Editorials lyrics

[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Yeah check it out doe, Its Westside Worthy
Feel me?
Taking it back like that
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Blood Orange Pellegrino match the flame Buick Regal
The way I play the Vegas strip, you would think I'm Bugsy Siegel
This the rebirth of Max Julien, I’m far from a Hooligan
A soft spoken gentlemen, who got a few lady friends
SL Mercedes Benz, that's just for the weekends
The fruits of her labor, what she did for a Mac then
Electric blinds sliding down the windows at the Bel Air
Room Service, Champagne bottles in the hottub
Private suite, told her book that sh*t for another week
Egyptian cotton pillow sheets, nothing but the best for P
Funny thing is her n*gga live right up the street
Close to the Palisades, but I can't give too much away
Follow n*ggas home, and leave them soaking in thier driveway
You’ll never catch me hanging with a b*tch up at my own place
f*ck a stash in my ride, its in my lap when I slide meng
Cause nowadays you gotta be the first to squeeze your sh*t gang

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Editorial, how the story go
It was the beat or me, I can't be sorry fo'
Moving on our road, like dice across the globe
On ice, yellow gold, millionaire mellow flow
Professional Camaro pedal steppin' on
This the '90, my other one a '81
Im seconds from the top where haters come
Gunning for your spot, you gotta watch out my n*gga, and wait for them
Sure as the morning will bring us the sun
Them n*ggas hungry, and they want it
But them n*ggas don't want to work for nothin'
But they lurk in the shadows
They wait until you look too comfortable, then they decide to attack you
The fact them n*ggas coming for you just’ll baffle you
But you can’t let no f*ck sh*t happen too you