Lyrics Foreign Features - Sir Michael Rocks

Foreign Features

Looking around, everything is mahogany
Foreign dishes and women that you’ve never experienced
Flying through countries all over the world
That you’ve never been to
Rare animals and breeds
Exotic pets in the crib man
I’m in the '95 Lambo, off the handle
I was handling the business for big homie
While he was in Orlando
Gave me the keys to his loft, with the white grand piano
He had a tiger-cannibal animal named Rambo
Big kitchens, sick chefs, fixing chicken cacciatore
This portion of the story is the best
For all my niggas with the Polo Rugby with the crest
On they chest
We used to flex the G-U-E with the double-S
Now I want 3D TVs, and a couple sets
Of cinnamon crested Lexus' in my assets
There’s a short list of things I haven’t had yet
Ay, they call me Foreign Features from the dungeons and the depths
Concreature, Boldy James said it best
When we was sitting back talking 'bout that X6
The live just showed up
The weed just showed up
The drink just showed up
The weed just showed up
And that’s when Foreign Features showed up
…Wow
Just get a look at the luxury
Trust me nobody is touching me
Just get a look at the luxury
Trust me nobody is touching me
…Wow
Just get a look at the…
I’m in the warlock Mercedes, the doors locked
You twisting the door knob to Hades
If you reach in and you don’t knock
The show don’t stop, we don’t pose for no photo-ops
Get a load of double F, high hopes his hopes high
Sir Michael Rocks is me and I’m him (So we both die)
If something were to happen to one lies in the slum
That your mind creates, just try and concentrate
Bottom line what I’m trying to enunciate is this
I’m Foreign Features I’m the teacher of the smart stunna
Rolex link, gold chains, all summer
I got friends in high places like Paul Bunyan
Make your third eye water like raw onions
Funds in abundance, giving a tongue kiss to Lauren London
Man, don’t let the money become him
At nighttime I can wonder what becomes him
It’s like games, man put your thumbs in