Raekwon

Raekwon - Rover Sport lyrics

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[Intro: Raekwon]

All that heroin out there, nigga

I can't tell, nigga, what's up

I can't tell you nothing no more


[Raekwon:]

Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk

Color sickening, bitches is blunt

Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo

We generate hoods and hide this gwop

For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked

I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating

Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems

Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces

Rich niggaz'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up?

Chilling like we at the 25's out

Night time is vibe, pies get thrown to guys

You fuck up this money, bones is fried

I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen

Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup

Rich niggaz we spot you, stay genuine, cousin

Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you


[Interlude: Raekwon]

Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking..

Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting

Niggaz know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga

Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch


[Raekwon:]

Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'

What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack

Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc

In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo

Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'

Don't even move duke, take off your shoes

We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon

The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it

Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass

Wallies is off the meat rack, splash

Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town

Me and forty-five mad real niggaz, we light clowns up now
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