Ras Kass

Ras Kass - Anything Goes lyrics

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Yeah  it goes down
 Uh huh  it goes down
 It goes down
 I thought you knew it went down
 Believe that

 Verse One:

 I rock Versacci  sippin VSOP and Hennessey in foam cups
 Motorola flips with illegal chips
 Dip pin' like Teela where everybody momma collectin money from fiend
 Five series Beemer  one hundred and eighty nine horsepower
 I like bitched with dimples and nipples the size of silver dollars
 Rollin three deep in Eddie Bauers chokin out LAPD Rottweilers
 like chihuahuas, all day eryday
 In Southern California where the dogs and the ribs stay
 And nowadays fools don't know how to act
 Cause we all wanna be Tony Montana
 Matter of fact, gimme five we got dap, gimme twenty-five
 We got a bird and profit is made
 So while the homey cut cavvy with a razor blade
 I rock beats without baking soda
 And money gets watched it's only illegal if you get caught
 Thought you knew cause the DEA do it too
 Keep seperate books for the internal revenue
 Capitalism is pimps and hoes
 In ninety-six I 'spose anything goes

 Chorus:

 Big bank take little bank anything goes
 Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
 Big bank take little bank ahh anything goes
 Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow

 Verse Two:

 All you PH Ballers, Dirty Mack's need to KG
 I'd rather be a dope MC than a broke OG
 I get, manicures to keep my cuticle suitable
 Player, don't hate me because I'm beautiful
 I got a pocket full of C-notes and food stamps
 Just big bills and free meals baby so lamp
 Cause jealousy gets you burned like bad perms
 if you live you learn, I spit game like Chick Hearns
 to women with, measurements of 38-24-36 with DSL's
 but money talks ESL
 In the game of Monopoly, if you don't pass go then go di-rectly to jail
 Cause I've seen fools that struggle and turn they ownself into the po-po
 It keeps the humble of they cool low
 Selling ten dollar J's right up under the man's nose
 Hahh, nigga anything goes

 Chorus

 Interlude:

 One for the money (money), two for the show (show)
 Three for the ladies but all they wanted was one
 It's one for the money (money), two for the show (show)
 Three for the ladies but all they wanted was one

 Verse Three:

 Niggaz got stripes like, Tony the Tiger
 But niggaz got strikes like Oral Hershiser
 So look alive, inflation rise like yeast
 S&L scandal stole millions
 But we need more police to take back our streets, it's drama
 We all know that one-time be extortin them big-ballers
 Gettin extradited with warrants in three states
 Overcrowded prisons hopin the DA drop the case
 So uhh, I ain't forgot about the homey Kevin
 He pled no contest and got stretched til ninety-seven
 Dizmost and Little Dags hold tight
 I know I seldom shoot kites but I be tryin to get my pockets right
 My ideal real is Big Willie pourin out Dom P
 for the dead homies with bitches splittin Phillies (call it ends)
 Call it loot scrilla cream green flow or dough
 But to get mo' nigga, anything goes

 Chorus 2X

 "It's no disguise, it makes no sense
 It doesn't fit, if it doesn't fit, you must acquit"

 Interlude (fades
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Soul on Ice (1996)

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