Dj Clue - Cream 2001 (feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) Lyrics
f/ Ghostface Killah, Raekwon[Intro: DJ Clue (Raekwon)]Word up, word upNew shit.. Raekwon.. Ghostface(Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..)CREAM.. 2001(Who you? Who you?)Fetch out.. my nigga RZA(Yea.. yea.. yea..)WHAAAAAAAT?[Raekwon]That's right..My nigga Clueminatti *****in wit the intro, to murder somebodyWe cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'emCallin the Lord, "Help me!", that's usThrustin through ya hood wit the dust (HOOOOO!)Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yoEnd the swine, meet the inventor, plus the winterIt's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, ninesWatch my wave push, one chain faded outRacin to Spain, half a million dollars in BoydWilly Aims, slap bop top of ya glocks, plus black ReeboxRockin real nigga shit, callin me PopsGolden pro', kitchen designer shitChinchilla blankets, H. Winston anklets onDrug dealer banquets, hands out, fire when we spit (Haha)The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimpRoast ya ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each fingerGettin fly, might linger, those of you rideSo let the lye sprinkle yo[Chorus 2X: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]Yo we put together like CREAMMatter of fact like a Jamaican teamSprangler stats, hatin like Mitch GreenOff the wall auction that dumb out(We organize exortions)Burn niggas labels down, frostin 'em[Ghostface Killah]Eh-yo, how you like two Ac's?Max in the trunk, lookin real dumbEighty-eight paper and our nose is numbPrayed over Marvin Gaye's graveHe said Ghost, "Pop merked me at an early ageHit ninety in the back of me days"There's supreme fingers all on my dickLoved the way I sung the Cherells"Mercy, mercy, son", made 'em cumI wrote songs for the peopleVerses that'll make Nixon resignYou can do the same thing with rhymes"I swear Ghost is doobie, just imagine"Check out what I startedWho's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it?Featherhats partin it, Gladys was the baddest, she wore a sixPretty-ass foot with an arch in itBig cars, slammin eight-tracks, slammin tracksKing died in sixty-five, Motown criedSaw a tear drop from Stevie's eyesFogged out glassesThe plan was to bring together all the masses[Chorus 2X][Break: DJ Clue *during chorus*]DJ Clue.. Desert StormFetch out.. Rip RightLoud Records, Steve Rifkin, EpicCLUE![Raekwon]Money Mohammed Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers onBeef and take niggas eats, streets brought all my featuresTemped to clog bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildinWho spent thousand on 'em Ballies?Now I'm just lampin, just stylin out in CaliActin like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'emBang jars, movin in psalms, manipulatin my accountantRelaxin like.. blacks get jobsSlangin in bangles y'all, chillin from all anglesDon rock more thank you's, gettin my shit washedElevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whoresCountin the paper, takin y'all to walls[Chorus 2X][Outro: DJ Clue]DJ Clue.. Desert StormThe Professional, Pt. 2Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame DashMy nigga Jigga, Big HarperYou know how we do things, word up
