Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something To Say, artist - Raekwon.
Date of issue: 21.11.2007
Song language: English
Something To Say |
Word up |
Yeah, yeah |
Yeah, you know what it is |
What up kid |
Yo aight look, check it, it’s going down |
You know how I go |
Wu-Tang forever |
Parazitii |
No question, no question |
Eh yo, get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef |
I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk |
Check |
You know the status |
Big carats, up in the chain |
It’s obvious, there’s no doubt in my rep |
I smoke lots of good shit |
Yeah son, running the club from here to U. S |
Next stop Bucharest |
Fly nigga with millions lay in the spot |
Where the police never come |
'Cuz them niggas is scared to death |
Got my little hungry, little A-1's with me |
Ready to blow something |
Ray come get me |
What it is yo … |
Stackin one jackin' like black bums |
But got mad money |
Throw us a check |
I love Fly-Guys languages and niggas who ride high |
All over the world my niggas supply pot |
Rock fengashiz trying to get denashiz |
So when you see us below this payments kid |
Can’t stop us |
Yeah them Staten Island mobsters with axes |
Who really get down, and shop Octopuses |
Sushi |
Niggas stay flyin Gucci |
If paper’s a crime |
Then nigga then shoot me |
Check it out nigga Fly Killers call us the |
Live 5 deadly Venoms who got style |
We got to get’em |
You know the kidz meany |
Regardless of the beat pop-off |
We gonna get down |
Let’s worm Parazitii! |
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion |
I’ve got something to say |
My words have passion |
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking |
Arrest me, arrest me for joking |
Stop bitching and get ready for the show |
My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow |
Check the flow! |
You know the plan is to see Parazitii on CD at low prices next to Black Eyed |
Peas |
Fuck money, fuck tax fees |
We throw shit on everybody from the nineties |
Like this — |
We are the white boys making noise |
We chase ugly bitches with rubber dildos, big dick toys |
I’m so fucking funny, what the fuck, I’m vicious |
I don’t believe in God, oh God, I’m not religious |
Now it’s time to come down from cloud nine |
Where the weather is fucking fine |
We can buy happiness with one dime |
Only one time so keep in mind: |
Life is like running on ice |
It’s like roll the dice |
If you don’t like prison, fool, you’d better be nice |
I’m sending this message to the shit hole you call home |
You invisible cocksucker stand by the phone |
Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit |
If you feel shitty then you must be full of shit |
Here is the message I’m trying to transmit: |
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion |
I’ve got something to say |
My words have passion |
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking |
Arrest me, arrest me for joking |
My rhymes can make your instinct thick, |
Make no mistake this musical state is not fucking fake |
You can suck my dick and relocate |
For me drinking is a sport — Victory! |
Drinking up my money for child support |
If my ship is sinking, don’t come aboard |
And save all your fucking prayers for the Lord |
I’m always ready to drink my way through life |
As I hold my dick and piss all night |
As a new born child I never sucked milk from my mom’s tit |
'Cuz my dick gets hard — this I have to admit |
I’m so sick, but my mind is bright |
And I can bang your wife at cityhall in the daylight |
People like good news and happy endings |
I like fine bitches on their knees, I’m standing |
All women are bitches except my lady back home |
And of course your bitch if you don’t listen to this alone |
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion |
I’ve got something to say |
My words have passion |
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking |
Arrest me, arrest me for joking |
Listen up, here we go |
Raekwon, Parazitii |
I feel the hip-hop classic BPM |
Listen up |
Raekwon, Parazitii |
I feel the hip-hop classic BPM |