Sly Barkley - M.I.A. Lyrics

75th and Figueroa, from that lil island on the corner
I'm that nigga the sinner that aint nobody thought of
Hardly winning but still in between somebody daughter
A mimosa when I woke up, cinnamon and toast crunch with some honeydew on the side
Talkin bout that long day that's ahead of
Told her keep her head up and think of what we doin tonite
Thats right
If you with me you know that we gettin litty
Poppin like a semi, jenny Hennessy and Remi
Turnin up like them white girls listenin to Demi
Told her i want the whole world and you can run it with me
I'm tryna paint a pic but I'm better at drawing
And sittin on the bench for me harder then ballin
The reason why Im standin up for love that we fall in
And Club Opera gon be the place that we crawl in

Nigga I'm gettin litty wit my gang gang gang
Too damn lit to worry bout a damn thang
Lightin up the medicine and sittin on change
While we headed to the club for that champagne pain
And I'ma forget it all
And get f*cked up
Make a toast to sht that we had enough of
And Kill the lights
Live Life
And we gon party in this bitch all night
Club Opera wassup

I aint gotta lie about my feelings something I aint tryna hide, I been thinkin bout you
Top is so appealin, livin tryna make a killin, feelin like there aint a thing I wont do
Swear I cry for this, take a life for this, baby I die for this sht, whoa whoa
Killin myself without killin myself
For me, you and this lifestyle

I been runnin from my deepest fear
I see the future I'm just hoping that I make it there
I love my city but its really hard to make it there
Land of opportunity but really they dont make it fair
Erbody tryna do the same thang
But I guarantee that they don't wanna share the same pain
Locked up stabbed up, shot up in my hood
Reason that I'm in and out of it is rarely something good
Nights like these I just wanna get away, can't afford a getaway and so your body's my escape
Bitches wanna roll but I gotta make'm skate, thin ice
All the drama what I shouldn't have to take
Niggas cant deal with the real lett'm hate
So I keep it chill wit the real every single day
Now I only deal with skilled and shawty make me feel like we poppin on a pill

Nigga I'm gettin litty wit my gang gang gang
Too damn lit to worry bout a damn thang
Lightin up the medicine and sittin on change
While we headed to the club for that champagne pain
And I'ma forget it all
And get f*cked up
Make a toast to sht that we had enough of
And Kill the lights
Live Life
And we gon party in this bitch all night
Club Opera wassup

I aint gotta lie about my feelings something I aint tryna hide, I been thinkin bout you
Top is so appealin, livin tryna make a killin, feelin like there aint a thing I wont do
Swear I cry for this, take a life for this, baby I die for this sht, whoa whoa
Killin myself without killin myself
For me, you and this lifestyle