Snow Goggles - Halo

It’s all good

Aight, yeah

Here we go, said here we go

Here we go, check it out though

Aiyo, Smith and Pepper snow goggles

For boulevard models

Jetta with the ski-rack, kicking full throttle

Space mountain spliff, pull keep a lift

Time and space rip so we moving kind of diff'

Slick like the first Jheri curl, juice dripping

Pop standing over grit pots in the kitchen, listen

«Eat them all so they stick to your ribs»

My grandfather said, so I did (I did, I did)

I heard the other kids laughing and playing

Indian style, I sat staying, listening, refraining from acting my age

Back in the day I just had a way

But there’s still things you had to say

To the peoples around the way (way, way)

It keeps giving, the gift of gab

Apartments, homes, lofts, pads

Hopping around town to hide the tears of a clown

Too busy to entertain over mine with the frown

See a wretched clutch I was grinding them down

First gear on a steep hill, shifting them now

Word to Malloricia, my ninth grade fever

9−1-1 beepers and payphone receivers

I scribe flows at my leisure

Life’s a bitch, I mean a beach, Ibiza

They make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule

Brunch and a lie be the hit, the film festival

You probly think I’m thinking less of you

Only what, when and where, but never who

They’ll make a mess of you if you don’t keep a schedule

Hard time making better blues

Cash cream and the cheddar rules, nothing change

But the gas price, few bucket change

Said my team move round, my team move round

My team move round, said what trip I pulls down

Said my team move round, my team move round

My team move round, said what trip I pulls down

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my team move round, my team move round

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Don’t be needy, don’t be greedy

Get it how you live and live to give it, believe me

I could talk about it freely, it’s yet beneath me

Keep going, Staying Alive like the BeeGees

What you see is what you get

They respect a brother on his grind with legends Catching that wreck

Beach house, beautiful babes connect

Bollywood banging they bodies is soaking wet

I don’t beat around the bush, a little kush

Money on the side, barbecuing off the books

They’ll bum rush, barricade the jooks

Steal your whole style from the flow down to the looks

Tell 'em you ain’t really 'bout it, you ain’t 'bout it

Whispering the love but the hate, you scream and shout it

I say you ain’t really 'bout it, you ain’t 'bout it

Talking bout the struggle you ain’t trying to climb up out it

Accelerating of celebrations, good occasions

Presentations, slanky reservation

PYT insemination, freaky federation

Frolicking with fancy faces the features our beauty graces, whoo!

Know my status and my crew the baddest

Spin a atlas off gun its axis, my clip the baddest

Can’t stop, frisk they’ll pat us down

Uncomparable when I’m around

A radical of my sound, I get down

Bound to go twist a pound

From the bottom, underground with a mainstream sound

Bumping LB riding through the city

Passengers see you pretty, house of Diddy, ooh what a pity

Chivalry is dead, she shivers a bit

Monday chill, Sunday tip drill, tip her for bread

Said my team move round, my team move round

My team move round, said what trip I pulls down

Said my team move round, my team move round

My team move round, said what trip I pulls down

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my team move round, my team move round

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-

Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-