Vacation

[Intro: Half-A-Mill] Yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh, east west north south It's one of 'em days man Just feel like breakin out and shit knawmean? Fuck the ki's, fuck the coke, fuck the hoes (word son), you gotta take some hoes wit you (thats true, thats true) knawsayin? You might end up in Paris and shit Aruba, Rio, you know that real willy shit [Verse 1] Yo they ask me -- "how I got so hard"? I rock wallaby's in stompin yard Eat Italian food Celasi I gaurd Drink herb tea sash for realla Half-A-Milla, take you on rap a Vinci Be cautious how you spit my rhymes They might crack your dentures My rap is ill as the Donald Goines literature Sinister to menace, far from the minister In this to win this, swallow some bottle of Guinness down in Venice Smoke a pound of that spinich, til the ground'll spit it Walk 'round in lenin, green lizard slitherin No beginnin or endin, no make believe or pretendin Dunn I vacate suite and blaze 'em in the street Executive thug my salary is deep, I carry the heat Remove the gravity from your feet You carried or creep, I hang you high and bury you deep Forever you sleep, I chop the head off for a week And sail off on a yacht and get lost for several weeks Batman movie silence that's why I neva speak Forever is deep [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X** Shit is deep shit is real Sumetimes I wanna get away Fly to an Island and chill Shit is deep shit is real Sumetimes I wanna put down the steel And say mothafucka them dollar bills [Verse 2] Eatin mangos wit my main hoes Went from bank rolls to bank loans Scrapin the globe in a stank rose Steppin out the shower in a mink robe Flower like duncan hines Come for mine and I'm buckin the nines Sumtimes I wanna leave this life behind Take a vacation thats right for the mind Relax my muscle's, relax from the hustle Miles away from cats that wanna bust you Miles away from the struggle, thats what it be Weather like 100 degrees Pine apple juice under the trees Purple haze wrapped in the leaves From massages by them Caribbean Queens, knawmean? Pretty thug team, clear blue water like I'm Marine Watchin videos on an 80 inch sub-screen Touch cream, its like every thug's dream, nuttin in between [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X** [Verse 3] Sip on don, watchin chicks strip to they thong Skinny dippin wit the women, cuz my Benjamin's long Swimmin wit swans, hit my cell won't get no response Two way me I won't reply, what the fuck ya niggas want? I took a vacation from Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx Got my mind right clear some thoughts For years holdin for fort, no remorse No love for you haters, dunn we floss You know what it cost, smokin opium in the Porsche Payin cat just to drive you around and open the doors I was suppose to score like R. Kelly, I can soar I believe I can fly, without the henny or Lye Bling like it ain't a thing, wings on the 8-50 eye Vehicle came, layed back in Rio and things And I ain't worried 'bout 'em kilos or sceno's that the streets hold Game is to be sold, not to be told I'm slippin in wallaby slippers from poverty to pro, yo [Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X** Ya heard? yea, uh huh east west north south Yea, Half-A-Mill-ion, DJ Ali the don