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Wu-Syndicate - Golden Sands lyrics
Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia) Damn, VA Hot as a bitch yo (word up) Common will state though (son, that shit is fucked up) Was in the court room the other day, they try to give a nigga a hundred years (Word) They can't do all that time man, some common will shit I know they trying to do though They trying to snatch us up the street So they can reproduce their seeds through are women Shit is hot, it's the golden sands {Myalansky} Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci Rags of gucci, down at Carantang, true see They got no proof from daddy type manuevers Down so low, operations moves through the sewers Fuck the three crops, Busy saleet shit is stock Making cheese, run and flew the scene, Megatrees a pot Locked in storage, steady moving forward Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright It's trife, sending mom through kites from natural life Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions Johnny Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you Greesy moves under alias names You catching no sleep, it's hot in these streets The Golden Sands Chorus {Joe Mafia} In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan't grands Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex lands We throwing darts, what? And got some big plans Living life in the golden sands {Myalansky} In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah We see you shining pushing GX Lex with girls Niggas get shook up, time weathe |
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