Song Description

Left lane lifestyle song about the party experiences in an Urban setting.

Lyrics

K-per Lucem (Chorus):
To the left, to the left, to the right now/
Guarantee we gunna' get, get right now/
Rollin' to the club, wildin' like what/
Tryin'a get a buzz, ya'll niggas don't know me//
I'ma drink, I'ma smoke until I OD/
I'ma stroll in the club cause homie don't know me/
And I'm gunna' get a dub cause shorty don't know me/
Bottom line ya'll niggas don't know me//

Verse 1:
Shorty moves left to right so don't stop her/
Call the doctor, feeling this cranberry vodka/
The sound we bring, I does my thing/
Roll with dimes that turn heads like sidekick screens//
Twisting the Backwood, looking to get right/
Step into the scene as the goonies all get light/
Grinding on the dance floor, she know that I want that/
While lame in the club on the wall like thumbtacks//
And tell the truth, I'm not a hardcore gangster/
Still the reason why ya' girl puts on makeup/
The DJ's causing chaos, they giving it up/
Find me on the dance floor, yea, getting' a dub//
Without a doubt, down to get it in (Okay)/
Now put ya' hands in the air as the record spins/
Cause the bass is knocking, your head is rocking/
The scene is popping so guarantee there ain't no stopping//

Chorus

Verse 2:
I'ma give it to them only cause they asked for it/
While fake niggas get clapped like backboards (whap!)/
We feel the love, Yea, so they got to hate/
Find me at the bar getting sauced like tomato paste//
Pedal to the petrol, never gunna' settle/
Shake the ground with boom clap heavy metal/
Around town fellows where/
Red and blue flags like Ralph and Donatello//
They know the name, known to cause mayhem/
Come through and film the crew like West Craven/
Listen here homie, you don't want a war/
Cause in the streets, you'll get checked like you're at the door//
K, Dash, P to the izzer, Flow Prone, yezzer/
Switch it up like the colors of a lizard/
Roll a L like a twizzler, /
Putting pressure on these niggas till they ribs burst//

Chorus

Verse 3:
No them, he, we or her, /
Aim for membranes as I spit these words/
Nouns, subjects and verbs/
Catch me in the street like I just stepped off the curb//
Never subtle, in this concrete jungle/
Move these bundles as the young man rumbles/
Get it right, we playing for keeps/
Take time to dwell in the city that never sleeps//
Blazing the track, I do what it does/
Gunna' need more than liquor and trees to feel the buzz/
The flow is P, R, O, N, E/
Ya' boy goes S, T, R, O, N, G//
Fill in the blanks, to questions you can solve/
E-Dot makin' it thump in dancehalls/
Now pour out some juice for all the past homies/
Take three hits, two shots then sip slowly//

Chorus 2x