Getaway - Capone

I Just Wanna Get Away Sometimes

It’s Been Alot Of Years, I Aint Seen Mine.

Need To Get These Bustaz Off My Mind,

Homie Yeah, Think I Just Roll In My 6'4',

Sittin' On The Floor Drink A Couple Of 24's,

Need-A-Lay Back, Money On My Mind, An OG Gotta Get Away Sometimes.

The Rap Game Home, I’ve Been In It For Years,

Watched Em' Come And Go And Im Still Here,

Rocked Many Shows, Weeks On The Road,

Blood Sweatin' Tears, Got Money To Fold,

Made Alot Of Freinds, Copped A Couple Ends,

Now Im At The Dealer Ship Coppin' A Benz,

Back On The Bus, Writing Songs Again,

Another Rap Hit For My Mexicans,

Alot Of People Hate Me Cause I Always Win,

Capone Blowin' Up When The Radio Spins,

All The Hard Times Never Did Me In,

Homies In The Hood Askin' Where You Been,

Out In Chicago On A Two Night Deal,

Windy City Gotta Pocket For Real,

Stoppin In Detroit For A Midnight Show,

Six In The Morning Yo Im Back On The Road Homes

I Gotta Couple More Deals Before Im Back Home,

Got My Kids Blowin' Up They’re Daddys cell Phone,

My Carnals Say «Yo We Got Some Beef"Some New Booty

Rappers Tryin' To Take My Streets,

I Dont Sweat That, I Got The Scene On Hold,

Just Sit Back, Recline And Watch You Rappers Fold,

On The Two Way, Spittin To Ya Hoe,

Say When I Get Back She Gonna Give Me The Doe,

Word On The Streets That They Love Capone Cause Homies

Put It Down On The Microphone,

That Steelo Chicano, So Real Ermano,

I rep Mexicano Real Pesado Got My Bonita On My Lado,

Hands On The Wood, Chucks To The Throttle,

Got A Three Piece For You Hatin' Vatos,

Now Its Off To The Club With A Crissed Out Bachos ~Yo~

They Aint Ready For A Rap Star Quit Like Me,

Pullin' Up To The Show In A 63,

No Body Guards Man That Aint Fly,

Walkin' Into The Club With A Brand New Nine,

V.I.P Where Girls Is Fine,

Aint Gonna Dance If The Song Aint Mine,

It Sure Feels Good To Have A Little Shine,

Gotta Alot Of Money Cause I Gotta-Lotta Rhyme,

Brand New House With A Pool Inside,

Damn A Mexican Done Went Worldwide,

Im A Cool Little Home From The Southern Side Drink

All The Cris For All The G’s That Died,

Movin' A Crowd, Now My Momma Proud,

Now She Got-a Couple Hundred G’s To Count,

This Time Is Sweet Now Im Back On The Road,

Gotta Couple More Million To Fold