Raekwon - Yes Sir Lyrics
(feat. Ghostface & Crooked)[Intro: w/ Raekwon ad-libs][Raekwon:]No more rocks, Rubber glocks homieMove here all I hear, Call the cops on meAnkle gold straight for my chucks, Chevy truckGood CD, I rhyme to every nigga with I'll weedWe at the cheeba house toast'n, Rhymes we roast'n a hundred KAll they say is Rae and Ghost shittedMind frame puzzled, Bezzle cost one million franksThe Louie luggage bordered in BrusselsNo he didn't, Harry Winston watch, My time's limitI.C.S., The G kitted, We fittedMaking my way all through the gardenLarge nigga respect, Yep, The Chef up, He kept callingCounter move'n with my shorty, We both lizard downHer neck, My ring blizzard down, Get up in the SouthCooling with the hood gooniesThe Mickey Rooney's of the Project when mad logic step in the room[Hook: Reakwon](Yes sir)Where niggas rock mink coats and carry a mink toteWe got our *****es on mean boats(Yes Sir)The money that come we spending it, Getting itDon't give a ***** you get shot in the rented kid(Yes Sir)Don't play with the Kings with blings on(Yes Sir)No fake shit, Say the wrong thing and your team's gone(Yes Sir)From killers and rap niggas who clap niggas upWhat, Yeah but, Go get your little gats nigga[Ghostface Killah:]Yo this ain't your average type boss shitSteel pipes big enough to blow out your fauseteWe car buying, Bar buying, Not to mentionMy wall got flicks of me standing in the back of a large lionShearling on, Shirt chill burning my man upStyle is back up in this like P. and E. SermonSo what ya'll wanna do these bars is French toastSin City style I'm like Marv in the trench coatBusting off arrows like CupidThe truth is I got the mother load from my girl and booked itWent to my cell shitted out then pooped itSat broken down twenty dollars for two sticksUhh, I'm a hustler, Ya'll my customersBroke niggas just wanna smoke like a muffler homieIt's Crooked I and the Chef, And of course meMichael Phelps of this shit who wanna endorse me[Hook][Crooked I:]If it's war I'm reaching for the heatI got bullets the size prehistoric teethThat'll bite you like the heater or the beefSo I feed it more to eat, To lead a boy your sleepLeave em leaking on the streetThen I'm creeping low, DiscreetI'm the reason for police when I'm squeezing on my pieceLike I be squeezing on your pieceWhen she drinking on my skeetShe move when a gangsta say soShe wanna pop skittles, Wanna taste the rainbowYou never know, Crooked could be poke'n your MomIn ? while smoke'n a bong, The ultimate DonClosed mouth don't get feed, I'm quoting you PsalmsClosed fists don't get bread, So open your palmsYeah, How can you not feel thatI'm on Rodeo with the top peeled back yelling C.O.B.I took a vow of abstinence for ya sucker emceesWhich mean I swear to God none of ya'll *****ing with me, Uhh[Outro: w/ Raekwon ad-libs]
