Spot Rusherz Lyrics
| Song | Spot Rusherz |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Woods | |
| *sounds of the street, wu-tang st. ide's commercial is in the background* | |
| (this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath rae's conversation) | |
| [ghostface] who's the wallabe kid, dress down, could never be son | |
| Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one | |
| May i be blessed yes? my mic is like a laser beam | |
| That blow between the bushes, st. ide's and i the king of things | |
| [cappadon] crack the bottle of the st. ide's, sippin it's real | |
| And thrillin will i, drink it and we only | |
| Too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie | |
| And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain | |
| [rza] it was hot, on the spot, so i jetted up the block | |
| I said, ock, i'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks | |
| Of the black, i'm fully packed, always got my trojan | |
| Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin | |
| *conversation* | |
| All that good shit | |
| Yeah | |
| Knowhati'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful | |
| Word | |
| Youknowhatimean? you the whole shit of the whole night | |
| But i've seen it though, knowhati'msayin? like i seen it | |
| You know, my g is too futuristic for that shit, knowhati'msayin? | |
| Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? | |
| Tried to man, youknowhati'msayin, but she was come pullin off | |
| Word | |
| Word? | |
| Just come pullin off her as her drawers | |
| Worrrd | |
| Fuck that bitch though, knowhati'msayin? shoulda, on the real | |
| Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| It's like you hear something tomorrow right | |
| Some like yo, blahzay blahe | |
| It's the wind, i'm tellin you | |
| Yeah yeah word | |
| It's the air, i can feel it | |
| It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like | |
| The sun ain't even out | |
| Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhati'msayin? | |
| Lyrics: raekwon | |
| Yeah | |
| One-two, one-two, nigga | |
| Line for line, line for line | |
| How we get down wit da rhyme | |
| Yo, it be a line for line, line for line | |
| This is how we get down | |
| Yeah, line for line, line for line | |
| This is how we get down | |
| Yo! can you feel me? | |
| Storytellin rap magellan i ain't tellin | |
| Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin | |
| Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up | |
| Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though | |
| Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy | |
| This nigga had mega ice on chips ahoy! | |
| Cat surrounded, this political brown kid | |
| All out the wind yo, my man walked in | |
| Pullin mints out son had mad clientele | |
| Order me cristal twice kion, chill! | |
| Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state | |
| They bubble weight in far rockaway with blake carrington | |
| You know the kid with the most doe-getters | |
| And terrors on fat shit clique they rock lo sweaters | |
| That's my man, that's my man too | |
| Call him up on the strength of the wu | |
| And watch me game, yo grab the cell | |
| I got a heist to pull off well | |
| At the end of the week, i'm buyin you a l | |
| Lexus nigga, i ain't talkin bout hancock | |
| No time for weed plus no time to get locked | |
| That night, up in the staircase | |
| Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face | |
| We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump | |
| Don't try to front, you was sweatin this hilfidiger | |
| Guess who walked in - abbott and his man from farragut | |
| Confront him wit the ruger on his back, walk in black | |
| Where's your man, where's the sky blue land at? | |
| Stop playin wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat | |
| (yo, money said he be here in fifteen!) | |
| Stop lyin, wait for the millenia green to pull up | |
| He got the donna karen shit on, two rings | |
| Six carats a piece plus the chain swing | |
| Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips | |
| Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips | |
| Layin, two bottles of brass i was slayin | |
| Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment | |
| Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock | |
| Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch | |
| Kion, gag his mouth | |
| Infra-redded his head when he entered | |
| But a soft perry ellis leather with dorinda | |
| A friend of, kion's wife, kenya, the bitch larger than life | |
| Yo, shorty be fuckin mad columbian niggaz | |
| Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black lex luthor | |
| Stripped fast, the bitch had on claiborne drawers | |
| Yo rae, you about to scrape her, chill ghost | |
| Thought for a second, turned around | |
| Threw the nine in his meatloaf | |
| Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? | |
| I don't know! | |
| Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch! |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Woods | |
| sounds of the street, wutang st. ide' s commercial is in the background | |
| this is a best guess based on what' s heard underneath rae' s conversation | |
| ghostface who' s the wallabe kid, dress down, could never be son | |
| Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one | |
| May i be blessed yes? my mic is like a laser beam | |
| That blow between the bushes, st. ide' s and i the king of things | |
| cappadon crack the bottle of the st. ide' s, sippin it' s real | |
| And thrillin will i, drink it and we only | |
| Too be dope, you can' t die, them peoples do lie | |
| And if the street don' t know, you' re full of slang cane pain | |
| rza it was hot, on the spot, so i jetted up the block | |
| I said, ock, i' m hot, let' s go sit on the bay by the docks | |
| Of the black, i' m fully packed, always got my trojan | |
| Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin | |
| conversation | |
| All that good shit | |
| Yeah | |
| Knowhati' msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful | |
| Word | |
| Youknowhatimean? you the whole shit of the whole night | |
| But i' ve seen it though, knowhati' msayin? like i seen it | |
| You know, my g is too futuristic for that shit, knowhati' msayin? | |
| Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? | |
| Tried to man, youknowhati' msayin, but she was come pullin off | |
| Word | |
| Word? | |
| Just come pullin off her as her drawers | |
| Worrrd | |
| Fuck that bitch though, knowhati' msayin? shoulda, on the real | |
| Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| It' s like you hear something tomorrow right | |
| Some like yo, blahzay blahe | |
| It' s the wind, i' m tellin you | |
| Yeah yeah word | |
| It' s the air, i can feel it | |
| It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like | |
| The sun ain' t even out | |
| Yo the sun don' t shine nobody, knowhati' msayin? | |
| Lyrics: raekwon | |
| Yeah | |
| Onetwo, onetwo, nigga | |
| Line for line, line for line | |
| How we get down wit da rhyme | |
| Yo, it be a line for line, line for line | |
| This is how we get down | |
| Yeah, line for line, line for line | |
| This is how we get down | |
| Yo! can you feel me? | |
| Storytellin rap magellan i ain' t tellin | |
| Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin | |
| Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up | |
| Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though | |
| Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy | |
| This nigga had mega ice on chips ahoy! | |
| Cat surrounded, this political brown kid | |
| All out the wind yo, my man walked in | |
| Pullin mints out son had mad clientele | |
| Order me cristal twice kion, chill! | |
| Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique' s from outta state | |
| They bubble weight in far rockaway with blake carrington | |
| You know the kid with the most doegetters | |
| And terrors on fat shit clique they rock lo sweaters | |
| That' s my man, that' s my man too | |
| Call him up on the strength of the wu | |
| And watch me game, yo grab the cell | |
| I got a heist to pull off well | |
| At the end of the week, i' m buyin you a l | |
| Lexus nigga, i ain' t talkin bout hancock | |
| No time for weed plus no time to get locked | |
| That night, up in the staircase | |
| Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face | |
| We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump | |
| Don' t try to front, you was sweatin this hilfidiger | |
| Guess who walked in abbott and his man from farragut | |
| Confront him wit the ruger on his back, walk in black | |
| Where' s your man, where' s the sky blue land at? | |
| Stop playin wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat | |
| yo, money said he be here in fifteen! | |
| Stop lyin, wait for the millenia green to pull up | |
| He got the donna karen shit on, two rings | |
| Six carats a piece plus the chain swing | |
| Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips | |
| Back pockets: two clips fourfifths wit rubber grips | |
| Layin, two bottles of brass i was slayin | |
| Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment | |
| Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock | |
| Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch | |
| Kion, gag his mouth | |
| Infraredded his head when he entered | |
| But a soft perry ellis leather with dorinda | |
| A friend of, kion' s wife, kenya, the bitch larger than life | |
| Yo, shorty be fuckin mad columbian niggaz | |
| Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black lex luthor | |
| Stripped fast, the bitch had on claiborne drawers | |
| Yo rae, you about to scrape her, chill ghost | |
| Thought for a second, turned around | |
| Threw the nine in his meatloaf | |
| Yo, where' s the cash and the stash that' s mixed? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch! |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Woods | |
| sounds of the street, wutang st. ide' s commercial is in the background | |
| this is a best guess based on what' s heard underneath rae' s conversation | |
| ghostface who' s the wallabe kid, dress down, could never be son | |
| Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one | |
| May i be blessed yes? my mic is like a laser beam | |
| That blow between the bushes, st. ide' s and i the king of things | |
| cappadon crack the bottle of the st. ide' s, sippin it' s real | |
| And thrillin will i, drink it and we only | |
| Too be dope, you can' t die, them peoples do lie | |
| And if the street don' t know, you' re full of slang cane pain | |
| rza it was hot, on the spot, so i jetted up the block | |
| I said, ock, i' m hot, let' s go sit on the bay by the docks | |
| Of the black, i' m fully packed, always got my trojan | |
| Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin | |
| conversation | |
| All that good shit | |
| Yeah | |
| Knowhati' msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful | |
| Word | |
| Youknowhatimean? you the whole shit of the whole night | |
| But i' ve seen it though, knowhati' msayin? like i seen it | |
| You know, my g is too futuristic for that shit, knowhati' msayin? | |
| Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? | |
| Tried to man, youknowhati' msayin, but she was come pullin off | |
| Word | |
| Word? | |
| Just come pullin off her as her drawers | |
| Worrrd | |
| Fuck that bitch though, knowhati' msayin? shoulda, on the real | |
| Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| It' s like you hear something tomorrow right | |
| Some like yo, blahzay blahe | |
| It' s the wind, i' m tellin you | |
| Yeah yeah word | |
| It' s the air, i can feel it | |
| It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like | |
| The sun ain' t even out | |
| Yo the sun don' t shine nobody, knowhati' msayin? | |
| Lyrics: raekwon | |
| Yeah | |
| Onetwo, onetwo, nigga | |
| Line for line, line for line | |
| How we get down wit da rhyme | |
| Yo, it be a line for line, line for line | |
| This is how we get down | |
| Yeah, line for line, line for line | |
| This is how we get down | |
| Yo! can you feel me? | |
| Storytellin rap magellan i ain' t tellin | |
| Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin | |
| Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up | |
| Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though | |
| Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy | |
| This nigga had mega ice on chips ahoy! | |
| Cat surrounded, this political brown kid | |
| All out the wind yo, my man walked in | |
| Pullin mints out son had mad clientele | |
| Order me cristal twice kion, chill! | |
| Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique' s from outta state | |
| They bubble weight in far rockaway with blake carrington | |
| You know the kid with the most doegetters | |
| And terrors on fat shit clique they rock lo sweaters | |
| That' s my man, that' s my man too | |
| Call him up on the strength of the wu | |
| And watch me game, yo grab the cell | |
| I got a heist to pull off well | |
| At the end of the week, i' m buyin you a l | |
| Lexus nigga, i ain' t talkin bout hancock | |
| No time for weed plus no time to get locked | |
| That night, up in the staircase | |
| Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face | |
| We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump | |
| Don' t try to front, you was sweatin this hilfidiger | |
| Guess who walked in abbott and his man from farragut | |
| Confront him wit the ruger on his back, walk in black | |
| Where' s your man, where' s the sky blue land at? | |
| Stop playin wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat | |
| yo, money said he be here in fifteen! | |
| Stop lyin, wait for the millenia green to pull up | |
| He got the donna karen shit on, two rings | |
| Six carats a piece plus the chain swing | |
| Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips | |
| Back pockets: two clips fourfifths wit rubber grips | |
| Layin, two bottles of brass i was slayin | |
| Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment | |
| Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock | |
| Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch | |
| Kion, gag his mouth | |
| Infraredded his head when he entered | |
| But a soft perry ellis leather with dorinda | |
| A friend of, kion' s wife, kenya, the bitch larger than life | |
| Yo, shorty be fuckin mad columbian niggaz | |
| Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black lex luthor | |
| Stripped fast, the bitch had on claiborne drawers | |
| Yo rae, you about to scrape her, chill ghost | |
| Thought for a second, turned around | |
| Threw the nine in his meatloaf | |
| Yo, where' s the cash and the stash that' s mixed? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch! |
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