Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iced Down Medallions, artist - Royal Flush. Album song Iced Down Medallions - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.1997
Record label: Blunt
Song language: English
Iced Down Medallions |
| Motion Picture |
| Analyze the Royal Flush’ll hit ya |
| Dominate the scripture |
| Wild black emperor, protecting your perimeter |
| Rockin Jew-waal, bring on the minister, sober while I’m sticking ya |
| And roll a dutch of a indica |
| Shorty I’ve been whipping ya for years now |
| Gold teeth smile on the prowl |
| My lifestyle |
| Or better yet my position now |
| To blow you cats like trial |
| Smooth criminal |
| From New York to Quebec |
| Unbelieveable respect |
| Plan X |
| 22 ways up out the projects |
| But keep focus Iraq |
| Wastelands on the quest |
| Gettin' deeper than check |
| We all die, but who’s next? |
| And we go again |
| My enemies I keep friends |
| Cuz when I want 'em, I got 'em, and take 'em rock bottom |
| And rapid fire |
| I’ts you-vs.-I-uh |
| Hit man for hire blow the world like a live wire |
| Cuban connection, flexion, whylin', sippin' Cristal by the gallon, |
| Queens Stalion |
| (Royal Flush-No doubt) |
| Iced down medallions |
| (Royal Flush-What's it all about?) |
| Iced down medallions |
| Cuban connection, flexion', whylin', sippin Don P by the gallon, Queens stallion |
| (Royal Flush-No doubt) |
| Iced down medallions |
| (Royal Flush-What's it all about?) |
| Iced down medallions |
| Seen shit |
| Holdin it down my guns spit |
| Find my deal wit |
| Drive a 5−40 wit tint |
| Yo nice |
| Hold the strip up on the hill in the bricks |
| Flush the golden Kid |
| Wisdom knowledge, still living |
| Understand what I’m given |
| A wild life to live in, while we all driven |
| We sell drugs young black thugs |
| Who take slugs |
| Most invincible, gettin' money’s the principle |
| Everyday’s an interview |
| You know who |
| I’m talkin to the best chosen |
| Laying on 45th and Colden |
| Sellin drugs 'til the mornin |
| Swifter than my opponets |
| Fuck around and catch a bonus |
| One love to Ryan Owens |
| When you died I wasn’t holdin' |
| And ever since that day I walk around double toastin |
| With two holsters |
| Wanted posters |
| Plus whatever’s closest |
| Or die like your man in that black Testarossa |
| Flush don’t give a fuck, I’m taking over |
| Now past the Hen-Rock |
| Invest in thirty G’s of stock |
| None stop |
| Crystal poppin |
| Drop toppin |
| While the feds whatchin |
| They on my back heat me up like Al Pacino |
| Or Joe Pesci in Casino (Noreaga: Que pasa, amigo?) |
| Take keys of perico |
| Transport state to state |
| Livin' great |
| Bust around a hell gate |
| Can the key |
| Money man |
| Regulate |
| New York City, crime state |
| And bless ya L’s be on track to make an earthquake |
| Now wait |
| Desert Storm just like Kuwait |
| Watch jake |
| Can’t go to jail wit' no cake |
| Cause when I come home I’ve got to live crazy straight |
| Word up, you know mean? |
| Dust off the gat, royal flush, word up |
| Back to Iraq, Lefrak, regulate, word up, combine that, Royal Flush, bitchass… |