We Own This

We own this Uh-uh [Verse 1: Kyle Lucas) Okay never once did i back out, never once will I back down Never once did i settle for shit, i ain’t comfortable in the background Kyle Lucas I’m back out, party till we all blackout Eyes are wired and you acting tired And your girl in my lap about to pass out And i guess some people can’t handle the liquor Kinda hard when you party with me boy Ive been going so hard off the sizzurp And I’ve been leaning like i broke one knee boy Ive been going so hard on my liver I don’t know how long i’ma live for Only live once, so i’ma live it up Like i don’t know how to swim in a whiskey river Yo piece of mine, i need piece of mine Tell me to chill i need peace of mind Well i need to find some fine hippy bitches Who are into free love like the peace sign Dodged a bullet with my last bitch Almost married would of got a divorce I ain’t with these lawyers tennis games Up in the court going back and forth Okay fuck that noise go and pour me some Pour me some cause the 40’s done And i’m performing and my fee 4 G’s All the weed we brung’s like 40 tons If my math is right that goes 40 lungs 20 chicks, shirts undone And they screaming for more, so i need to record Pass the camera, before i run… We own this [Chorus: STS] We Own This We Own This We Own This And it’s like ya bitch we own it Ya bitch we own it Everything from the parking lot To the club homie we own it Ya bitch we own it Ya bitch we own it And don’t nobody in this mother fucker want it [Verse 2: Kyle Lucas] Okay well i’m back in this bitch like i never left Never left, well i did for a sec Took a time out with your secretary Don Draper i got my feet on your desk Shit i’m just being honest, she was just paying homage Probably why i get all these label offers but they don’t wanna let me in the office Yo these rap dudes i’ma problem, fuck them Eat them all i’m a monster, Okay Fuck who’s who when I got screw’s loose and i’m off my motherfucking rocker So, rodger that, tell her holler back In L.A. getting dome like a Dodger cap Smoke Cali, I ain’t really bother to chat cause Ain’t nobody got time for that But everybody got time for this If i come off just a little confidence It’s cause the competition's so non-existent We ain’t in the same conference We in two different leagues boy Going in Bruce Lee-Roy Bars deployed leave a beat destroyed Cheap reward and it’s easier See i flow C4 see me at your door And i’m sounding off like you never seen before Fake ass thugs like CB-4 Emcees need to go and see Lyor Or maybe Russell cause the CD store Won't’ stock your shit you’ll be ignore One thing you will never see me poor Heating up now like a meteor [Chorus: STS] We Own This We Own This We Own This And it’s like ya bitch we own it Ya bitch we own it Everything from the parking lot To the club homie we own it Ya bitch we own it Ya bitch we own it And don’t nobody in this mother fucker want it (Repeat 2x)