Ruff Endz - Cuban Linx 2000 Lyrics
f/ Ghostface Killah, Raekwon[Intro: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)](Yo, what up law, wassup, wassup baby? Talk to me)Yo, Shorty yo, it ain't even like it's really, it's really, messing with me sonbut it's messing with me, man, for real man(Aight, but you know what? Don't even let it get to you Like you told me, birds is birds After you lovin 'em, they fly away, son)They fly, yeah yeah, you're right, you're right(KnowImean? It's like that man) Yeah(Word up!)[Raekwon]One in the morning tryin to sneak inCaught the weace and start beefin, I'm leavinand leave, stop speakin yo, no staticGo get that shit up in the atticThat old shit look better, kept it so you have shitThe ice, take it off, no lossKnew you was an Indian giver niggaBesides, that's the way I floss, yeaI'm buggin now, actin like an old ladyIt's real, a nigga got mines, she sleepin without pagin me[Ruff Endz]Baby, relax, sit back and chill (yeah)Just give me a secondAnd let me tell you how I feelCause all around town you've been steppin' outRunnin' your mouth aboutWhat made you think I wouldn't find out?Wasn't I there for you?Truly cared for youMaybe my love was just too goodCould've had it good, now the love is goneAnd went back to your hood with the 54-11's on[Hook: Ruff Endz]Does he lace you with the finer things?Does he make ya wanna scream his name?Does he hit it from the front to back?Did you let him break it down like that?Should've told me the love was goneNever thought that you'd do me wrongGirl I though that your love was strongTill I saw you with another man[Chorus 2X: Ruff Endz]No more shopping spreesNo more late night creepsNo more VIP's, no more doughWe can't even kick it no more[Ruff Endz]I saw you on the Ave' in the Nav'In the backseat B's, spilling Henney in his lapThought it was me that you was all aboutBut I'm having doubts cause I see you tryna play me outBut when the brother called the crib with beefDidn't I represent you when I caught him in the streetsSo let me get the keys to Lex and no more checksAnd no more hanging baguettes around your neck, babe[Hook][Chorus 2X][Break: Ghostface Killah]Uh-uhYou heard thatThat's rightYo, yeah, come onAnd that's a no-noYeah, eh yo, eh yo, eh yo, eh yo[Ghostface Killah]You met me with a big blow outAfrican bangel, left hand Gucci, ling braces on my ankleAt the shark bar we at Shaq shitBallplayer stats, 40 plus, son hit twenty-somethin basketsTurn for a second, stop! Son caught my eye, yo 'vine!Bet you out bag her on the first stopPeace *****y, love you beauty, rock yours trulyGhostface and who is she? That's my girlfriendI want you and your girl to grab me, Tonka'sBe careful boo, I got carrots on (Word!)Carry on, so we stepped back to the barThe disc jockey threw in the carToxi' seen me, so what time is it?Your back was out, passin we bounced to the powder roomBeggin me, I *****ed you for an hour in the roomAnd when we finished, you was on stuckJamal Arief came through, started dartinand you jumped up in my man's truck[Chorus 4X][Outro: Ghostface Killah]For realGhostface Killah, Ruff EndzNo doubt! Y'all know how we do
