Golden Sands Lyrics by Wu-syndicate

Golden Sands Lyrics

    Intro: myalansky (joe mafia)
    Damn, va hot as a bitch yo (word up)
    Commonwealth state though (son, that shit is fucked up)
    Was in the court room the other day,
    They try to give a nigga a hundred years (word)
    They can't do all that time man, some commonwealth shit
    I know they trying to do though
    They trying to snatch us up the street
    So they can reproduce their seeds through are women
    Shit is hot, it's the golden sands

    {myalansky}
    Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation
    Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization
    Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci
    Rags of gucci, down at carantang, true see
    They got no proof from daddy type manuevers
    Down so low, operations moves through the sewers
    Fuck the three crops, busy saleet shit is stock
    Making cheese, run and flew the scene, megatrees a pot
    Locked in storage, steady moving forward
    Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright
    It's trife, sending mom through kites from natural life
    Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a
    Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager
    Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions
    Johnny coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison
    Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners
    Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you
    Greesy moves under alias names
    You catching no sleep, it's hot in these streets
    The golden sands

    Chorus
    {joe mafia}
    In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan't grands
    Eight fifties, drop tops and lex lands
    We throwing darts, what? and got some big plans
    Living life in the golden sands
    {myalansky}
    In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah
    We see you shining pushing gx lex with girls
    Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand
    Living life in the golden sand

    {joe mafia}
    Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo
    Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol
    Suit the hand sand, fly genie bitches with fans
    Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame
    Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage
    Cats to clap you if you act timid
    Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas
    Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best
    I bomb heads with the suedofedic, head nod for medics
    And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics
    Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler
    Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar?
    I execute ambasadors, clapping
    Hammers as thor, sparking eight east wars
    So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets
    Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips
    Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic
    Ill crafted, to spread malice
    My team max it, legacies for milleniums
    Wu-syndicate, emblems more feared then benjamins

    Chorus


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