Turkey Bag Lyrics - B-real

You start as lil' bro 

Then you big bro 

You start as lil' homie 

Then you big homie 

Niggas know me 

The bitches know me 

Salute to the Goonies 

Do a stick up for me 

When I die blow some weed 

Pour some liquor for me 

Know I keep working the whip 

You couldn't get up on it 

I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off 

Looking at the stash house 

Could tell you what the dirt is for 

I could get deeper with it 

Tell you what niggas murder for 

All this fly shit that we living for 

Superstitious hand is itching 

I'm bout to get it though 

Can't trust niggas 

The UZI is by the kitchen door 

Be careful what you be wishing for 

Well to the well is empty 

What is money for 

Can't get nothing from nothing 

I prove different though 

But never say you gettin' the money 

Cause they be snitchin' y'all 

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Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones 

Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded 

I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack 

This shit is dreamy 

Got me weeding bout Nefertiti 

Bora Bora for a week 

When I leave Tahiti 

Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me 

Only reason I'm around still 

I never got greedy 

The trippy thing about life 

Is you could live forever 

Keep your name good 

In the streets 

I'm tryna' do better 

Paper drip with sauce 

Yeah burnin' nice and slow 

Another million from the road 

I'm tryna buy another home 

I miss the jack, big forty on my lap 

While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' 

Half a pound to the neck 

I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise 

We don't rest man 

We don't even flex now 

We just feel blessed to wake up 

In the morning and take another breath 

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Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded 

I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones 

Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded 

I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack 

Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper 

When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later 

Fuck I hate her 

Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud 

When my loud niggas have it drippin' 

From the joint up in my fingers 

Dead ringers, Rig slingers 

No blue dreamers 

Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner 

Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter 

Watch these bitches change up their demeanor 

The grass is greener 

A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight 

If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right 

It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass 

To the spot, payment, all cash 

So let me light this one and make it smell lovely 

No matter what you do you could never be above me 

I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn 

Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song 

Mind gone 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones 

Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded 

I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that 

Handfuls out the turkey bag 

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack