歌词
The nigga had a pair of
Air Olden
Polynice's on
Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of
Air Christen
Slaters Rebel
I, slay the max, it's really
Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz
Rockin' the latest in
Ben Stillaways
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as
Hollywood niggaz
Now that's a money thing
Yo yo [Hook: Inspectah Deck - singing]
I was +Dashing+ through the hood
Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray
Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way
Hahaha! With my all-star team, bitches see our shine
Yo son we gotta make that +
CREAM+ whether raps or
Nixon times [Inspectah Deck]
They call me
Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body
Dinali Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple
Kawasaki Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on
Lime Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me,
I'm 'bout to 'scape like the
Roxy Ever property,
Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the +
CREAM+, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin'
Rudy Giulianni like
I'm still coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, whether
Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me
I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to
Rocky Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dread then call myself
Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained,
I am for your artery
I give the autographs but charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward
Godbody You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock
Wallys Spark the brocolli, spaz off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse
Seen.. [Chorus x4: Inspectah Deck]
Come, come, come
One for the dough, son
Give me the reasons [GZA]
They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on
Sunday? While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart
Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab with undetermined results
They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five [Chorus x4]
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