C-BO - All I Ever Wanted Lyrics
Chorus: C BoAll I ever wanted was a pair of NikesA Lexus a mansion and eternal lifeMaybe what it was I was askin for too muchPrayin to God thinkin 'did he give a *****?'Twelve years old I was always toldEvery day I want it that glitter ain't goldBut ***** that shit I want a twelve inch dickA Coupe a chrome and a money makin *****Verse 1: C BoA 'Lac front, back, man, I wish I had itIn a brim, Rolex down wit a automaticI be the shit, pimpin hoes from Cali to LouisvilleStrip em for money in Magic City and the A-T-LCos see these *****es ain't shit but investmentsAnd they ain't worth shit unless they makin profitI need a money-makin ***** to satisfy my needsSome *****, dough, diamonds and G'sSo when I swoop in my coupe, out to get my lootCollect it from hookers more famous than Betty BooIt be that, legalised pimpin that's keepin me above the water***** a *****, get rich and live the life of a ballerCos a broke ***** ain't nuttin but a downfallUnless she cement her money and her mind, y'allAnd wit straight-laced game is how ya take controlI been practisin the shit since twelve years oldChorusVerse 2: LunasiccOne foot in the grave and eleven inches insanePsychotic nigga named Lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangsSlappin these *****es, y'all can't be laggin on the payrollLet's get your ass right back to the track before your face get steezoI'm cold like the winter, get up in your flesh like a splinterI dash with the cash then mash on the gas, prepare a hog for dinnerCreepin when I'm sleepin, my ***** ya want coastedby the window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their gunplayCap peelers, drug dealers, I thought you knewthat if you ***** wit one of my niggas then you're *****in wit the crewWe roll deep like sheep, always strapped wit some heatOriginal gangsta, ***** a prankster, ride my nuts like a beat, huhI'm bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt itI come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout itReady for the gunplay, move the crowd like we the O-JaysBlastin like I'm crazy out the Colt wit my .3-80, MafiosoChorusVerse 3: 151Las Vegas, Lake Tahoe to Reno*****es on the highest floors of the casinosButt *****, checkin money by the G stackAs I pose at the crap tables, sippin on yakI'm just a baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoesMight catch em fo'-deep in a C-Ville on triple goldsWit cell phones and pagers as if it's on a grindSo to keep em an X-rated ***** is a goldmineI'm on a major mission to increase my stacks to the highest climaxI'm wrapped up in my safe and G-pactsCrackin like green weed sacks, for slangin, for danglinyoungstas wit their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45 stanginAin't no tamin, aimin, accurate, we hit em off and slid em offThey get off in the Valley, immaculately, sippin rally'sWinners are stackin chips up like alleysFrom Seattle to Cali, the North of Valley, niggaChorus*****!
