Satisfaction Guaranteed Lyrics
| Song | Satisfaction Guaranteed |
| Artist | Rakim |
| Album | The Seventh Seal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Uh…..I got it good (Neyo) | |
| I put product in the street that sell quicker than weed, | |
| I spit it raw like | |
| I’m flippin a key | |
| I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) | |
| I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) | |
| I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than | |
| D,I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) | |
| I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) | |
| Uh, its what they been waitin for…… | |
| I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the game they still fiendin | |
| My hustle and flow, sound like | |
| C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town like key-notes | |
| I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like | |
| I’m trafficking drugs(I got what y’all need) | |
| Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when y’all cop it | |
| Any hood or any city | |
| I’m pumpin in, any slum | |
| I’m in, my custom is come again | |
| Spit flow by the boatload like a | |
| Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in | |
| Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters can’t dupe what | |
| I spitLike | |
| Freddy told | |
| Priest in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh | |
| ChorusUh, | |
| It ain't a city | |
| I ain’t moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating | |
| Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until its clockin in every time zone | |
| Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it’s for my dudes and my dime honeys(I got what y’all need) | |
| Things run up in it mass where | |
| I been, nothing get em high as a bag of | |
| RakimI’m red like | |
| Canadian, cuss wit a | |
| Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust | |
| I got it so good, | |
| I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it | |
| The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that | |
| DJ’s cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent pure | |
| King Heron’s back | |
| ChorusI got a bout a million | |
| Mami’s that call me they ex love cuz | |
| I kept em ex thug and | |
| F’d up like sex drugs | |
| They never come down futuristic high; | |
| I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky | |
| Its like Budda, | |
| Mami’s say, man is he blessed | |
| Pac to push a man in a vest | |
| They won’t relapse no indeed he’s back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac | |
| I’m a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate | |
| The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he | |
| Moses to drugs, either way it’s a profit | |
| Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it’s the | |
| King pin every day | |
| I get a book | |
| Playing my surveillance tapes, | |
| I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat | |
| Chorus 2X(Neyo) |
| Uh.. I got it good Neyo | |
| I put product in the street that sell quicker than weed, | |
| I spit it raw like | |
| I' m flippin a key | |
| I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than | |
| D, I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| Uh, its what they been waitin for | |
| I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the game they still fiendin | |
| My hustle and flow, sound like | |
| Cnotes, smoke like a pound hit the town like keynotes | |
| I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like | |
| I' m trafficking drugs I got what y' all need | |
| Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when y' all cop it | |
| Any hood or any city | |
| I' m pumpin in, any slum | |
| I' m in, my custom is come again | |
| Spit flow by the boatload like a | |
| Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in | |
| Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters can' t dupe what | |
| I spitLike | |
| Freddy told | |
| Priest in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh | |
| ChorusUh, | |
| It ain' t a city | |
| I ain' t moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating | |
| Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until its clockin in every time zone | |
| Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it' s for my dudes and my dime honeys I got what y' all need | |
| Things run up in it mass where | |
| I been, nothing get em high as a bag of | |
| RakimI' m red like | |
| Canadian, cuss wit a | |
| Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust | |
| I got it so good, | |
| I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it | |
| The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that | |
| DJ' s cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent pure | |
| King Heron' s back | |
| ChorusI got a bout a million | |
| Mami' s that call me they ex love cuz | |
| I kept em ex thug and | |
| F' d up like sex drugs | |
| They never come down futuristic high | |
| I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky | |
| Its like Budda, | |
| Mami' s say, man is he blessed | |
| Pac to push a man in a vest | |
| They won' t relapse no indeed he' s back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac | |
| I' m a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate | |
| The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he | |
| Moses to drugs, either way it' s a profit | |
| Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it' s the | |
| King pin every day | |
| I get a book | |
| Playing my surveillance tapes, | |
| I' m hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat | |
| Chorus 2X Neyo |
| Uh.. I got it good Neyo | |
| I put product in the street that sell quicker than weed, | |
| I spit it raw like | |
| I' m flippin a key | |
| I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than | |
| D, I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| I got what y' all need Satisfaction Guaranteed | |
| Uh, its what they been waitin for | |
| I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the game they still fiendin | |
| My hustle and flow, sound like | |
| Cnotes, smoke like a pound hit the town like keynotes | |
| I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like | |
| I' m trafficking drugs I got what y' all need | |
| Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when y' all cop it | |
| Any hood or any city | |
| I' m pumpin in, any slum | |
| I' m in, my custom is come again | |
| Spit flow by the boatload like a | |
| Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in | |
| Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters can' t dupe what | |
| I spitLike | |
| Freddy told | |
| Priest in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh | |
| ChorusUh, | |
| It ain' t a city | |
| I ain' t moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating | |
| Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until its clockin in every time zone | |
| Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it' s for my dudes and my dime honeys I got what y' all need | |
| Things run up in it mass where | |
| I been, nothing get em high as a bag of | |
| RakimI' m red like | |
| Canadian, cuss wit a | |
| Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust | |
| I got it so good, | |
| I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it | |
| The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that | |
| DJ' s cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent pure | |
| King Heron' s back | |
| ChorusI got a bout a million | |
| Mami' s that call me they ex love cuz | |
| I kept em ex thug and | |
| F' d up like sex drugs | |
| They never come down futuristic high | |
| I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky | |
| Its like Budda, | |
| Mami' s say, man is he blessed | |
| Pac to push a man in a vest | |
| They won' t relapse no indeed he' s back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac | |
| I' m a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate | |
| The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he | |
| Moses to drugs, either way it' s a profit | |
| Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it' s the | |
| King pin every day | |
| I get a book | |
| Playing my surveillance tapes, | |
| I' m hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat | |
| Chorus 2X Neyo |
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