Magic Hour

AZ: yea, poet, politician, player when neccessary this is AZ, im ya host for the evening, its magic hour, how we gon do this no stress we on the sands in tahiti bare chest you bastards 30 grand on the pinky respect finnesse rumors like the hands in grafitti grey goose mixed with grape cran and the kiwi its truth hoes galore pros go clothes galore take paper till they close the door either or gonna hustle or hustle on tour done seen it all nothin left than to stumble or mourn the sex, is fantazin' flow, campaigns him dough, cant change him courts, cant arraign him it sports titanium force iranian taught i came to inforce all the bangers support caught ya bang at ya fort torch and tangle ya thoughts scorch and stand if you're short so of course its the chillin conversate kneel its the lamalate millions im tryina chase iller from out the gate get it right my feelings is not awake ducati bikes is shipped from outta state the pressure is on the blunts is lit my presence is strong its real im amongst the mix the wessen is long i move like im on some shit so testin is wrong cos once guns is drawn thats it the beef the rap the game is done we leap we yap we smack we bang them guns we beef with vests we strapped we came to come so peace to that hes back nigga one CL smooth: yea chairman of the board man, black leader, the mecca don, el presidente ladies and gentlemen all i do is bring the light to a dead game the moment i came under my umbrella my flag my name if the ship leavin the port, cruise to the resort you cant be serious baby, this is sport got to make my rounds hit walls for this pack till its ma and A steppin outta both sides of that maybach we can eat lovely just dont interupt me and mix all this checkmate with they quiet money i can see it all bubblin the move is no troublin ima give you the plug in to Sosa they all love C.L no jail for homie only gotta tell me one time dont fuck me tony just buy weight fly straight and keep me right and i dont care what i spend on security it helps me sleep at night see nothin sharp as me you takin it there you cant compare to the initials engraved in my office chair the boss is here deep in the game cant do it the same gotta bring a strong leash for ya dame i pop up speakin of cheddar me and son peakin together cant feel its the real deal and lettin the meat ball meet the berretta smellin like fresh cut leather odd colour corbs sasparilla the curtains drawn the seats vanilla let em see heat forever takin that seat in powers all you want in this magic hour Lyrics submitted by steve.