Like Five Duece Four Trey

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Eyeing Venetian blinds for peace of mind Sooner or later them motherfuckers'll try Still goin' hard, though the critics say I'm blind Say I lack dimension, say my lyrics are one-sided It's the saga of the stoned Temple pilot When it's all said and done them motherfuckers'll say I was a prophet Spoke about the Bentleys right before I got 'em Physical evidence that you could touch that paper without that sucker behavior Them niggas waterin' it down, we bring that flavor '95 Air Max, Diamond Turf be on Sandals tied up and strapped clean and sharp As a pack of thumbtacks in the laundromat, dog On to that bullshit, so don't pull it I hold potential like bullets, nigga Might save your life and might kill ya No sugarcoatin', no filter The raw image right from the line of scrimmage My nigga, you in it, uh [Hook: Curren$y] I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway I wore his chain and held his beeper at the dice game And said, "Yo, here come them people" when them laws came I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway I rocked his chain and held his beeper at the dice game And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came [Verse 2: Curren$y] Sacramento ballin', vintage shoppin' Mitch Richmond, bodied, stop it, pop it, I get it Cop it, rim it, drop it, stunt in it, they watchin' Blades spinnin', choppy Sure of myself, but not cocky Prayin' for the health of everybody around me Prayin' that my moves only become more godly Rememberin' my first ride in a Maserati In Miami with my homie Lil Wayne steamin' broccoli Motivation, I thought about that shit constantly Now I collect Ferraris and I drive around at top speed Fuck probably, wodie, I gots to be Smokin' these beats like marijuana leaves Higher than the top of trees Still good, down-to-Earth people Super illegal, in that black rag Diamond in the back that you mad at You'll get murked through the mail Serve digital anthrax (sucka) [Hook/Outro: Curren$y] I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway I rocked his chain and held his beeper at the dice game And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I used to watch my brother bake 'em in the dice game I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway I wore his chain and held his beeper at the dice game And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey I used to watch my brother kill 'em in the stairway