Pa-Blow Escablow - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Pa-Blow Escablow - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | The Lex Diamond Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chicchetti, Claps, Flemming ... | |
| (feat. Polite) [Chorus x2: Raekwon] | |
| Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man | |
| A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga | |
| Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand | |
| Picture me in the housing, serving much crack | |
| Cat look at me, | |
| I'm real, lobbin' on the field | |
| For real, | |
| I shot niggas shakin' their hands, | |
| I'm ill Damn, one of them business man's | |
| I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time (That's fam..) [Polite:] (oh shit) [Raekwon] | |
| That's fam, one of those | |
| Columbians who got money | |
| One of those niggas might try to get up on me | |
| Yo, damn, | |
| I need to eat, and | |
| I'm a man | |
| I'm a stand up, nigga, | |
| I'mma handle when | |
| I'm makin' my plan | |
| Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me | |
| One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van | |
| All ill technology to watch if | |
| I ran, he only gave me | |
| Woody gave sixty eight other black mans [Interlude: Polite] | |
| Now.. if Pa- | |
| Blow would've kept it gangsta | |
| None of this shit would've never happened [Raekwon] | |
| Now the DE | |
| A was on his ass | |
| Slick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin' | |
| Handsome big niggas around him | |
| Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam | |
| Most them niggas fastin' | |
| Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass | |
| Had made backs, eight labs, his date was | |
| Miss Mass- | |
| Achusetts, | |
| Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass | |
| You can't **** with the cartel, you barked at it | |
| Jabbed her and shot her in the back, | |
| I can't stand the bird | |
| Word to furs, | |
| I need big wizes | |
| He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches" | |
| Frozen burner henchman, flash the great | |
| Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones | |
| Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin' | |
| I'm in shock, starin' it down [Interlude: Polite] | |
| Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy! [Raekwon] | |
| The killas increase, he fell, but | |
| Maybe a little bit, the | |
| Mediene Cartel will fail | |
| Diego his horse, with | |
| George Young | |
| Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' | |
| Cuba with lumps, yeah | |
| Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff | |
| Gettin' lift ownin' | |
| Miami yo Flips got bigger, makin' more trails | |
| Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, | |
| I'm eatin' fresh veal | |
| Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved | |
| The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders | |
| Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a | |
| Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him | |
| The ****in' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold | |
| We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta | |
| Yeah we're drippin' it with more salsa | |
| And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers | |
| But it wasn't him. [Outro: Polite] | |
| The story.. oh shit.. motha****a! | |
| Hahahahaha |
| zuo ci : Chicchetti, Claps, Flemming ... | |
| feat. Polite Chorus x2: Raekwon | |
| Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man | |
| A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga | |
| Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand | |
| Picture me in the housing, serving much crack | |
| Cat look at me, | |
| I' m real, lobbin' on the field | |
| For real, | |
| I shot niggas shakin' their hands, | |
| I' m ill Damn, one of them business man' s | |
| I just seen ' em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time That' s fam.. Polite: oh shit Raekwon | |
| That' s fam, one of those | |
| Columbians who got money | |
| One of those niggas might try to get up on me | |
| Yo, damn, | |
| I need to eat, and | |
| I' m a man | |
| I' m a stand up, nigga, | |
| I' mma handle when | |
| I' m makin' my plan | |
| Pop, I' ll take two hundred bricks, hit me | |
| One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van | |
| All ill technology to watch if | |
| I ran, he only gave me | |
| Woody gave sixty eight other black mans Interlude: Polite | |
| Now.. if Pa | |
| Blow would' ve kept it gangsta | |
| None of this shit would' ve never happened Raekwon | |
| Now the DE | |
| A was on his ass | |
| Slick Saucony' s on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin' | |
| Handsome big niggas around him | |
| Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam | |
| Most them niggas fastin' | |
| Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass | |
| Had made backs, eight labs, his date was | |
| Miss Mass | |
| Achusetts, | |
| Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass | |
| You can' t with the cartel, you barked at it | |
| Jabbed her and shot her in the back, | |
| I can' t stand the bird | |
| Word to furs, | |
| I need big wizes | |
| He looked at me, " Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches" | |
| Frozen burner henchman, flash the great | |
| Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones | |
| Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don' t trust nothin' | |
| I' m in shock, starin' it down Interlude: Polite | |
| Now.. here' s where this shit gets crazy! Raekwon | |
| The killas increase, he fell, but | |
| Maybe a little bit, the | |
| Mediene Cartel will fail | |
| Diego his horse, with | |
| George Young | |
| Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' | |
| Cuba with lumps, yeah | |
| Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff | |
| Gettin' lift ownin' | |
| Miami yo Flips got bigger, makin' more trails | |
| Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, | |
| I' m eatin' fresh veal | |
| PaBlow, the largest nigga involved | |
| The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders | |
| Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a | |
| Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him | |
| The in' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold | |
| We' re eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta | |
| Yeah we' re drippin' it with more salsa | |
| And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers | |
| But it wasn' t him. Outro: Polite | |
| The story.. oh shit.. motha a! | |
| Hahahahaha |
| zuò cí : Chicchetti, Claps, Flemming ... | |
| feat. Polite Chorus x2: Raekwon | |
| Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man | |
| A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga | |
| Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand | |
| Picture me in the housing, serving much crack | |
| Cat look at me, | |
| I' m real, lobbin' on the field | |
| For real, | |
| I shot niggas shakin' their hands, | |
| I' m ill Damn, one of them business man' s | |
| I just seen ' em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time That' s fam.. Polite: oh shit Raekwon | |
| That' s fam, one of those | |
| Columbians who got money | |
| One of those niggas might try to get up on me | |
| Yo, damn, | |
| I need to eat, and | |
| I' m a man | |
| I' m a stand up, nigga, | |
| I' mma handle when | |
| I' m makin' my plan | |
| Pop, I' ll take two hundred bricks, hit me | |
| One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van | |
| All ill technology to watch if | |
| I ran, he only gave me | |
| Woody gave sixty eight other black mans Interlude: Polite | |
| Now.. if Pa | |
| Blow would' ve kept it gangsta | |
| None of this shit would' ve never happened Raekwon | |
| Now the DE | |
| A was on his ass | |
| Slick Saucony' s on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin' | |
| Handsome big niggas around him | |
| Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam | |
| Most them niggas fastin' | |
| Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass | |
| Had made backs, eight labs, his date was | |
| Miss Mass | |
| Achusetts, | |
| Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass | |
| You can' t with the cartel, you barked at it | |
| Jabbed her and shot her in the back, | |
| I can' t stand the bird | |
| Word to furs, | |
| I need big wizes | |
| He looked at me, " Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches" | |
| Frozen burner henchman, flash the great | |
| Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones | |
| Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don' t trust nothin' | |
| I' m in shock, starin' it down Interlude: Polite | |
| Now.. here' s where this shit gets crazy! Raekwon | |
| The killas increase, he fell, but | |
| Maybe a little bit, the | |
| Mediene Cartel will fail | |
| Diego his horse, with | |
| George Young | |
| Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' | |
| Cuba with lumps, yeah | |
| Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff | |
| Gettin' lift ownin' | |
| Miami yo Flips got bigger, makin' more trails | |
| Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, | |
| I' m eatin' fresh veal | |
| PaBlow, the largest nigga involved | |
| The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders | |
| Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a | |
| Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him | |
| The in' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold | |
| We' re eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta | |
| Yeah we' re drippin' it with more salsa | |
| And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers | |
| But it wasn' t him. Outro: Polite | |
| The story.. oh shit.. motha a! | |
| Hahahahaha |
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