Blues in My Blood
Lucky Peterson
Album:
The Son Of A Bluesman
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Lyrics:
[Ese Daz] Yeah C-Arson Harbor Area Ha ha S'up It's Ese Daz, the Foolish Loco Youngsta With my homies from San Pedro Mexiclan And my boy Lucky Luciano Chorus: [Leon] Sippin' and puffin' all day [MCOS] Blowing smoke through my city while we tryin' to get paid [Leon] Dippin' and fucking all day [MCOS] My dough she flow, when she really tryin' to get laid [Leon] Ride with me [MCOS] Where must we rhyme, when we rollin' through the backstreets [Leon] Ride with me [MCOS] Makin' a mess, when we roll it in the backseat [Verse 1: MCOS] M-E-X is what it is, just handle it, high heels Gettin' very close to handin' Any emcee reaching for my pimpin' And yes, I'm loving this game And ain't nothing gone change Gettin' more pushy, when it comes to fuckin' 'em dames I'm crushing ya frames (Yeah) Loving the pain Lust for the fame Thinking like they know I'm a name Yes (???) I'm feeling feverish I'm rhyming over the hottest beats, can't get their knees off this Hook: MCOS I gets hip hop head You can catch me in the back seat, making a mess I gets hip hop head Yeah, shorty really want me, wanna take me bed Repeat Hook Repeat Chorus [Lucky Luciano] I'm on vacation, call me Luck W. Bush, baby And not only am I the hot butter with the toast But I'm also a pace po' person for Steak-N-Shrimp Records Ya feel me? 713 (Verse 2) I been sippin' and puffin', gone, end of discussion Playa Made Mexican in the door, gettin' his money Lucky Luciano 'bout to open a school I'm out the H-Town, baby, yeah, the home of the Screw Slowed down, chopped up, wet paint, dripped out Codeine and Xanax, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Handle bar-popper Lorenzos with choppers If your money right, you can borrow my boppers Gotta hit a lick Mix up the sip Better swish it up, the fire and sticks, I'm a dip Tip down slow in a farm machine Wood wheel underneath the bagets on my ring Red Ben, on a black Glock, right there on the stash spot Run up my damn drop, you gone get your ass shot Million dollar Mexican ain't having it, G I done wrecked the microphone, so go on and pass me the weed Repeat Chorus [Ese Daz] Check it out, you know what I hate the most? When them bitches be lyin' Bitch stop lyin'! (You need to be real) Ha ha ha Pre-Verse: Ese Daz I love sex in the morning, sex in the evening I'm a freak everyday of the week I love sex in the morning, sex in the evening I'm a alcoholic, sex freak-aholic (Verse 3) Ever since my birth, I was born to fuck Arellano my last name, with the lust in my blood I'm overdosing like I'm on drugs Sex with no love Got good hands, man, they call me The Glove I love touching women from the beginning with foreplay Like Frank Sinatra, I do it My Way On the highway, gettin' some brains Doin' 40 on the freeway, man, I'm swervin' them lanes Everyday, holmes, we grind Gotta make the feria, man From nickles, quarters and dimes Gotta hustle, get it, man I'm on a Mexiclan plan, tryin' to get rich Being a player money maker It's just my human nature Repeat Chorus