Pa-Blow Escablow - Album Version (Explicit)

Pa-Blow Escablow - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics

Song Pa-Blow Escablow - Album Version (Explicit)
Artist Raekwon
Album The Lex Diamond Story
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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
Pa-Blow Escablow - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
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