Lyrics Blue Faces - P-FLOW

Got my chance and I blew it (blew it)
Fuck that, back to it (to it)
Persue my dreams through the music
Ain′t no way so stupid (stupid)
Chopped the set but it loopy (chop it)
Laid back, smoke on cuban (cuban)
Now you just gotta face it
I got the guts, got the groove
Only stackin' blue faces
Took it back to the basics
On the paper chicks like in Vegas
When we come around they don′t say shit
'Cause we up all night
Sippin' on dawn, sippin′ on light
Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon′ bite (bah)
Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon' bite
I ain′t fucked your girl but I might
All these bitches sniffin' on white
I don′t like, I don't like
Hunger strike and it′s jungleboys for life
You fake, we gon' play it, like or dike
'Bout to blow up like a fuckin′ dynamite
Backwood got me high as a kite
(And jammin′ through the night)
Pull up we lit, no time to be flippin' them bricks
I mix and record my own shit
I think your face need a fix
In the jungle when we on the trippin′
We climbin', we climbin′, we grippin'
We climbin′, we climbin', we grippin'
In the night we come alive
What′s next, I can′t decide
On my grind like "do, or die"
Never split like Jackson 5
(Yeah, in the jungle trynna' survive)
Mamacita got a body (body)
She be callin′ me papi (papi)
Takin' pics paparazzi (bah)
All you do is fuckin′ copy (copy)
Imma stay being cocky (cocky)
Chop it up like karate (chop it)
I don't need no Miagy
I do it myself (bah)
Only stackin′ blue faces (bah)
Took it back to the basics
On the paper chicks like in Vegas
When we come around they don't say shit
'Cause we up all night
Sippin′ on dawn, sippin′ on light
Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon' bite
(Yo, hold up, hold up. We what?)
′Cause we up all night
Sippin' on dawn, sippin′ on light
Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon' bite
(Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon′ bite)
'Cause we up all night
Sippin' on dawn, sippin′ on light
Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon′ bite
(Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon' bite)
′Cause we up all night
Sippin' on dawn, sippin′ on light
Pull up with the stick and the bitch gon' bite
One time for my dogs
We sippin′ water out the Voss
This bitch gon' got my dick sucked (got damn)
Kitty cat pink on my boxers
And me and my cub goin' apeshit
I ain′t really messin′ with no fake shit
He came through with the skunk, but he laced it
But you ain't shit you gotta′ face it
Making fuckin' tracks in the basement
Feel I make it [?]
If the ass fat...
In the night we come alive
What′s next, I can't decide
On my grind like "do, or die"
Never split like Jackson 5
In the night we come alive
What′s next, I can't decide
On my grind like "do, or die"
Never split like Jackson 5
(Yeah, Jungle-booys, yeah)