| We doing this baby
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| Oh shit!
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| What the fuck happened
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| Nah man, Nah
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| Nah this what I’mma do
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| I’mma get on the phone one time
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| Stupid, yo, aiyyo
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| Aiyyo
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| Why this shit ain’t cooking up right
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| Papi told me this is solid white
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| Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
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| Still in all it’s a play out
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| Tired of spending money
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| Might get them niggas laid out
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| Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
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| Stop acting hostile yo
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| And yo don’t point that shit at me
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| Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
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| Wid spanish niggas using languages and shit
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| I’m feeling like a dick
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| Left the crib wit my hand brolic
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| This is some bullshit
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| Might get knocked take the wrist coward
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| Yo Fernando what happened?
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| Shit cooking up backwards
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| Light up a Backwood
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| Don’t make me backtrack
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| Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
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| Saying in my mind
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| Fuck that papi gotta pay off
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| Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
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| Yo Louis this ain’t our product
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| This is Carlos family
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| Oh y’all wanna play me like a smoker
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| Coming out my ice choker
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| My man in the back, looking colder
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| Papi yo why y’all wanna jucks me
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| Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
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| Fuck it, pull out the pot let’s cook it
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| Light the stove up
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| Julie go to the store get some flour
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| Sat back burning a big dutch
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| With the crisp 18 shot Glock, stashed in my nuts
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| Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
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| Now it start drizzling
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| Rainy day murder black won’t miss him
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| Still I’m yelling this shit is business
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| But they still ain’t gon' violate
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| What I stand for wid these drizzers
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| He took it off the stove run the water
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| Trying to work me yo
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| Knew I shouldn’ta hit the nigga’s daughter
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| He mighta showed more love
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| Than went in the freezer
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| Broke the ice down, pour it in
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| We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
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| Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through
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| Feeling like Castro’s cousin
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| Gave them niggas all of my life
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| All of my paper all my judgement
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| It droppa only like an ounce worth
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| Should I just come out my shirt
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| Go berserk and let the Macks burst
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| Skate off body in the Bronx
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| Same shit Gotti was on
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| Shallah they gonna get your’s play it calm
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| Seventeen five was the total plus the five
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| Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yae-Yo , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп