Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Columbus Exchange (Skit), artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 05.06.2006
Song language: English
Columbus Exchange (Skit) |
| While in Bolivia, Tony Starks has bumped heads with drug czar Columbo\nand moved over ten pounds of raw fishscale\nYo, make sure y’all turn that water down\nWhat y’all watchin over there?\nIs that the Honeymooner marathon?\nThat shit been on all night right?\nAlright\nI smell the coke cookin, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the safe\nWoodrow the Basehead I surprised him with the first taste\nHe reached for his pipe, pulled his sleeves up\nTold him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you\nHis head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his pipe\nHe’s bleedin fatal, he smell like it’s so ripe\nTold Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his wife\nTell her to chill, feed her some white\nI heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw\nOl' Dirty dropped his drawer, he put his fronts back\nAnd snatched up his coke napkin, with thick snots hangin from his nose\nHad Woodrows bitch on the floor laughin\nGoodness gracious, Tony gosh\nPut away the Frosted Flakes, you’re killin us\nThe residue from the last batch we all was straight\nGot my son, Chet, spent five, stayed in the house look I lost weight\nSee that was Crime at the door, he got mad\nI don’t give a fuck what he got\nNiggaz can’t keep comin up here, this the spot\nYo Crime you know the spot be bumpin, pardon me\nPlus I’m paranoid, and you know the narcs be huntin\nNiggaz probably think that Starks be frontin\nCause I spazzed out, rolled up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin\nHad to size him up for bein on point, stuck now he’s fucked\nTold him play the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck\nEvery fiend that walk through the door, check if he wired up\nNo shorts, only give him a play if he buy enough\nCop ten, hit him off with a brand new stem\nOur shit is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phlegm\nMake sure you get that hundred beans from Pam\nShe popped shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man\nHe came through sellin his TV’s\nX-Box and PlayStation 3, all he wanted was three\nBig Frankenstein holdin his MB’s\nSocks hangin out, followin me\nI’m tryin to hide from the D’s, nigga |