the yacht, or a gun at your peep hole Crack vials and hard shells Gym bars, pull up bars, bar bells Shit, where you from, man? Welcome you to our hell We get melted, ice cream, no carvel Out of hunger baby, you can hear my heart yell Went to Mexico, got with a cartel Back in at it, four four and mac again Trafficking, mom said you itching the scratch again Streets did me dirty, the label talking bout dropping me Went to mid-west and Ohio, niggas stopping me Shit, and you know you till my niggas John nasty P, I know you feel us Lala, we be smoking Lala, smoking all night Lala, we be smoking Lala, smoking all night Yo, we on bite alright, you all bark Have you surrounded in all white, that's all chalk Talk about cocaine, you ain't in the ballpark Tell the white boy sniff it up like an aardvark Car park, right in front of school of the hard knocks Into Mr. Hustlers, killers and car sharks Ball players, all day is, hoops players bird play I ain't think I make it to my sixteenth birthday This ain't about word play, word life This about how I got the shit every Tuesday and Thursday Whoever would have thought though when I first served yey That I'd have my own call, something like ursay Lala, we be smoking Lala, smoking all night Lala, we be smoking Lala, smoking all night --- Lala - Cam'ron