DJ Clue - Cream 2001 текст песни

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feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon

[Intro: DJ Clue (Raekwon)]
Word up, word up
New shit.. Raekwon.. Ghostface
(Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..)
CREAM.. 2001
(Who you? Who you?)
Fetch out.. my nigga RZA
(Yea.. yea.. yea..)
WHAAAAAAAT?

[Raekwon]
That's right..
My nigga Clueminatti fuckin wit the intro, murder somebody
We check-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em
Lord help 'em, that's us, fresh through ya hood wit the dust
Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo
End the swine, meat inventor, plus the winter
It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, nines
Watch my whereabouts, one chain faded out
In Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd, Willie Mays
Laugh hot, tower ya glocks, plus black box
Reeboks, rockin real nigga shit, call me Pops
Golden pro', kitchen designer shit
Check the blankets, H. Winston anklets on
Drug anchors, got fire when we spit
The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp
Post the ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride, Selena
Let the lies splinter y'all

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
Yo we went together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats, hittin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down, frostin 'em

[Ghostface Killah]
Eh-yo, how you like that?
Max in the trunk, lookin real dumb
Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said Ghost, "Pac hurt me at an early age"
Hint out in the back of me days
There's supreme fingers all over my dick
Loved the way I sung the ??
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 you be just what I imagine"
Check out what I started
Who's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it?
Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six
Pretty-ass 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

[Chorus 2X w/ Clue shouts]

[Raekwon]
Money Mohammed Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers
Got beef and take niggas eats, bought all my features
Temped to clog bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildin
Who spent out ten 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, be like chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's, gettin my shit washed
Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores
On paper, takin y'all to walls

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm
The Professional, Pt. 2
Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame Dash
My nigga Jigga, Big Harper
You know how we do things, word up

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