*Inhales* Ahhhhh Ya niggas should have some of this shit right here boy. This that good shit. Yes yes ya'll. One two, one two... In a place to be...*coughs* Aiyyo *coughs* Aiyyo, check it check it check it *coughs* Check it out
[Verse One: Masta Killa]
I was feelin lovely, pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction mad slow Thinkin Should I step to the motherland And and rep who? the Wu-Tang Clan Another thang, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped Put my lips on a blunt tip It's been two weeks, since I last sparked Stepped in the grand resort Twenty-Five dollar fee, plus ID But a brother like me, Executive V.I.P. Word, took a bar seat Got a tall glass, of hennessy and peach Turned to my left, seen this chick she was slammin What ya do kid? I examined her Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name What happened? I didn't have the... Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air Could it be? Yes, yeah, haaa It was Startel the God Shamel He had a bone, a blunt of that ill shit I said pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone kid, pass the bone Passed it, took one pull I was blasted Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic We approached the weak cypher Did you surprise her? tranquilized her Bagged her, for her name and address Slid to the rest, acheived mad success... Ha Ha.........yeah
[Chorus: Startel God Allah]
We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Buy us broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck them frauds
[Verse Two: Masta Killa]
Outside a nightclub, Shorty grillin' with a mean mug Ain't showin no love it's all good I'm ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone Mmm, all I needed was a hydro bone And guess who came down the block stumblin' drunk I forget the brother name but he had some skunk Took out the blunt put the weed inside Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied Inhale, without pertaining to cough Exhale, you know like two pulls and off Stimulated kind of toxie but don't sleep You know we got drowt one shot with the heat So brothers be smokin that weed with the ?lite? but never me Just strictly the ganja ?Since we mania? In ya area
[Chorus: Startel God Allah]
We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Buy us broads, hottest cars We don't front, we run things It'll tell you one thing Run through town like stars Hottest bars, fuck them fraudsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
