Fantastic 4 (Album Version|Explicit) 歌詞
Word up word up
New sh*t Raekwon Ghostface
(Eh-yo eh-yo eh-yo )
CREAM 2001
(Who you Who you )
Fetch out my ni**a RZA
(Yea yea yea )
WHAAAAAAAT
That's right
My ni**a Clueminatti f**kin wit the intro to murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em
Callin the Lord "Help me " that's us
Thrustin through ya hood wit the dust (HOOOOO )
Lord have mercy niggas look thirsty yo
End the swine meet the inventor plus the winter
It's mine gasoline jump just spiked gloves nines
Watch my wave push one chain faded out
Racin to Spain half a million dollars in Boyd
Willy Aims slap bop top of ya glocks plus black Reebox
Rockin real ni**a sh*t callin me Pops
Golden pro' kitchen designer sh*t
Chinchilla blankets H Winston anklets on
** dealer banquets hands out fire when we spit (Haha)
The position is lit drop fifty out a blimp
Roast ya ornaments Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin fly might linger those of you ride
So let the lye sprinkle yo
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down frostin 'em
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down frostin 'em
Eh-yo how you like two Ac's
Max in the trunk lookin real dumb
Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said Ghost "Pop merked me at an early age
Hit ninety in the back of me days"
There's supreme fingers all on my dick
Loved the way I sung the Cherells
"Mercy mercy son" made 'em cum
I wrote songs for the people
Verses that'll make Nixon resign
You can do the same thing with rhymes
"I swear Ghost is doobie just imagine"
Check out what I started
Who's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it
Featherhats partin it Gladys was the baddest she wore a six
Pretty-a** foot with an arch in it
Big cars slammin eight-tracks slammin tracks
King died in sixty-five Motown cried
Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes
Fogged out glasses
The plan was to bring together all the masses
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down frostin 'em
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down frostin 'em
DJ Clue Desert Storm
Fetch out Rip Right
Loud Records Steve Rifkin Epic
CLUE
Beef and take niggas eats streets brought all my features
Temped to clog bed rallies imagine only seventeen wildin
Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies
Now I'm just lampin just stylin out in Cali
Actin like raw is the mission mission is to slap 'em
Bang jars movin in psalms manipulatin my accountant
Relaxin like blacks get jobs
Slangin in bangles y'all chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's gettin my sh*t washed
Elevator music Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores
Countin the paper takin y'all to walls
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down frostin 'em
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down frostin 'em
DJ Clue Desert Storm
The Professional Pt 2
Stupid Fetch out Dame Dash
My ni**a Jigga Big Harper
You know how we do things word up