Comedy Central (feat. Fabolous) (Explicit)

歌詞

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you with a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name I'ma toast on both coast, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuver 'n' move a little mo' cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' Goodnight friend, till we meet again But for now in ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front, like I'm something I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma I can't even fuck with you, If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan's, with the deuce, trey, on back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches I got them teflon's, that shove in the fo' That have undercovers and po', recovering slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb, like shovelin' snow, ghetto (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell, so much clientele, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit, that make ya nose run (*Sniffle*) Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or cocaine In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Mine's mental, others is made up stinsel When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Skit at end of the song begins)