Messcalen - Here I lyrics

(feat. Selau)

[Chorus x2: Selau]

Fancy bet I'm from these streets

Come holla no metter what at you

So tell me what you gonna do-gonna do

When my nigga Mess come for you

[Talking over chorus:]

What you gon do nigga

Come on my nigga, what you gon do

Nigga shitter get off the shitter, mayne

KnowI'mTalkinBout, yeah

[MessCalen:]

When I go to the club, I don't need I.D.

Me and my niggaz walk straight to the V.I.P.

I need twelve bottles of that Grey Goose Vodka

I don't want you bitch, I wanna fuck ya potna

I'm a gangsta ass nigga, hoes call me a dog

I'm havin money motherfucker, I'ma floss and ball

The only nigga in the party with a Uzi baby

Pardon me miss, excuse me baby

But your boy smoke weed like Cypress Hill

I'm on dope nigga and about four of them good pills

With a few of my men, five hundred in the lot

Lil' niggaz on the turf, with Ben & Jerry's on the spot

Mess spend money like it's runnin out of style

Hit King Kays and drink all the Crystal

It's about thirty thousand in the club with me

I'm from the streets, these my niggaz, they dont fuck with me

for real

[Chorus x2: Selau]

[Verse 2:]

They see me when I pull and jump out the five

Like after all that shit, that lil' nigga still alive

Shit, I'm from the eighty's, I'm a dinosaur

And I'm into beef nigga, I'm a carnivore

I'm a made motherfucker, I don't tuck my ice

I flirt with death lil' nigga this my life

Preach told me never let the money make you nervous

If you scared motherfucker go to Sunday Service

I got rid of the Scraper and sold the Lex

Got like eleven mo' rifles and ten mo' tecs

Just opened the duffle that I staff from 9-8

Blue bottle blocka make sure mine's eight

I run a machine, y'all on that new shit

I'm with that Crip and that Blood and that red and that blue shit

Bout three in the mornin with no bodyguards with me

I'm from the streets, these my niggaz, they don't fuck with me

for real

[Chorus x2: Selau]

[Talking:]

Huh, huh, hahaha

I been sayin though man, you niggaz see me, man

Pullin up to the liquor store bouncin out somethin exotic

Man, real colorful, real colorful though around the neck

and around the wrist, uh-huh uh-huh

It's me red bone bitch in the passenger seat

I got that heat man, but these is my niggaz

Richmond, Vallejo, Sacramento, Oakland

San Jose, San Francisco, nigga I am the Bay, I am in

[Chorus x4: Selau]