Catalina ft lyfe jenningsftd-Raekwon

歌手 : Raekwon
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:28

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TXT Catalina ft lyfe jenningsftd-Raekwon 文本歌词

Where is he?
Concentrating on the job
Don't disturb the
DoctorYeah
Word upWho said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit?
Real rap, you know?
Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brother
Word upTime to recreate the power
You know what it is man
Nothing but gangsta s**t baby
Let's go Doc
I need that prescription
Ey yo (ey yo)
I grew up on the foul side
Nickel-bag valcyte
Purple tops, two for fives
I had seven grams
Outside with my eleven mans
On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands
Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming
Jump in the window let your
Nikes fly, hide the flakes
Guess up in the hill it was real to me
What a n***a woulda did if you steal from me
All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions
Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building
Mad fiends, bags and green,
Gillette razors, fly neighbors
All our blazers designer jeans
That's why we live (yup)
Niggas need s**t in their crib
Go broke, you go and rope you a
VickIt's just full-time stragglers
Niggas try to take your place
And smile in your face
But still in all backstabbers
I'm just trying to get on
Leave a couple mil to my kids when
I'm goneAnd n***a that ain't cologne
It's the smell of this money
I'm just trying to get home
Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up
I don't know when the toilet gonna back up
And put me in some s**t that
I can't get out of
Come onBags of money
Trying to stay rich and fly
Keep it cool, silks and dungarees
Krug glasses and food
Grilled salmon, trying to make a move
Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes
How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut
Pacing from here to
LA and Hawaii and
CubaBlue new oozie too serial numbers is braille
So when you rub against it feel on (?)
Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas
With rubber bezels who drive
Exeleros with jewels(?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups
And noodles that spell out "Yall niggas the truth"
What it is baby boy, reclining in a big
Benz lazyboy
Endsed up, lenses on,
Chips Ahoy
Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue
And cock-block but can't stop the official
I'm just trying to get on
Leave a couple mil to my kids when
I'm goneAnd n***a that ain't cologne
It's the smell of this money
I'm just trying to get home
Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up
I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up
And put me in some s**t that
I can't get out of