E.T. Curren$y (Ft. B-Real)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Drive In Theatre
Turn it up some for me

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Fresh paint on the park bench
Shining in the sunlight of the morning
Under the shade of the trees, taking it all in
In the courtyard of my homegirl's apartments
Scared to play, how could you ever win?
Make a mistake, then a revision
Make them see that shit the way you did
Some of these fools will never get it
But I still give a hundred percent, just
Consideration for the listeners
Appreciation for the livers, lifers
Henny swiggers, weed smokers, Chevy drivers
Switches hitting, steady dipping, banging oldies
Throw the set up out the window, hit my horn at the homies
Just vibing, bitch, you can't kill it
Immortals chilling, portals to dimensions
Where everybody keep it realer
On this side, we don't feel you
On this side, one of these youngins might steal you
On this side, for looking too unfamiliar
Too much like a squealer, dice shooter
Debt dealers, grocery store looters, all the same, nigga
Put into a bad position, back the coolest cat in the corner
Transform into a junkyard bulldog on them
Posers, imposters, opponents, I throw them all in one-size-fits-all boxes
Coaching, while smoking notice, a weakness in your defense
We bust it open, fitting to run it like a quarterback option
These niggas not sharks, they just flounders, goonies in training
Surround them, then drown them, Scuba Steve blood hounding
Never found them, started from the bottom
Then I got rich, never dipped
Cause I'm so at one with my surroundings, bitch