ASHES TO ASHES FEAT. RICK ROSS
Game feat. Rick Ross Lyrics
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And I ain't trying to hide it
We will get high tonight
'Cause I am hooked on a feeling
Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
It's nothing but the best straw last drop
Make you feel like you can fly
Do you do you do you do you do you
Opa-locka airport talking G6
It's me baby girl straight G shit
No disrespect but really you ain't seen shit
'Til you're 40,000 feet with the weed lit
I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
Hit her from the back flying over New Orleans
She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Rose petals turned into YSL
So ghetto but she turned me onto Jean-Michel
Bad bitch I am talking up and down
Couple niggas she always fucked around
But the bond that we share nothing would compare
When I bought my first Beamer I swear that bitch was there
Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
Down payment and even all cover the tax
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's a full time job not to kill niggas
Mob on
So God bless all the real niggas
So many obstacles and stress for a real nigga
Now it's on
All my haters turned to ashes
Dead and gone
I handle mine with a passion
Am I wrong? And we never kiss no asses
Get your own
And the reason we run the streets is to take care of your home
A nigga better put his kid first
Bad karma
Lil' niggas putting in work
Fuck Harvard
Impalas they wanna peel first
Or a Charger
And shorty want her titties done
Certain doctor
New apartment in the inner city, smokin out
I'm wit ? so at least gonna smoke an ounce
I live this shit nigga it's not a fable tale
Come and work for the boss, You know I am paying well
In the song "Ashes to Ashes," Game feat. Rick Ross provides a vivid elaboration of their smoking habits and the feelings it evokes in them. The lyrics "Smoking and ride/And I ain't trying to hide it/We will get high tonight" portray an unashamed display of their affinity for smoking, which a lot of people can relate to. They describe the sensation of being high with almost poetic language, "Make you feel like you can fly," alluding to the transcendental quality of being under the influence. Furthermore, they ask if their audience wants to fly tonight, a compelling call to action that not only implies joining them in their indulgence but also encompasses the freedom to do what they want.
The second verse of the song accounts for the indulgence of the rappers, taking place on a flight on a G6 airplane, descending into the Opa-locka airport. It's ironic to think of rappers, who luxuriate in the exalted world of their profession, getting excited about smoking weed in a private jet, but that's the image they try to present. Furthermore, the song's lyrics involve a sexual anecdote about a stewardess whom Game once slept with, giving the song an explicit edge. He acknowledges that the situation was wrong, but this does not stop him from pursuing his voracious appetite for pleasure, all the while glorifying these acts.
Line by Line Meaning
Smoking and ride
We are smoking and riding together
And I ain't trying to hide it
I'm not hiding the fact that we are smoking
We will get high tonight
We will be getting high tonight
'Cause I am hooked on a feeling
I am addicted to this feeling
Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
I am addicted to this feeling
It's nothing but the best straw last drop
We are smoking the best quality weed
Make you feel like you can fly
This weed makes you feel like you're flying
Do you do you do you do you do you
Do you want to get high with me?
Do you wanna fly tonight?
Do you want to get high tonight?
Opa-locka airport talking G6
We're talking about flying on a G6 plane from Opa-locka airport
It's me baby girl straight G shit
I'm a true gangster and that's who I am
No disrespect but really you ain't seen shit
You haven't seen anything yet
'Til you're 40,000 feet with the weed lit
You haven't lived until you're high on a plane at 40,000 feet
I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
I had sex with a flight attendant once
Hit her from the back flying over New Orleans
I had sex with her from behind while flying over New Orleans
She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
The flight attendant was beautiful and her name was Dolorous
Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Dolorous had a lawyer father and a mother who worked as a florist
Rose petals turned into YSL
Dolorous introduced me to Yves Saint Laurent perfume
So ghetto but she turned me onto Jean-Michel
She introduced me to Jean-Michel Basquiat, even though it wasn't considered high class
Bad bitch I am talking up and down
Dolorous was a stunning woman from top to bottom
Couple niggas she always fucked around
She used to sleep with a few guys
But the bond that we share nothing would compare
But our connection is incomparable to any other relationship
When I bought my first Beamer I swear that bitch was there
When I bought my first BMW, Dolorous was there with me
Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
I went to the dealership, and the guy running it told me to put down a deposit of a couple of thousand dollars
Down payment and even all cover the tax
I put down the down payment, and I had enough to cover taxes
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's difficult not to harm others
It's a full time job not to kill niggas
Avoiding violence is a full-time job
Mob on
I'm living the gangster lifestyle
So God bless all the real niggas
I pray that all the genuine gangsters are blessed by God
So many obstacles and stress for a real nigga
There are many challenges and source of stress for a true gangster
Now it's on
It's time to get things started
All my haters turned to ashes
All my enemies have been defeated
Dead and gone
They're gone and forgotten
I handle mine with a passion
I deal with my problems with a lot of commitment
Am I wrong?
Is there anything wrong with that?
And we never kiss no asses
We don't bow down to anyone
Get your own
You should get your own things instead of relying on others
And the reason we run the streets is to take care of your home
We do what we do to protect our neighborhoods
A nigga better put his kid first
A father should prioritize his children's needs
Bad karma
Doing bad things leads to negative energy
Lil' niggas putting in work
Young gangsters are getting busy
Fuck Harvard
Who needs Harvard when you live a life of crime
Impalas they wanna peel first
They want to drive Impalas and sell drugs
Or a Charger
Or a Dodge Charger, which is a popular car among gangsters
And shorty want her titties done
And this lady wants to get breast augmentation surgery
Certain doctor
She has a specific doctor in mind
New apartment in the inner city, smokin out
I am smoking weed in a new apartment in the city
I'm wit ? so at least gonna smoke an ounce
I am hanging out with someone, and we are going to smoke an ounce of weed
I live this shit nigga it's not a fable tale
I am really living this gangster lifestyle, it's not just a story
Come and work for the boss, You know I am paying well
Come and work for me, and I will pay you a good salary
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: William Leonard Roberts
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@UWF312
2019 and still bumping this 🔥🔥
@cruzescobar1874
this Beat is Fucking Dope 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@Awax1
tatted dead homies on my lungs still i breathe for em.. that was hard
@kartiktugnait
Man what's the sample?
@AryanAhura
I got a house on my face, custom made glasses
Laser on heckler, ashes to ashes, valet to vessel
Known as an Aston, the Hoes give you ass, homie, only in my absence
Well connected with gang member on most sets
Not to boast but get you popped like moet
My record sales could never reflect my respect
What god damn Def Jam forever in debt
Money bags back and forth how carry it on
Tatted dead homies on my lungs, still I breathe for 'em
As I'm nailed to the crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside (Blessed)
Nobody cares what I feel like, no
Now it's six xanax make just to feel right, let's go
Perignon in my glasses, toast to competition
Ashes to ashes
@jordmax12
i got a house on my face
@DJMYSTERYYGC
Did Kanye West Do The Beat?
@yugind9256
Nope, this track has the beat from Fat Joe's track "How Did We Get Here" feat. R. Kelly, that produced Raw Uncut.
@japhonn
Sorry Game, Rick Ross's verse was way better than yours. Something about this instrumental has me hooked to this song.