Elujay – Situations Lyrics (feat. Trapo)

[Hook]
Said you riding with me
Is you rolling with you
I just do what it do, baby

[Verse 1: Elujay]
I don’t feel my body, limping off the liquor and shit
I passed out, and, shorty got a picture of it
She try to suck me now, started from the tip of my dick
You need some medicine, you sick, cause you ugly as shit
If I paid attention more in class I could have got a 4.0
Flipping O’s of the trees, not the coco
Everything working full circle like a roto
I could see myself poppin’ tags out in SOHO
It went down, shorty bad and her friend
She think I’m so smooth, with the D and the pen
For the cream of the crop, I be chasing these M’s
Breaking shorty down, break it down for the yams
I need some henny by the pen I ain’t polishing
Closed in, it was looking like a fish-eye
We out the country, I took a red-eye
I took an A&R down with a semi

[Hook]
Situations, situations, round the town
Situations, situations
Said you riding with me
Is you rolling with you
I just do what it do

[Verse 2: Trapo]
Situations, overthinking
Just have fun, the moment’s leaving, girl I’m tweaking
Parties usually ain’t my thing
But for some reason I commit and started tweaking
Some get violent, she get easy
Nah, I’m so Rocket, I’m so Stevie
Nah, boy this water, this so Fiji
Nah, we don’t puzzle, keep the pieces
Skip my turn, cause maybe I’m tweaking
But I feel like she’s watching me
Don’t say you’re not, I know you are
Skip my turn, cause maybe I’m tweaking
But I feel like she’s watching me
Don’t say you’re not, I know you are
Woah, shorty you tweaking again
Your daddy gon trip if you put a dent in his Benz
Let’s go out for a trip
I never been in a Benz
Yeah I got money to spend, but you got money to live, woah
I’m from the block too, but you live in the hills
Your light so fast and I’m not there so tell me how it feels
See my mouth like you flex your chain that gun go bang and then you just got killed
I know the feeling when you lose somebody real

[Outro]
So much gas in my car, so much gas in my car, situations

The Diplomats – Once Upon A Time

[Intro: Jim Jones]
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
Crack music
Dipset
It’s more than just music
You know the rest
Jones, nigga

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Try to blackball me, so I ask ’em where the hoop at (ballin’)
Then in SOHO in LA, askin’ the valet where the coupe at
(what up with that?)
80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts)
The Ace of Spade they put up on my tab, a extra two stacks
Signing my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil’ (for what?)
I ask them why would I do that when I already signed for a mil (you hear me?)
I’m a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!)
Put you on the boom list, the homies’ll line you for real (FACTS!)
But I’m tryna just chill, ’cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
Don’t provoke ’em too much, ’cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr)
I’m a fuckin’ bandit, you under-fuckin’-stand it? (you hear me)
I run with G’s nigga, fuck who the fuck you ran with (Fuck ’em)
New York City, home of the pretty women (Harlem what’s up?)
Where you gotta get the dough before you get the women (get your money up)
Middle of the winter, I’m buyin’ shit to swim in (facts nigga)
Nigga, you just buyin’ them cars that my niggas been in

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
And I only had five on it, somethin’ like the Luniz
Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies
But I got my own clothes, 3 million I made in Zumiez, baby!
Legend, I maneuver cars
Who want smoke? I have it lookin’ like a hookah bar
Superstar, car ceilin’ lookin’ like Mars, Venus, Jupiter
Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers
I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her
No disrespectin’ the ladies, word from my team (why)
That’s the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
On the set of Paid In Full, y’all gave him hell about it
Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell ’em about it

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)