Lyrics Blow That S#%t (feat. Dave East) - AZ , Dave East

Hehe, get money (Get money)
Everybody get money, right?
Well, ain′t they?

One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, nigga, pop somethin'

Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin′ about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow it, nigga)
Blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin′ about, bring ′em out
It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, nigga

Secret agendas, I sit amongst my members involved
And like gods, we dialogue over dinnеrs incog′
Close curtains, expose no pеrson
Privacy's a part of the weave, globally mergin′
Conversin', speakin′ on physics through analytics
Stand frigid, double my digits, and I ran with it
Out of the skillet to a fly high rise, exquisite
Luxury views, Central Park exhibit
Fuck a critic, switchin' lanes is my claim to fame
So my mishaps with the raps? Y'all can blame the game
Still, it′s the slang mixed with rhythms and mysticism
Bein′ the reasons the women dig him and killas big
Him, I'm spillin′ wisdom
Right wrongs, I enlight and reform
Scribe a scripture like a picture, send a kite through the storm
Let's get it on for what I′m reppin', no
Misconceptions, I′m imperfection
From Brooklyn Bridge, got a sign from BIG, he sent
His blessings (Uhh...)

One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, nigga, pop somethin'

Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring ′em out
It′s hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow it, nigga)
Blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring ′em out
It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, nigga

You dealin′ with kings, emerald stones just chill in
My ring (Emeralds)
He did his time, got his respect just 'cause the nigga
Ain′t sing (Silence)
Sometimes they turn into the choir, interrogation
Room feelin' like fire (Fire)
No Cuban links now, we got on the wire
Learned my wisdom from the wise, I paid homage (I did)
Respect to those before me, to be honest, this era been kinda boring
Wanted a yacht since the Naughty shorts, bucket
Matchin', smokin′ Backwoods
Run up in the precinct screamin′, "Fuck the Captain!" (Fuck you)
Adolescent years, I Metro Bus Manhattan
Luck was backwards, anything I touched was tragic
Barely graduated, just did enough to pass it
From a far, I saw a Rollie, now it's Audemars
Know when it′s really smoke, it's hard to call it off
Fragrance of cigars straight from Havana
Condo in Atlanta, smokin′, watchin' reruns of Fred
Sanford
Smell the candles, my man showed me how to scam
I told my man, "That′s very clever"
He copped a Benz from next year, that shit had Cranberry leather
If we never spoke again, we sold grams to live better
Bad transmission in that Jetta, our plug was from Venezuela
Raised by felons that wanted you dead if you thought 'bout tellin'
Morally it′s incorrect, mental twisted, that′s why we sellin' (Word)

One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, nigga, pop somethin′

Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring ′em out
It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow it, nigga)
Blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin′ about, bring 'em out
It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, nigga