Vacation

[Intro]
Yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh, East West North South
It's one of 'em days man
Just feel like breaking out and shit you'no'I'mean?
Fuck the ki's, fuck the coke, fuck the hoes
(Word son), you gotta take some hoes wit you
(Thats true, thats true) know'am'sayin'
You might end up in Paris and shit
Aruba, Rio, you know that real willy shit

[Verse 1]
Yo they ask me -- How I got so hard?
I rock Wallabees from stomping yard
Eat Ital food Selassie I god
Drink herb tea Sarsaparilla
Half-A-Milla, take you on rap adventure
Be cautious how you spit my rhymes
They might crack your dentures
My rap is ill as the Donald Goines literature
Sinister, menace, far from the minister
In this to win this
Swallow bottles of Guinness down in Venice
Smoke a pound of that spinach, until the ground is spinning
Walk around in linen, green lizard slithering
No beginning nor ending, no make believe no pretending
Dunn I vacate suite and blaze 'em in the street
Executive thug my salary is steep, I carry the heat
Remove the gravity from your feet
Your cavity creep, I hang you high and bury you deep
Forever you sleep, I chop the head off for the week
And sail off on a yacht and get lost for several weeks
Batman move in silence that's why I never speak
Forever is deep

[Chorus] x2
Shit is deep shit is real
Sometimes I just wanna get away
Fly to an Island and chill
Shit is deep shit is real
Sometimes I wanna put down the steel
And say mothafuck them dollar bills

[Verse 2]
Eating mangos with my main hoes
Went from bank rolls to bank loads
Scraping the globe in a stank rose
Stepping out the shower in a mink robe
Flour like Duncan Hines
Come for mine and I'm bucking the nines
Sometimes I wanna just leave this life behind
Take a vacation that's right for the mind
Relax my muscle's, relax from the hustle
Miles away from cats that wanna bust you
Miles away from the struggle, that's what it be
Weather like 100 degrees
Pineapple juice under the trees
Purple haze wrapped in the leaves
From massages by them Caribbean Queens, nah'mean?
Pretty thug theme, clear blue water like I'm Marine
Watching videos on an 80 inch sub-screen
Touch CREAM
Its like every thug's dream, nothing in between

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 3]
Sipping on Dom, watching chicks strip to their thongs
Skinny dipping with the women, cuz my Benjamin's long
Swimming with swans, hit my cell won't get no response
Two way me I won't reply, what the fuck ya niggas want?
I took a vacation from Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx
Got my mind right, clear some thoughts
For years holding fort, no remorse
No love for you haters, dunn we floss
You know what it cost, smoking opium in the Porsche
Paying cat just to drive you around and open the doors
I was suppose to score like R. Kelly, I can soar
I believe I can fly, without the henny or lye
Bling like it ain't a thing, wings on the 850i
Vehicle king, layed back in Rio and things
And I ain't worried about 'em kilos or c-note that the streets hold
Game is to be sold, not to be told
I'm slicker then Wallabee slippers from poverty to pro, yo

[Chorus] x2

[Outro]
Ya heard? yea, uh huh East West North South
Yea, Half-A-Mill-ion, DJ Ali the Don