Song | Pyrex Vision |
Artist | Raekwon |
Album | Only Built For Cuban Linx 2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Williams, Woods | |
Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo [Raekwon] | |
The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke | |
**** it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen | |
Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing, break it down, yo | |
Chop it like he raided your luggage | |
Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling | |
Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin | |
What up beloved? | |
Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it | |
Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it | |
Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out | |
All I see is all white stuff, suds in it | |
Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates | |
We thinking ten mil a man, nigga, **** it | |
It's on, get the baking soda, dump it | |
How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? | |
Get it jumping | |
Live by the code and we thumping | |
Nigga take this, **** around and taste a flake bitch, you drunk it | |
It's all in the eyes of the hungry | |
It's all for the wise and the humbly, the rise came upon me |
zuo qu : Williams, Woods | |
Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo Raekwon | |
The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke | |
it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen | |
Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing, break it down, yo | |
Chop it like he raided your luggage | |
Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling | |
Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin | |
What up beloved? | |
Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it | |
Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it | |
Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out | |
All I see is all white stuff, suds in it | |
Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates | |
We thinking ten mil a man, nigga, it | |
It' s on, get the baking soda, dump it | |
How many niggas' ll pump to get eighty more? | |
Get it jumping | |
Live by the code and we thumping | |
Nigga take this, around and taste a flake bitch, you drunk it | |
It' s all in the eyes of the hungry | |
It' s all for the wise and the humbly, the rise came upon me |
zuò qǔ : Williams, Woods | |
Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo Raekwon | |
The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke | |
it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen | |
Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing, break it down, yo | |
Chop it like he raided your luggage | |
Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling | |
Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin | |
What up beloved? | |
Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it | |
Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it | |
Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out | |
All I see is all white stuff, suds in it | |
Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates | |
We thinking ten mil a man, nigga, it | |
It' s on, get the baking soda, dump it | |
How many niggas' ll pump to get eighty more? | |
Get it jumping | |
Live by the code and we thumping | |
Nigga take this, around and taste a flake bitch, you drunk it | |
It' s all in the eyes of the hungry | |
It' s all for the wise and the humbly, the rise came upon me |