Smith Bros. - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Smith Bros. - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | The Lex Diamond Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Smith, Smith, Smith, Tufo, Woods | |
| Take it back 1993, '94 or something | |
| Yeah, runnin' through the stairs and shit | |
| Trynna to get to the roof | |
| Narcotos is on, some other shit [Chorus x2: Raekwon] | |
| My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates | |
| We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo | |
| Pull out them burners and front, where | |
| I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Raekwon] | |
| Corner filled chains and | |
| Gucci glasses | |
| The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it | |
| Had Dominicans runnin' and eatin' steak and cheese sandwiches | |
| They in the back, braggin', the fifth slut | |
| ****in' with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would | |
| Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers | |
| I got the shit locked, | |
| I'll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked | |
| Little shit, supported the beef | |
| Fly Pierre couldn't tell me nothin' with a brand new beard | |
| Couldn't wait, but kept survivin' the years | |
| We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey's, crack faces and skulls | |
| Sit back, watchin' the mack, twist carefully | |
| It was them horrifyin' times, spit dimes | |
| Police sneak up, | |
| I hope he know the time, get mine | |
| Just livin' the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal | |
| But the game'll get you trapped when it's time, yo [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] | |
| The year's 1990, everybody grimey | |
| Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's | |
| Young shorties be gettin' their bread, haunted by | |
| Jamaicans | |
| Them niggas had their corners on red | |
| Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars | |
| Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars | |
| Smokin' through | |
| Queens, bitches stealin' | |
| Guess jeans | |
| Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams | |
| Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines | |
| Combat, get to smackin' the fiends, just max for a minute and lean | |
| All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme | |
| We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain | |
| The illest villains, walkin' in spots | |
| Playin' the corners, baby, vision or not | |
| Said yo, and when it's on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] | |
| Where all the major swingers, yo | |
| Where all the live fresh, came home, up state livin' fly rangers | |
| We rep them niggas and we love 'em | |
| Sons, we hug 'em, they make it home and be gone in a week | |
| That's some letters, all my niggas live together | |
| Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps | |
| Hold me down, love, | |
| I'll hold you fatter | |
| Watch me catch both of these actors, it's | |
| Ice Water throwin' hits in the cling | |
| Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beamin' | |
| Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean | |
| It's just a young poor hustlers thing | |
| But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid [Chorus x2] [Outro: Raekwon] | |
| Too all them killas and the bank robbers | |
| This is another, another, | |
| Smith Bros. production | |
| Production, it's | |
| Lex Diamonds, mutha****a | |
| You know what time it is |
| zuo ci : Smith, Smith, Smith, Tufo, Woods | |
| Take it back 1993, ' 94 or something | |
| Yeah, runnin' through the stairs and shit | |
| Trynna to get to the roof | |
| Narcotos is on, some other shit Chorus x2: Raekwon | |
| My niggas won' t stop til we straight, select bigger gates | |
| We won' t stop until we buyin' estate, yo | |
| Pull out them burners and front, where | |
| I' m from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won' t salute nothing Raekwon | |
| Corner filled chains and | |
| Gucci glasses | |
| The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it | |
| Had Dominicans runnin' and eatin' steak and cheese sandwiches | |
| They in the back, braggin', the fifth slut | |
| in' with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would | |
| Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers | |
| I got the shit locked, | |
| I' ll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked | |
| Little shit, supported the beef | |
| Fly Pierre couldn' t tell me nothin' with a brand new beard | |
| Couldn' t wait, but kept survivin' the years | |
| We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey' s, crack faces and skulls | |
| Sit back, watchin' the mack, twist carefully | |
| It was them horrifyin' times, spit dimes | |
| Police sneak up, | |
| I hope he know the time, get mine | |
| Just livin' the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal | |
| But the game' ll get you trapped when it' s time, yo Chorus x2 Raekwon | |
| The year' s 1990, everybody grimey | |
| Crack was what' s in it, the vehicles was 190' s | |
| Young shorties be gettin' their bread, haunted by | |
| Jamaicans | |
| Them niggas had their corners on red | |
| Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars | |
| Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars | |
| Smokin' through | |
| Queens, bitches stealin' | |
| Guess jeans | |
| Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams | |
| Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines | |
| Combat, get to smackin' the fiends, just max for a minute and lean | |
| All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme | |
| We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain | |
| The illest villains, walkin' in spots | |
| Playin' the corners, baby, vision or not | |
| Said yo, and when it' s on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops Chorus x2 Raekwon | |
| Where all the major swingers, yo | |
| Where all the live fresh, came home, up state livin' fly rangers | |
| We rep them niggas and we love ' em | |
| Sons, we hug ' em, they make it home and be gone in a week | |
| That' s some letters, all my niggas live together | |
| Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps | |
| Hold me down, love, | |
| I' ll hold you fatter | |
| Watch me catch both of these actors, it' s | |
| Ice Water throwin' hits in the cling | |
| Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beamin' | |
| Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean | |
| It' s just a young poor hustlers thing | |
| But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid Chorus x2 Outro: Raekwon | |
| Too all them killas and the bank robbers | |
| This is another, another, | |
| Smith Bros. production | |
| Production, it' s | |
| Lex Diamonds, mutha a | |
| You know what time it is |
| zuò cí : Smith, Smith, Smith, Tufo, Woods | |
| Take it back 1993, ' 94 or something | |
| Yeah, runnin' through the stairs and shit | |
| Trynna to get to the roof | |
| Narcotos is on, some other shit Chorus x2: Raekwon | |
| My niggas won' t stop til we straight, select bigger gates | |
| We won' t stop until we buyin' estate, yo | |
| Pull out them burners and front, where | |
| I' m from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won' t salute nothing Raekwon | |
| Corner filled chains and | |
| Gucci glasses | |
| The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it | |
| Had Dominicans runnin' and eatin' steak and cheese sandwiches | |
| They in the back, braggin', the fifth slut | |
| in' with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would | |
| Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers | |
| I got the shit locked, | |
| I' ll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked | |
| Little shit, supported the beef | |
| Fly Pierre couldn' t tell me nothin' with a brand new beard | |
| Couldn' t wait, but kept survivin' the years | |
| We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey' s, crack faces and skulls | |
| Sit back, watchin' the mack, twist carefully | |
| It was them horrifyin' times, spit dimes | |
| Police sneak up, | |
| I hope he know the time, get mine | |
| Just livin' the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal | |
| But the game' ll get you trapped when it' s time, yo Chorus x2 Raekwon | |
| The year' s 1990, everybody grimey | |
| Crack was what' s in it, the vehicles was 190' s | |
| Young shorties be gettin' their bread, haunted by | |
| Jamaicans | |
| Them niggas had their corners on red | |
| Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars | |
| Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars | |
| Smokin' through | |
| Queens, bitches stealin' | |
| Guess jeans | |
| Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams | |
| Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines | |
| Combat, get to smackin' the fiends, just max for a minute and lean | |
| All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme | |
| We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain | |
| The illest villains, walkin' in spots | |
| Playin' the corners, baby, vision or not | |
| Said yo, and when it' s on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops Chorus x2 Raekwon | |
| Where all the major swingers, yo | |
| Where all the live fresh, came home, up state livin' fly rangers | |
| We rep them niggas and we love ' em | |
| Sons, we hug ' em, they make it home and be gone in a week | |
| That' s some letters, all my niggas live together | |
| Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps | |
| Hold me down, love, | |
| I' ll hold you fatter | |
| Watch me catch both of these actors, it' s | |
| Ice Water throwin' hits in the cling | |
| Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beamin' | |
| Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean | |
| It' s just a young poor hustlers thing | |
| But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid Chorus x2 Outro: Raekwon | |
| Too all them killas and the bank robbers | |
| This is another, another, | |
| Smith Bros. production | |
| Production, it' s | |
| Lex Diamonds, mutha a | |
| You know what time it is |
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