lirik lagu raekwon - whips and kicks
[intro: raekwon]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah n-gg-
that’s all ya’ll n-gg-s talk about all f-cking day man
the whips man, f-cking cars and all that sh-t
f-cking vehicles and sh-t man
we been swing’n and all these n-gg-s need to cut it out man
cause ya’ll n-gg-s is babies man
[raekwon:]
remember the four runner’s, corsica’s, back with the gold cunnions
maxima yep, stances, audis with sick vances
datsun’s, corolla’s, all of the oldies yo
riding through the city, jetta’s and volvo’s
crestas’ was for the extra terrestrial
alpha romeo’s, yeah the wrangler’s and lexus’
pinto’s, geo’s, suzuki’s was the truth yo
making them up town trips, cops’ll shoot you though
benz’s, five-sixties’, gallant’s and the fly rivies
rivera’s look grisly huh
you know we come through, something mean under the sun roof
i blow a blunt, poof, shorty singing i’m koof
yeah the sterling, the grand am’s
the lincoln with the crab amps
made me mad, in the blazer we all crampted
six deep, four bags of cheeba, a crisp beat
all i need to show you now is a sick jeep
[az:]
eighty-four mopeds, blue and white pro-keds
just started puff’n, got instructions for an old head
co-ved, wally rock’n n-gg-s tryna grow dreads
back in the bush, church ave. on the juxs
sh-ll toes, black and white, no laces in em
pat u-edition had his whole face in em
straight leg denims, taylor made sh-t
kareem laker colors, low cut suede tip
stay dipped, stan smith lay sick
two-toned colors, put the taps on the rubber
puma rock’n n-gg-, f-ck a womber i was bigger
see a b-tch in seconds an -ssumed that i could rip her
none hipper, copped kicks with the zippers
the fila’s arrived, it was levi’s and high
in v tracks i was simply the mack
everything i sn-tched had to match with the hat
reebok rocker, whole crew couldn’t knock us
f-ck who, only thing to do was just glock us
valley compet-tions and the jordan’s h-t stores
i’m sitting reminiscing, t. la rock it’s yours
now fast forward time n-gg- still on the grind
haters everywhere, n-gg- still gotta shine
gucci’s all kinds, switch em up for the weather
louis’ in lime, only do it for the pleasure
come fresher, from the tech on the dresser
fifth in the waist, still crys’d and i’m laced
[outro: az]
n-gg-s, and i do it for real you dig
you know, i still rock the gor-tex and tim’s when necessary
other then that, bogary low cuts the minimum
or i do the italian cl-ssic olympic cut gucci’s
three quarters, you b-m -ss n-gg-s
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu jls - shy of the cool
- lirik lagu saturdays - last call
- lirik lagu autumn in disguise - what makes life taste better
- lirik lagu qwel - hall of mirrors
- lirik lagu mike posner - long time
- lirik lagu quinton storm - my number 1
- lirik lagu kate bush - snowflake
- lirik lagu range - pushing me away
- lirik lagu qwote - roses
- lirik lagu mishon - in the pocket