[Hook: RiFF RAFF] And you know I grind so hard All my friends faded away I put my money in my cash box Tryna see a better day I could have played for the Blue Jays Balling in a major way Nice clothes, nice car Nice clothes, nice car And you know I grind so hard And you know I grind so hard
[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF] Watch me switch lanes, drop top, propane Things have got so hectic I done had invested in a Nancy Kerrigan private plane Five flames when I pull up It feels like the sun is blowing you a kiss from five inches away Haters get disobeyed Rap game, I'll slide your bitch ass down rusty razor blade When it rains it still pours My blue velvet velore shirt clashes with my florescent ensemble Cut more checks then Obama Nike sweats, sweat bands, my sweat beads on my forehead Doberman Pinschers guard my luxury mint bed I even trained one to a put a Versace do-rag on my forehead And when I sleep it ain't cheap, I take a twenty minute nap Rap game Eric Clapton in the candy caramel apple I'ma keep the trunk clappin' Pull up like Toucan Sam in that candy golden gram I done hid a quarter ki In my box of Kellogg's Raisin Bran Riff!
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[Verse 2: Action Bronson] Uh, drugs all in my Benz, stoned behind my lenses Dig all up in her pocket book 'fore this bitch can come to her senses (I am) still jumping fences (I am) still on the benches The Beamer got the osteoporosis, holdin' old toasters Wait, hit the potion, slow motion Every kind of color loafer, that's real Spray the tec, still chefs offer the best veal Sit out in left field next to Gary Sheffield No you couldn't step in my banana belly Stare at the moon because the roof is looking panoramic Uh, I stuffed the drugs inside a dog's butt Then kick it in the fucking stomach, I'm on tour what?
[Hook: RiFF RAFF]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
