Ras Kass - Marinatin' Lyrics
Hook:We could marinate, get nice and and stack riches(but its b.y.o.b.) bring your own bud, brew, and *****esAint no set trippin, actin ill and dont steal, for real(you gots to chill)Verse 1:I woke up in my tommy hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the doorBut why they at my door for?Oh! my peeps they got a half gallon, smilinMy talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it downBut now, my day is starting off coca cola and remy martinSome of the homeys from l.a. and carson want to throw a private party todayThrew on some gautier and my rolex link dressed to kill like bernard gettsMy squad flex like lee haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrestCause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 bauchetLocked away, plus cant keep the boody calls waitingIm marinatinHookDialed up some micehead to see whats crackin tonightShe said she just broke up with her manAnd since she free like mnadela, she bringina box of philly pantellasAcapells, I game like lou panella made sure to tell herDont bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweedAnd then you can show me how to do the pepper seedAgreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, lounginWatchin bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokesCraps and celo on the patio for more chips than bingoChips like the mgm casinoJust make sure your homegirl is single, so its poppingCause aint nothing worse than fifth wheels thats *****blockingAnd knocking while Im knocking talking about she ret to goI want some of your brown sugar while I bump dangelo(fosho) no special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason forCelebratinSo we mariniatinHook (x2)I get around like dolby pro logic,But running them streets too much get fools hatedIncarcerated, or terminatedAt the house we safely intoxicated, nonoxol-9 lubricatedPlaying questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressingLike 1st king strippers bouncin on nigggas balls like the la clippersThe phone rang, my little shorty said what you up to, boo?Nothing, just chillin like bruh-man on martin doSee only when Im tipsy, when my words start slurringDo I get causght telling lies like mark furhamanSo Ill call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out theXoThe t.u.s is down for whateverLets run more trains than the metrorail but yall got to be out by twoIm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming throughSo let the front door hit you where ru paul probably mightAnd everybody asking whats up for tomorrow nightHook
