Raekwon - Catalina Lyrics
(feat. Lyfe Jennings)[Intro:]Where is he?Concentrating on the jobDon't disturb the DoctorYeahWord upWho said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit?Real rap, you know?Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brotherWord upTime to recreate the powerYou know what it is manNothing but gangsta shit babyLet's go Doc I need that prescriptionEy yo (ey yo)[Verse 1: Raekwon The Chef]I grew up on the foul sideNickel-bag valcytePurple tops, two for fivesI had seven gramsOutside with my eleven mansOn the corners with a pocket full of contrabandsRunning up and down fire-escapes, narcs comingJump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the flakesGuess up in the hill it was real to meWhat a nigga woulda did if you steal from meAll my life around drug niggas villains who want millionsNiggas with them hoodies on with teks in the buildingMad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighborsAll our blazers designer jeansThat's why we live (yup)Niggas need shit in their cribGo broke, you go and rope you a VickIt's just full-time stragglersNiggas try to take your placeAnd smile in your faceBut still in all backstabbers[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings]I'm just trying to get onLeave a couple mil to my kids when I'm goneAnd nigga that ain't cologneIt's the smell of this moneyI'm just trying to get homeCause I don't know when my karma gonna catch upI don't know when the toilet gonna back upAnd put me in some shit that I can't get out of[Verse 2: Raekwon The Chef]Come onBags of moneyTrying to stay rich and flyKeep it cool, silks and dungareesKrug glasses and foodGrilled salmon, trying to make a moveThose who knowing they be dapping they dudesHow it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cutPacing from here to LA and Hawaii and CubaBlue new oozie too serial numbers is brailleSo when you rub against it feel on ?Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggasWith rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels? boots on, olive goose, calamari soupsAnd noodles that spell out "Ya'll niggas the truth"What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboyEndsed up, lenses on, Chips AhoyShipping triple, niggas try to stop the issueAnd *****-block but can't stop the official[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings]I'm just trying to get onLeave a couple mil to my kids when I'm goneAnd nigga that ain't cologneIt's the smell of this moneyI'm just trying to get homeCause I don't know when my karma gonna catch upI don't know when the toilet gonna bck upAnd put me in some shit that I can't get out of
