Rec-Room Therapy(Explicit) feat. Raekwon,U-God

歌詞

Ight now this is how we gon' do this Youknowhatimsaying Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then When was doing this shit son youknowhatimean Yeah check the story I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets You could of found of me on the steps dusted unable to call it Jums in my pocket the rental was stolen tapping pockets On the local drug dealers just to see what they holding I know niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon The acid done bubbled up now they stomach's is swollen That just life in the hood surrounded class who we bag in our stash The ultraviolet haze we hit it and pass We toast to the Ghost of old days yeah old ager hump We rap renegades must stay paid Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money) Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money) Big fluffed out gooses on Stan Smiths The housing cops can suck our dicks we jumping out Of convertible matchbox next drip inhaling Chilling my throat frozen my orange brick Bottles of Cru' with Baby Phats they swinging ax They singing you still blinging daddy now bring it back The smokest rap honey I'mma need a match To bust the game wide open I'mma need an ax I juggle this practice smuggle heroin in the cactus Keep a hood I still go and fuck a fat Actress slinging the backs of five Cleopatras A cocaine Chef I stretch money like elastic My raps is bigger dynamics with the muscle advantage Jake Cutler on dust when I blam Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money) Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money) n bagging since 18 kid Polo Rugs on with gloves on Rented cars fronting on winning broads Gum slow half moon leather pants Avia' days Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves Beneton Superman bomb everybody in the lobby we clapping Hats on protecting your moms you know how we play Spray something down if the team say It's on I dedicate my lines to the PJ's Triple beams Pyrex jars smoking nickle weeds All we did is look mad fly icicle rings Whatever homeboy you want it You could get your receipt A little closer you can sense we got heat it's only me Plus four other ill gangstas we all anxious To blow up your block and spank Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money) Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money) Yo I'm down for the get down hit the town sick the bloodhounds on 'em I rip clowns I flip pounds I spit rounds I'm on the prowl my stomach growl crushed by the crowd Rush through Loud Records drop mushroom clouds I'm not a rapper I'm spellbound I melt down Your G-Force with heat walks Free falling to a better money bet he's hungry Spread the honey big head inside the Humvee Mix lead inside my lungies spend bread on my Dungarees And such and such Ghost plugged me with this slut Don't hug me bug me I'm ugly when I fuck I'm hard like a jungle hunter bust off in Heather Double cross me lift your boss off your feet 'course he's feather Whatever whatever he cried indepence Tennis players get fried playing both sides of the ends Keep your eyes on your friends cuz they spy for the feds Watch me rise from the dead I got ties with the dreads Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money) Get money (get money) Get money Ghost (get money)