Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Frozen , by - Raekwon. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Frozen |
| «how can I forget you"4x |
| Rick the ruler, raekwon, hehe the chef, check one two |
| Touch more, taste a glass of oil |
| Flash yours rae |
| Money we saw, left em dead on the door, dick |
| Rots look chunky on the index |
| Straight up, lee vets and like old adidas sweats |
| We the the illest vets |
| Apologies, even a non-dog holler «hes honor» |
| Please, appreciate shit I clog wallabees |
| Brothas wit they fists like oaks wood |
| Provokes doom, and youre also about to go broke soon |
| Mad current merchants, we nursed it Bad guerillas, feed us like guaranteed they gon kill us Fleeing, ninety in a night suit, g-ing white dudes |
| Hit the locks first, we made a right troop |
| Im lushin russian women, via satelite Im watchin |
| I dare a nigga say he wanna battle me, Ill crush ya Even blind girls rush next to hammera and scream out |
| «oh my gosh, get the camera» |
| Chorus |
| Yo we frozen, lay on the bount now, we a day on Ill niggas yellin «throw rick and rae on» |
| Hydro, how did I blow, how did I flow |
| Did I glow, let them niggas know |
| (yo) |
| Rap wars commence and they kids cause offense |
| I dont have to say a word and your bitch-drawers are drenched |
| Didnt say I was gonna murder the fella |
| But the ruler got some shit the could stop a herd of gorillas |
| Stressed wit hollywood hoes, actin up Backin up, what? |
| this yours, what? |
| Crawlin in the cut, we lee major |
| Gems on wit timbs, brims on drawn to lay you up Layin in the day wit what? |
| Next pull up ceo wit bank books full up Even though hes overwhelmed, this nigga rolls royce pull up One of the baddest come, noddin to a spanish song |
| Slung, orange woolridge park and a savannah pump |
| Severe teaspoons, scary money on the moon |
| Lampin wit a big goon, keep shit tight like a kids room |
| Big bird in the driveway, bullet out friday |
| Im liver that way, I ride only the fly way |
| Olive-green thinkin, ship sinkin |
| Deep-dish thinkin, big fish tank, wrist full of franklins |
| This mock-neck, shark-skin money |
| Eighty-eight, summer reader dun? |
| dummeries? |
| Rock dungarees |
| Punctures his lung, son says «i dont want this» |
| Even this so-so beat I make monstrous |
| Lady cops stake to watch pair hoods |
| «freeze, youre under arrest, you look mad good» |
| Hot and dont fret retard who wont let the new sherifs in town |
| What part you dont get? |
| Rick and rae, and now we storin the passion |
| The fashion, the dress, I went to work on your ass |