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Raekwon - Pa-Blow Escablow lyrics
f/ Polite [Chorus 2X: Raekwon] Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand Picture me in the housing, serving much crack Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill Damn, one of them business man's I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time (That's fam.. (Polite: oh shit)) [Raekwon] That's fam, one of those Columbians who got money One of those niggas might try to get up on me Yo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a man I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me Woody gave sixty eight other black mans [Interlude: Polite] Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta None of this shit would've never happened [Raekwon] Now the DEA was on his ass Slick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin' Handsome big niggas around him Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam Most them niggas fastin' Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass Had made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Mass- Achusetts, Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird Word to furs, I need big wizes He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches" Frozen burner henchman, flash the great Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin' I'm in shock, starin' it down [Interlude: Polite] Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy! [Raekwon] The killas increase, he fell, but Maybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will fail Diego his horse, with George Young Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff Gettin' lift ownin' Miami yo Flips got bigger, makin' more trails Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him The fuckin' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta Yeah we're drippin' it with more salsa And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers But it wasn't him. [Outro: Polite] The story.. oh shit.. mothafucka! Hahahahaha |
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