Yessir
(专辑: Staten Go Hard Vol. 1 - 2010)
[Intro: w/ Raekwon ad-libs] [Raekwon:] No more rocks, Rubber glocks homie Move here all I
hear, Call the
cops on me Ankle gold straight for my chucks, Chevy truck Good CD, I
rhyme to every nigga with I'll weed We at the
cheeba house toast'n, Rhymes we roast'n a
hundred K
All they say is Rae and Ghost shitted Mind frame puzzled, Bezzle cost one million franks The
Louie luggage bordered in Brussels No he didn't, Harry Winston watch, My time's limit I.C.S., The G
kitted, We fitted Making my way all through the
garden Large nigga respect, Yep, The
Chef up, He kept calling Counter move'n with my shorty, We both lizard down Her neck, My ring blizzard down, Get up in the
South Cooling with the
hood goonies The
Mickey Rooney's of the
Project when mad logic step in the
room [Hook: Reakwon] (Yes sir) Where niggas rock mink coats and carry a
mink tote We got our bitches on mean boats (Yes Sir) The
money that come we spending it, Getting it Don't give a
fuck you get shot in the
rented kid (Yes Sir) Don't play with the
Kings with blings on (Yes Sir) No fake shit, Say the
wrong thing and your team's gone (Yes Sir) From killers and rap niggas who clap niggas up What, Yeah but, Go get your little gats nigga [Ghostface Killah:] Yo this ain't your average type boss shit Steel pipes big enough to blow out your fausete We car buying, Bar buying, Not to mention My wall got flicks of me standing in the
back of a
large lion Shearling on, Shirt chill burning my man up Style is back up in this like P. and E. Sermon So what ya'll wanna do these bars is French toast Sin City style I'm like Marv in the
trench coat Busting off arrows like Cupid The
truth is I
got the
mother load from my girl and booked it Went to my cell shitted out then pooped it Sat broken down twenty dollars for two sticks Uhh, I'm a
hustler, Ya'll my customers Broke niggas just wanna smoke like a
muffler homie It's Crooked I
and the
Chef, And of course me Michael Phelps of this shit who wanna endorse me [Hook] [Crooked I:] If it's war I'm reaching for the
heat I
got bullets the
size prehistoric teeth That'll bite you like the
heater or the
beef So I
feed it more to eat, To lead a
boy your sleep Leave em leaking on the
street Then I'm creeping low, Discreet I'm the
reason for police when I'm squeezing on my piece Like I
be squeezing on your piece When she drinking on my skeet She move when a
gangsta say so She wanna pop skittles, Wanna taste the
rainbow You never know, Crooked could be poke'n your Mom In ?
while smoke'n a
bong, The
ultimate Don Closed mouth don't get feed, I'm quoting you Psalms Closed fists don't get bread, So open your palms Yeah, How can you not feel that I'm on Rodeo with the
top peeled back yelling C.O.B. I
took a
vow of abstinence for ya sucker emcees Which mean I
swear to God none of ya'll fucking with me, Uhh [Outro: w/ Raekwon ad-libs]