Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snake Eyes, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Snake Eyes |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yo, yo |
| I used to tap dance all around a nigga jaw |
| Too much flair, put Iron Sheik in a figure-four |
| Two lil' niggas hold and go and stickin' liquor stores |
| Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, motherfucker, pick a door |
| We come in gunnin', don’t grapple like Chael Sonnen |
| We hold, the cops pull us over, we laugh and rip the summons |
| Cruise on boats, stuff our hundreds in a gold vase |
| Found right beside, tucked in between both legs |
| Coca, royal cigars while I’m buzzin' off a gold plate |
| Flyin' in the Swiss Alps, bullet proof North Face |
| Chefs that do jiu-jitsu, Wu-Tang rituals |
| Bricks being broken on a scale being shipped to you |
| Hairy chest Bee Gee music, you could sniff it too |
| Scattr and Fat Nose Larry, they can sniff Peru |
| Dsigner shit only the official should listen to |
| My pockets on chicken coup, got all my opps miserable |
| Popped up in the physical, two hundred Hispanics |
| Now he wondering where his man went, start to stutter and panic |
| All this butter on my hands, I oughta cover the planet |
| Rich homies hitting my line like, «You should come to the Hamptons» |
| I just be lampin' in a Benz counting president faces |
| But lately, one I tend to see the most is Benjamin Franklin |
| There’s no dancing, y’all retreating when we enter the function |
| A grown man become a fetus like Benjamin Button |
| Chickens love it, wanna rub my stomach, even suck soft dick |
| I only bust three times during sex if I’m exhausted |
| December you might see me in Colombia eating swordfish |
| Summertime I got a fever, wrist and teeth frostbit |
| A mí ni me hablen de chavo', I’m getting paper cuts |
| Todo lo que yo estiro, pesao', you gotta weigh it up |
| You turn up stuffed then luggage in Lithuania |
| I pop up blunted with Rosenberg at WrestleMania |
| Capo, ask Rosenberg about our very first encounter |
| He was talking slick shit, that could’ve been his worst encounter |
| I was fresh out the kitchen, I was still weighin', workin' counters |
| Triple the worth of the work and I take it to the out of towners |
| When Ghost was up in Harlem shooting «Ice Cream» for the butter pecans |
| I was up in Harlem getting rid of them butter seed grams |
| They catch a body for ten, cash two for an extra three gram |
| By the power of Grayskull, the dust had 'em feelin' like He-Man |
| When Barkley was at the line shooting up foul shots with a black eye |
| I was really up in houses supplying the fiends with a crack high |
| There’s five thousand ways that you could break down a crack pot |
| Niggas either duck or get struck by these bullets when the MAC fly |
| Yeah, we that fly |
| Diplomats, I’m backed by |
| My gang, you get attacked by |
| Boy, when he up try to act— I— uh |
| Harlem |