| Lyrics: | Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia)
Damn, VA Hot as a bitch yo (word up)
Common will 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 common will 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 weathe |
