Puffin The Dragon Lyrics - The Midnight Life - Dj Quik

To whom are concerned 

Don't take me vain 

I plowed a hard road for people like Little Wayne 

I put it all in place 

To have it taken away 

And live in ridicule and grief, dismay 

Before my face got stubble 

My house burned to rubble 

The party that I planned for the world got me in trouble 

Journalists asked what I did with my money 

I gave it to the needy 

Not that greedy, I'm Quik 

I do it like I wanna' 

Something like the South of France 

I want to hear the thunder 

Now open up the ceiling, ask the valet 

Pull the roof off 

I want to feel the feeling 

So let the raindrops kiss me on my Angelic face 

I'm such a sport, had to ask the turtle 

Was it a race? 

And now I yield for the snail's pace 

Cross town traffic in a haze 

I love this place 

I'm up and I'm at it 

I guess I'm just a musical addict 

I like it when my life is automatic 

I'm summoning Magic 

I gotta avoid it when its tragic 

So call me when you need a new gadget 

I'm puffin the dragon 

It's fried chicken in back of the wagon 

Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin 

On the Interstate 15 to Vegas 

We drunk and we niggas 

They pay us, We playasBetrayed to the point where i pop my trunk 

But why me? 

Go to prison and send heaven a punk 

I was the star of the show 

But that turns your friends against you 

Hence, they'll never get another opportunity since you 

Salon shop talk now, Days are jaded 

They ask a thousand questions 

While im getting my hair braided 

Staring at me funny 

Counting one dollar bills 

Greed is a sin but ignorance kills 

And LA can be a very cold place at times 

Alot of different drugs 

No universal mind 

On the same page of alot of different books 

I swear that this could be as fun as it looks 

Cause when you ride em right 

You get the fun in the sun 

But if you stab the [?] 

Got one and your done 

On the surface its calm 

The naked eye can't see it 

But the undercurrents there 

To steal a body if needed 

So be it 

I'm up and I'm at it 

I guess I'm just a musical addict 

I like it when my life is automatic 

I'm summoning Magic 

I gotta avoid it when its tragic 

So call me when you need a new gadget 

I'm puffin the dragon 

It's fried chicken in back of the wagon 

Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin 

On the Interstate 15 to Vegas 

We drunk and we niggas 

They pay us, We playasRose Hills filling up with all of my friends 

Emotions I can't show em 

Im just keeping it in 

Got alot of living to do 

Avoiding the laws of the land 

The grim reaper got the scythe in his hand 

So its party on the stage 

While playing everything 

Scratch the record 

Throw my hands up 

Make everybody sing 

Still the one man band 

Still a Hip-Hop fan 

A producer from Old Spruce 

But with a mic and a band 

Im not as passionate about it 

But i hit now and then 

Not naive to envy that fills the hearts of men 

Im a G from the streets 

But i need a new letter 

One that announces my power and describes me better 

Im a Q from a composition writer 

I see it all in high lighter 

From the perspective of a biter 

So Drake I owe you a line and Diddy you too 

Canada, New York and Compton lets get a brewI'm up and I'm at it 

I guess I'm just a musical addict 

I like it when my life is automatic 

I'm summoning Magic 

I gotta avoid it when its tragic 

So call me when you need a new gadget 

I'm puffin the dragon 

It's fried chicken in back of the wagon 

Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin 

On the Interstate 15 to Vegas 

We drunk and we niggas 

They pay us, We playas 

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