Paroles Painted houses Smoke Dza

Painted houses

Really?
Right
Right
Uh, yeah

Italian flavors in my boots, they came from DM
Put my outfit in the mausoleum (Uh)
Forever I be rockin' 'til my jersery hangin' in the Colosseum
I be in her guts, you in her DMs (Ah)
Yellin, "Free my niggas, free my niggas, give 'em freedom"
They ain't in jail, they in record deals
This independent shit, kinda show you how that leverage feel
Give you that big steeper feel, hold up
It was a good day on a roll up
Ice Cube bangin', on a roll up
The cake fill up, Cool, J Dilla, flippin' donuts (Uh)
Twenty-eight grams, four-hundred-twenty short of a whole one (Uh)
One bad purchas?'ll sabotage your whole run
"Let m? take that Reggie off your hand", said no one
Tryna finesse the package get you hit with a cold gun
Ridin' like Rusell, hit my horn when the dough come
Irish man missions, keep a painter
Dome some

The team strong, tread life
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights
Would disappear and they be at your crib every night
The team strong, tread life
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights
Would disappear and they be at your crib every night (Look, talk to 'em!)

I'm pullin' up and I'm askin' 'em what it is (Ayo, what's poppin', nigga?)
Then clappin' 'em in his side and fractured the nigga ribs (Boom-boom-boom-boom!)
Takin' trips to the base and them packages to the crib (Huh?)
Send 'em back and flip them packs, it's exactly what I just did (I ran that shit up), shit
Tread lifes, Supreme red Nikes, VS ice on my neck, you can tell what my bread like (You see what I'm workin' with, bitch)
You get your head in a vice, run that red light
Head on collision with extendo, ain't no fair fight (Brrt!)
A hundred carats in the pendant for a fair price (Ah)
Pointers in the Cartiers made your bitch stare twice (I see you lookin', baby)
It's Gary Payton and this blunt is to the face
I could go pull a few hunnid out the safe, and that's thousands by the way
My cake pilin' by the way
Breakdown, ain't sellin' weight
Eight pounds sellin' every day
Eight-thousand in the bank (Woo!), stop that
456, shot that (Ah)
Change the bank bag to a thousand, took a sip of my 'jac (Hahahahahahaha)
Machine, nigga, I'm back (Yeah)

The team strong, tread life (Yeah)
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights
Would disappear and they be at your crib every night
The team strong, tread life
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a dear in the headlights
Would disappear and they be at your crib every night