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Cream 2001 - Featuring Raekwon & Ghostface Killah
Lyricist:Coles Dennis, R Thomas, Corey Woods
Word up New shit, Raekwon, Ghostface Cream 2001 Fetch out, my nigga RZA What?
That's right my nigga Clueminatti fuckin' wit the intro To murder somebody we check-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em Callin the Lord, help me, that's us, thrustin' through ya hood wit the dust Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo
End the swine, meet the inventor, plus the winter it's mine Gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, nines Watch my wave push, one chain faded out Racin' to Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd
Willy Aims, slap bop top of ya glocks, plus black Reebok Rockin' real nigga shit, callin' me Pops Golden pro', kitchen designer shit Chinchilla blankets, H. Winston anklets on
Drug dealer banquets, hands out, fire when we spit The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp Roast ya ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger Gettin' fly, might linger, those of you ride so let the lye sprinkle yo
Yo, we put together like cream Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin' like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out We organize extortions Burn niggas labels down, frostin' 'em
Yo we put together like cream Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin' like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out We organize extortions Burn niggas labels down, frostin' 'em
Eh yo, how you like two AC's? Max in the trunk, lookin' real dumb Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave He said ghost, pop merked me at an early age Hit ninety in the back of me days
There's supreme fingers all on my dick Loved the way I sung the Cherells Mercy, mercy, son, made 'em cum I wrote songs for the people Verses that'll make Nixon resign You can do the same thing with rhymes
I swear Ghost is doobie, just imagine, check out what I started Who's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Feather hats partin' it, Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin' eight-tracks, slammin' tracks King died in sixty-five, Motown cried Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes, fogged out glasses The plan was to bring together all the masses
Yo, we put together like cream Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin' like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out We organize extortions Burn niggas labels down, frostin' 'em
Yo we put together like cream Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin' like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out We organize exortions Burn niggas labels down, frostin' 'em
Money Mohamed Ali, niggas who keep clean sneakers on Beef and take niggas eats, streets brought all my features Temped to clog bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildin' Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies?
Now I'm just lampin', just stylin' out in Cali Actin' like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em Bang jars, movin' in psalms, manipulatin' my accountant Relaxin' like blacks get jobs
Slangin' in bangles y'all, chillin' from all angles Don rock more thank you's, gettin' my shit washed Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores Countin the paper, takin y'all to walls
Yo we put together like cream Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin' like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out We organize extortions Burn niggas labels down, frostin' 'em
We put together like cream Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin' like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out We organize extortions Burn niggas labels down, frostin' 'em
DJ Clue, Desert Storm 'The Professional, Part 2' Stupid, fetch out, Dame Dash My nigga Jigga, Big Harper You know how we do things, word up
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