Cartel Gathering(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Ghostface Killah,Raekwon

歌詞

Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings But then the music stopped, Jada stood up Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it" "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it" Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki Face slumped to the side like Rocky And Strahan came through with his bullshit ring He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my monster bling Don't be afraid of the New York street talk I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz There go Rae, there go P Yo Chop, whattup? Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel You know the deal, book somethin' then blow Went from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke That's the '90s, Chef era take over America Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth Travel right past my heritage Them old school niggaz is me Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki Yo, I do this with a natural movement Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it Yeah, yo, I did it my way, lights off on the highway Greek statues on both sides of the driveway Word to the stamps on the diesel The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough Cashmere and suede cargoes On top of the beige Wallo's 45 government edition clippers, straight hollows My clientele is supreme and it's proven That I'm only built for the Link if it's Cuban I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet 'Last Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin' 'Cause I'd just rather splatter them This is a cartel gatherin', what?