Lyrics St. james liquors Skyzoo

St. james liquors

In this world of ordinary people
Extraordinary people
I'm glad there is you
In this world

Uh, yeah
All this money that we can make (Uh)
Why don't y'all just lead the way? (Yeah)
Do you wanna get money or not, do ya? (Do it like this)
Do you wanna get money or not, do ya? (One time, uh)

My first view of what it do was with my crew posted on the stoop
Gold chain, small rope, but bitches peeped the cool
Wore mine all the time, inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on 35, trap door inside
For the stick, '95s for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too, but was married to Penny 1s
Where habits could get you done and the addicts was on the run
And Biggie shit was the Bible and the Magic had almost won
And it all made sense, but the pattern it could become
When you watching a BMW advocate all them jums
It seemed more or less like the havoc that could be done
Is relieved long as you got a bag and a muffled tongue
And I seen how it be when it come to idolatry
We just wanted to cop a Avi' and see what Idalis need
You know, pop bottles, chicks that favor Idalis
You jump off the stoop like "I got us"
It only take one, be it a vision on how to get it
Or a kid who can picture it when the day done
Growing up outta pocket while being shown how to make one
My mans followed the flute of whoever played one
Theme songs recorded until the tape done
I heard 'em all, but was juggling how my tapes run
Thirteen with a view of how good a crown fit
Word to everyone I was floating around with

Caught a vision and saw it like "there it go" (There it go)
Tryna fly off the stoop, look where it go (Where it go)
Celebrate with a bottle like "here it go" (Here it go)
Like, "Pour me mine," yo, fuck if I wasn't grown (There you go)
Caught a vision and saw it like "there it go" (There it go)
Tryna fly off the stoop, look where it go (Where it go)
Celebrate with a bottle like "here it go" (Here it go)
Like, "Pour me mine," yo, fuck if I wasn't grown (Yo)

My first view of what it do was with my crew posted on the stoop
Dope name, all the OGs would call me Zoo
First rhyme, I was nine, but rhymed like I was corner tied
Kicking what I saw from off the line, I was fortified
With a pen, what a Stuy corner did
Turned me out to follow my neighbor when Luigi's wouldn't pay us
We was too young, still went every day as soon as school done
He used to float by in the black Lex, the new one
I knew son, from right up the block, they called him B.I.
Rolled around with D-Roc, posted up by the C line
Biggest in the hood while all black with his hood down
St. James Liquor shooting dice like "who nice?"
Fast forward overnight and a video shoot is on
I'm watching from 'cross the street, I'm picturing me involved
I'm only in junior high, but fuck if I wasn't grown
And I had a hundred verses that hit like a hundred zones
Fast forward even more to a throne
With BIG sitting inside of, mafia in tow
And I'm tryna get a role, 'cause as far as eighteen and unders
Not a soul could follow me off the go
Whole hood know, but I was just tryna be him in time
He wrote a album for my block, The Source should've gave it five
Right? Thirteen with a view of how good a crown fit
Word to everyone I was floating around with

Caught a vision and saw it like "there it go" (There it go)
Tryna fly off the stoop, look where it go (Where it go)
Celebrate with a bottle like "here it go" (Here it go)
Like, "Pour me mine," yo, fuck if I wasn't grown (There you go)
Caught a vision and saw it like "there it go" (There it go)
Tryna fly off the stoop, look where it go (Where it go)
Celebrate with a bottle like "here it go" (Here it go)
Like, "Pour me mine," yo, fuck if I wasn't grown

All this money that we can make
Why don't y'all just lead the way?
Do you wanna get money or not, do ya?
Do you wanna get money or not, do ya?
With all this money that we can make
Why don't y'all just lead the way?
Do you wanna get money or not, do ya?
Do you wanna get money or not, do ya?
Wanna make some money?