Lyrics Roberto Clemente - Dot Demo

All I know is get it, got it, swerve
Date wit fate
I made some reservations
All I got is huevos an my word
Never break ′em
Daily demonstrations
Oh my God, them niggas got some nerve
Serve that bass
Roberto Clemente (hey)
All I made was just enough to splurge
See that paper
Get that nigga urge

My wrist rotation so amazing
I'm always outta dope
Fresh out the basement, black to basics
A little propane out the stove
I keep these eyes wide 365
Can′t trust not a soul
I'm out my mind, round the globe
We stick around, we stay poor
I'm for that dough like

Sun dance with the moon
Learn that from the stars
Get down with the groove like
Barely know who we are
No kings in the tomb
Just a gateway to God like
Crack-house full of fumes
Table full of raw
Watching bodies get exhumed like
Catch a cookie with a fork
Hit it wit the Gem, started boomin like
Ay, ay, aye

Stay highway racing
Faded
Still placing gold
I barely made it
Tried to test me
Ace′d it, stayed Paid In Full
Ol′ girl had told me I'm her favorite
Know that bitch hate me though
To think a nigga like me ′bout to blow
I come in smelling like trees, out the door
Straight for the dough like

Sun's down, mean it′s time for hunting
You ain't gon′ die for nothing
I need to find me something
Heads up there's a tide incoming
The waves too wild to run it
Need to fly in something
Feel the vibe, take a ride, we buzzin'
Get a little bit of life for once
My nigga strive for something
But the homie 100 miles and gunning
Mashing through the town like
Ay Ay Aye

All I know is get it, got it, swerve
Date with fate
I made some reservations
All I got is huevos in my word
Never break ′em
Daily demonstrations
Oh my God, them niggas got some nerve
Serve that bass
Roberto Clemente (hey)
All I made was just enough to splurge
See that paper
Get that nigga urge
Twist that Laker, whip that flying spur
You′s a faker, born on April 1st
Who gon' save you when that K occur
Ghetto savior blessings, grace the curb
Tony Draper, get that dirty paper
Might just save for later
Might just shave a bird
Oh Mike Lowery hit me up
Yea light that herb
Bring some fanto
Plus I might jus have that syrup (aye)