Happy Days - RYU, Ryu feat. Jams, Gravity Christ, Bishop Lamont

I got my smoke

I got my drink

Took 'em to the face now I’m feeling no pain

A lot of long nights and some happy days

A lot of long nights and some happy days

I got some girls

I got my gang

Uh, yeah

Rappers stepping to me

The question is «How come?»

I control the party like I’m Mao Zedong

I crush opposition

Beat 'em to submission

Repeatedly pistol whip 'em

Treat 'em like bitches pimping

You know the outcome

Stop that

I’m as fly as a fox bat in a top hat, pussy

You playing with bobcats you rookies

I’m a veteran of combat, Apocalypse Now

We pop bottles like somebody’s shooting choppers in the crowd

Ain’t need to panic

We ain’t causing no damage

«Hey, yo I’m getting hungry»

Go eat a penis sandwich

They call me Tiger Chan, Le Tigre

Hundred degree fever

These hoes chasing me like I’m running from La Migra

The don, the Fonz, Mike, Kobe and Lebron

I’m the best to ever do it

Word is bond, yeah

Yo where Jams at?

Come out, come out, wherever you are

If I turn on the darkness so you can see the stars

And I ain’t even ever think that we could be this large

But vis-a-vis the bars, yeah, we could be the guys that

Crazy how these women wanna touch me man

Or maybe they done heard about the bucks we made

Yeah them fussy dames, yeah them buxom babes

All fucks with James, cos the bucks is suede

And the tux ain’t rented and the entered

And the back seat’s smelling like luxury

And they let they guard down

And they play me real close

It’s so hard to find people you can trust these days

Then I creep up behind with that husky blade

Damn, coming out my pocket like

I pull off laughing in my black Dodge Ram

They like «who the fuck robbed us?»

— Jams

I got my smoke

I got my drink

Took 'em to the face now I’m feeling no pain

A lot of long nights and some happy days

A lot of long nights and some happy days

I got some girls

I got my gang

Watch 'em all dance while I’m spraying champagne

A lot of long nights and some happy days

A lot of long nights and some happy days

Hey yo, I’m living like the planet ain’t gonna end in a flame

A fireball, live, hawk in the game

I’m Deadshot Luna, mack is real not a tumour

When you hear the nine click it’s the truth, not the rumour

Why you lying?

No I’m not

Yeah you is

No way

I’m a nigga for life but my name ain’t O’Shea

Jackson, I get busy when it’s time for some action

From but speak with an L.A. accent

Never lose traction, wheels killing the asphalt

Jams, Tiger Chan, Bishop, Gravity, bandsaw

Macking all hoes, yo my pimping is grizzly

I’m the blood like a motherfucker, push it intensely

A lot of long nights but my focus is safe

Stick to only marijuana, never fuck with the K

Going against the grain like, oh dog call it menace

We in the ear from the Valley to Venice

I was up at Record One the other day with Dr Dre

In the studio

Had his back turned

Making beats that thump hard

Thought to myself

Then I stole that nigga’s black card

Got a lotta liquor from Bevmo

JD, Henny, Stoli, Hendricks, Wild Turkey, 151 be burning up my tonsils

Drinking straight round and round

And that’s how my head go

When the party thinking thoughts about these thoughts and how they head go

Anikka Albrite, Alexis Rodriguez, Chanell Heart

Please can we meet and do some freak shit?

Lustful, untouchable, the flow quite combustable

big word, I Googled it, can’t spell it though

Drugs, alcohol and sex that’s what I’m after

Sensual consensual, never disaster

Never fuck an unconscious girl going «Shh ssh, it’s Casper»

Surpass ya, lyrically and physically smash ya

So cease, capisce?

I got my smoke

I got my drink

Took 'em to the face now I’m feeling no pain

A lot of long nights and some happy days

A lot of long nights and some happy days

I got some girls

I got my gang

Watch 'em all dance while I’m spraying champagne

A lot of long nights and some happy days

A lot of long nights and some happy days