Da Beeper Record

By Fam-Lay

Released on May 24, 2008

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(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)


[Hook: Pharrell Williams]

We in the VIP and we sipping on bub'

I'm in the VIP and I'm lighting up drugs

I keep a four fifth right down by my nuts

See me on my two way and I keep it blowing cous'


[Hook: Pharrell Williams]

Hit me on my beeper

Hit me on my beeper

Hit me on my beeper

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

We looking for the beige and the green and the diesel

Hit me on my beeper

Hit me on my beeper

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)


[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]

You want it I got it you need it

Own it you got it come see it

Hate that they got to compete with

Prices I doubt that they beat it

Narcotics you got to come get it

Straight money got to come with it

Telling you not that my shit is

Bigger than knuckles on midgets

I carry that forty, nigga, I carry that cake cous'

With smokers on me, killer, I get that paper

I got exotic, homie

I pump that purple, homie

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

That's how I got it, homie

I ducked them turtles, homie

Catch me on the night shift like the Commodores

You was 'bout that bullshit, what you call me for

Watching my cash stack, I got the metal handle

I keep a knapsack, full of the devil's candy

Long as I keep it it's selling

Act like you keep it you welling

Sick of that bullshit you yelling

Hurt cause your people keep telling

Know that you broke cause it's showing

'Sposed to have coke and you blowing

Before I know niggas you owing

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

Talking 'bout kicking your door in


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(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)


[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]

For one you get two of them on Tuesdays

Or that then your workers is useless

Think that I'm just doing music

It's just to keep deputies clueless

Niggas is wopping and popping

China white moving, no stopping

Put a nice groove in my pocket

Nobody's rude as my Glock is

Walk in the club and they on us

Not that they love us, they want us

One of them want to just know us

The other one want to just bone us

But i don't fuck anything, it's got to be something that's banging

[?] I'm on my way to be slanging

One time if the shit don't be there

Cause them niggas come quick like an e-mail

They coming up the block, two ladies buck naked

They picking out a spot, to let the mutt chase it

Guaranteed the police in their holler

Chevy Caprice and them Dodges

Niggas is creeping and dodging

Cause niggas ain't beating them charges

Don't let them stop you, you dirty

Dirty, don't stop it, keep swerving

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

Put the shit out on the curb or

You won't get out 'til you thirty


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(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)


[Bridge: Fam-Lay]

Flip skull, flip skull

All a nigga know

Flip skull, flip skull

All a nigga know

Flip skull, flip skull

All a nigga know

Flip skull, flip skull

All a nigga know

Man, them turtles on your ass

You catch a heart attack cous'

Catch a heart attack cous'

Catch a heart attack cous'

You running so fast

Catch a heart attack, cous'

Catch a heart attack cous'

Catch a heart attack, cous'

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

You know when it's legit they

Call it "heart attack" cous'

Call it "heart attack" cous'

Call it "heart attack" cous'

Cause when them fiends take a hit

They catch a heart attack, cous'

Catch a heart attack, cous'

Catch a heart attack, cous'

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)

Hey

Hey


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(Walking down the block with life in my pocket)