Released: May 6, 2009
Featuring: AZ
Songwriter: Raekwon AZ
Producer: BT Rockwell
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga
That's all yall niggas talk about all fucking day man
The whips man, fucking cars and all that shit
Fucking vehicles and shit man
We been swingin' and all these niggas need to cut it out man
Cause ya'll niggas is babies man
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Remember the Four Runners, Corsicas, back with the gold cunnions
Maxima yep, stances, Audis with sick vances
Datsuns, Corollas, all of the oldies yo
Riding through the city, Jettas and Volvos
Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial
Alpha Romeos, yeah the Wranglers and Lexus'
Pintos, Geos, Suzukis was the truth yo
Making them up town trips, cops'll shoot you though
Benzs, five-sixties, Galants and the fly Rivies
Riveras 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 Ams
The Lincoln with the crab amps
Made me mad, in the Blazer we all cramped
Six deep, four bags of cheeba, a crisp beat
All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep
[Verse 2: AZ]
Eighty-four mopeds, blue and white Pro-Keds
Just started puff'n, got instructions from an old head
Co-ved, wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads
Back in the bush, Church Ave on the juxs
Shell toes, black and white, no laces in 'em
Pat U-edition had his whole face in 'em
Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit
Kareem Laker colors, low cut suede tip
Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick
Two-toned colors, put the taps on the rubber
Puma rockin' nigga, fuck a womber I was bigger
See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her
None hipper, copped kicks with the zippers
The Filas arrived, it was Levis and high
In V Tracks I was simply the mack
Everything I snatched had to match with the hat
Reebok rocker, whole crew couldn't knock us
Fuck who, only thing to do was just Glock us
Valley Competitions and the Jordans hit stores
I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours
Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind
Haters everywhere, nigga still gotta shine
Guccis 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]
Niggas, And I do it for real you dig
You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tims when necessary
Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum
Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Guccis
Three quarters, you bum ass niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga
That's all yall niggas talk about all fucking day man
The whips man, fucking cars and all that shit
Fucking vehicles and shit man
We been swingin' and all these niggas need to cut it out man
Cause ya'll niggas is babies man
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Remember the Four Runners, Corsicas, back with the gold cunnions
Maxima yep, stances, Audis with sick vances
Datsuns, Corollas, all of the oldies yo
Riding through the city, Jettas and Volvos
Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial
Alpha Romeos, yeah the Wranglers and Lexus'
Pintos, Geos, Suzukis was the truth yo
Making them up town trips, cops'll shoot you though
Benzs, five-sixties, Galants and the fly Rivies
Riveras 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 Ams
The Lincoln with the crab amps
Made me mad, in the Blazer we all cramped
Six deep, four bags of cheeba, a crisp beat
All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep
[Verse 2: AZ]
Eighty-four mopeds, blue and white Pro-Keds
Just started puff'n, got instructions from an old head
Co-ved, wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads
Back in the bush, Church Ave on the juxs
Shell toes, black and white, no laces in 'em
Pat U-edition had his whole face in 'em
Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit
Kareem Laker colors, low cut suede tip
Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick
Two-toned colors, put the taps on the rubber
Puma rockin' nigga, fuck a womber I was bigger
See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her
None hipper, copped kicks with the zippers
The Filas arrived, it was Levis and high
In V Tracks I was simply the mack
Everything I snatched had to match with the hat
Reebok rocker, whole crew couldn't knock us
Fuck who, only thing to do was just Glock us
Valley Competitions and the Jordans hit stores
I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours
Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind
Haters everywhere, nigga still gotta shine
Guccis 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]
Niggas, And I do it for real you dig
You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tims when necessary
Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum
Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Guccis
Three quarters, you bum ass niggas
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Blood on Chef’s Apron (2009)
Raekwon popular songs
- Ice Cream
- Verbal Intercourse
- Guillotine (Swordz)
- Incarcerated Scarfaces
- Criminology
- Wu-Gambinos
- Glaciers of Ice
- Knuckleheadz
- Knowledge God
- Still Strugglin’
- Rainy Dayz
- Heaven & Hell
- Ice Water
- Shark Niggas (Biters)
- Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)
- Wisdom Body
- North Star (Jewels)
- Striving For Perfection
- Rich and Black
- House of Flying Daggers
- Spot Rusherz
- New Wu
- I Got Money
- Gihad