Raekwon - Rover Sport Lyrics
[Intro: Raekwon]All that heroin out there, niggaI can't tell, nigga, what's upI can't tell you nothing no more[Raekwon:]Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunkColor sickening, *****es is bluntSnitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yoWe generate hoods and hide this gwopFor all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip *****I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hatingDust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'emsShot him by the building, yo, and spit on his lacesRich niggaz'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up?Chilling like we at the 25's outNight time is vibe, pies get thrown to guysYou ***** up this money, bones is friedI'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchenBout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yupRich niggaz we spot you, stay genuine, cousinDo your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you[Interlude: Raekwon]Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should *****ing..*****ed up New York Yankee hats on frontingNiggaz know Cuban Linx when they hear it niggaHuh... I'm the mother*****ing Ali of the game, *****[Raekwon:]Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crackDon't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and BucIn the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yoStay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'Don't even move duke, take off your shoesWe hardbody action packed, keep a baboonThe jewels is back, with strappers on, come take itShoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old assWallies is off the meat rack, splashNigga, Diamond down, moving like China TownMe and forty-five mad real niggaz, we light clowns up now
