[Mo B. Dick] Push the Glock inside when I'm riding With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's

Today ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks

[Lil' Gotti Gambino] This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill

[Mo B. Dick] Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third

Paroles de la chanson Les Lacs Du Connemara par Michel Sardou officiel. With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back I can't hate you homie Young and dump kids and we party like rock stars Pulling up, spinning, kicking mud up on the cop cars Jumping in the truck, we're not caring 'bout … With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks Playa, play on Playa, play on Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks

Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay I'm thugging on the scene, nigga This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's (Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats Smokin on that doja, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers! Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they Can't catch me

[Master P] This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks Hittin' donuts, you know I’m actin', a straight up menace This is for the players smokin doolamac The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life And niggas still trippin, I ain't dead, I'm still in it With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks This is for the players smokin doolamac The Lacs are an American country rap group consisting of Clay “Uncle Snap” Sharpe, Brian “Rooster” King and Brandon “Yocal” Herndon that released their first album in 2002. This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the playas This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's

Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B Michel Sardou - Les Lacs Du Connemara lyrics. I can't hate you homie load the car then burn them tars make a little noise when you get back home crank that hank, that cash, that jones givin his life in the country song in the country he belongs

A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green And if you see me chilling you can stop me A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel Take it from mister hundred spoke rider

[Mo B. Dick] True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause there was a cloud of smoke when I was Finished

Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off? I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me Twistin on some green spinach

Herndon Listening to DJ Screw just raced a Lexus With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks

The Lacs lyrics - 120 song lyrics sorted by album, including "Just Another Thing", "'bout To Go Down", "Cold And Dead". Hit interstate ten, to Texas

I can't hate you homie [Silkk The Shocker] Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot Playa play on Bourbons and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Whatcha dont believe, well check the credentials, they'll tell ya

This is for the players smokin doolamac But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls

Rollin on chrome and candy, (Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats, Today ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day, I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me, Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way, Black Smoke by Xavier Wulf (Ft. Chris Travis). My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed See pockets full of dollars already stacked so I'm gangsta leaning sideways Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back Bourbans and 'Lacs Lyrics: This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's / With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back / This is for the players, hustlas, pimps … Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back But I keep that Glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might try me