La The Darkman

La The Darkman - Lucci lyrics

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 [intro: la the darkman]

Gun rule. we gon' make this spicy.

It's la trapacanty right here.

You know? and we gon' do it like this.

Yeah. darkman.



[la the darkman]

Yoyowatch the corleone give neck ties and puff bones

Stick arabs for the crystals like indiana jones

Witnesslahands of stoneon this action packed odessey

Majestylivin out the golden book prophecy

Unstoppableiron shiek of rap speaks

Blaze a tree in the streetblue and grey benz jeep

Tazmanianrebelnew wu tycoon

Two thousand-five lyricsyou'll catch on soon

New entrepreneurno match to go to war

On tourblowin smoke out the four by four

Enjoyin lifeI don't know a man who live twice

Cee-lokingrollin diceholdin glaciers of ice

Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of manhatten

While I get blitzed and richwatch him run short flicks

With a bad chickla been raw since eighty-six

On the blocknew kicks with chalk and skunk mitts

SonI'm fortunate to still be hereshells is close

City lightsla the darkstay conceilin the toast

Cuz thieves who decieve get loot the most

But thieves that see me are left holy as the ghost



[chorus x2: la the darkman]

For that lucciit's all about that lucci

For that lucciit's all about that

Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days

With venom written wisdomI have to say crime pays



[la the darkman]

I'd rather die if I'm not livin flynow y

Can't get a job with a corporatefuck itI'm gettin high

Suicide commited in cellsdwellers square as hell

Children can't have a chance with impairable bells

Sufferin in a jailI only recognize a soul

Reach one with a cold forcegon' be the one that have to be told

Behold the son of God with a scroll

Flame throwin lyricsniggaz better stopdrop and roll

Lyrics is golddarkman pushin up in the land

Hit a spot fot a rolex watchtwo thousand grams

Now dipcuz loose lip shorts ain't shit

But in this drug rapI bang like the bloods and the crips

Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate

Stayin close to a hornetdrinkinbustin that jake

Holdin my weightnow a purchase 'bout to case

When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal cali earthquakes

I escapebaggin worthpawn porcelain plates

Get ill like al capone after sniffin that ape

And my state from the halls of hell

Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring



[chorus]



[la the darkman]

Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers

Cake junkies on the jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers

In that acurasame soldiers attackin ya

Desert camellionno civilianbetter know as dracula

SevenI'm 'bout to see about a half a mil'

With twenty niggaz perfectin in kung fu skills

And fuck bitchesthey only want they name on my will

And all you half-ass rapperskidyou need to be killed

My shit is illthe eels gave birth to my friend

I represent on all tracks like the number four train

Maintainit's all about the cheese you gain

I get the studiesthen the money and the bitchesfuck the fame



[chorus]                      
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Language: English

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