Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Recall, artist - Raekwon. Album song The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YLimit
Song language: English
I Recall |
I remember, I recall |
I remember, I recall |
I remember, I recall |
I remember, all you said |
Aiyo, yes sir, everything’s a blessing, let the cess' splurge |
Spill it in your hand, and let the s’s turn |
You got them wild style goons in the room, with nothing but coupes |
And Pumas on, rugged beards, mean underwear |
Fly in the day, high by night, money right |
Solidified gangsta with his paintbrush writing |
Catch me off Lenox, Spanish dip, vintage shit |
Floating in the open, niggas smoking that shit, you know |
Vanilla envelopes of cess, 20 bags of bless |
Pissy drunk, in the project steps |
Throwing dice, til the sun come out, guns come out |
Trains through the 151 come out |
Then it’s back on the block, I’m running from the cops again |
The old heads love me, asking when I’m gonna stop again |
But, you know the law of the streets |
How we gon' dick the freaks and what we do over beats, bitch |
Yessa yessa, rap is under pressure |
Had me, had 'em, hungry hoody, wearing hoods, come getcha |
Four fetcha, eat tracks, Hannibal Lecter |
Keep gats, Tony Jaa, still, I’m The Protector |
Street speak, reach peeps, treat peeps aggressive |
Smif-N-Wessun, Chef connection, nothing less than perfection |
Peace number 7, God Degree’s the lesson |
Equality’s the evanescense for my peeps in the essence |
Fresh mohawk, run up in the gun store, blow off |
Jump in the couple, sled range, my dame blow off |
Bamboo need for the go, it’s like chilly |
Don’t be silly, my niggas pop wheelies for dough |
I tell you the first time, I ever laid hands on a pussy |
Smack Earth, Wind & Fire out of jazz, pussy |
That’s when niggas learned to respect my army |
Respect my gun and recognize me as a don |
Listen, I tell no lies, spread no rumors |
Have your whole family smothered, taking me for humor |
Get your laugh from elsewhere, your bricks from right here |
You bleed just like I bleed, so it’s no fear |
Aiyo, flatten niggas, what’s happening, rap niggas from Staten |
Gat chunky nine, bullets sitting in napkin |
Ready to pop your lid off, lay low in Manhattan |
Stop fronting, buttons get pressed, we jabbed 'em, tagged 'em |