A-Villa, N.O.R.E, Twone Gabz, Kool G Rap - Pass the Wire lyrics
[A-Villa, N.O.R.E, Twone Gabz, Kool G Rap - Pass the Wire lyrics]
Way down inside
Murderous monsoons, intentions explode
I reload but still respect the street code
My nigga T though
He got the wire from a nigga that's a liar
Throw gasoline on him, set him on fire
Have that ass retire
Sniper scope, got the rifle, hope
Triflin', pipin' karate choked
He had the windbreaker pants on
He got his dance on
He found out he's a girl rocking tampon
He got his man gone
Excuse the smokers, we meet at Strokers
Cognac cigars, play a little pokers
We watch them bitches strip down ass naked
You see the money cover they body
They ass naked
Way down inside
You come at the King, you best not miss
Cop on the block in a hot Suburban
Better yet Excursion
Cribbing us some birds but I'm
Serving in the urban my type
The iceberg version swerving with a surgeon
Got 'em working the curb and money
Big money splurgin', Julius Irving
Shirt around the whip like a turban
Rich nigga lettuce, got a six figure fetish
No flaws in none of the stones
They all big and precious
No bitch in none of the clique
They all young and restless
We all money investors with
Big guns and vests
Switch, running to Texas see us
Ones in the necklace louis the thirteen
Yeah that Louis shirt clean
Buckle a Louis skirted up from
Louis that turf cream
He got yay stacks in factories
Spray cats exactly in fact the whole faculty
Layed back in Maybachs gators, linen
Many mansions get catered by women
Chauffers, the waiters are winning
Shit swarming with French maid uniforms
Got the paper to swim in
Hate spending from the way that I'm winning
You know the deal baby way down inside
You come at the King, you best not miss
I put my hands around your
Neck like some rosary beads
To choke and squeeze
And lift you up like the
Potency of some potent weed
'Til there's no ground to float
Beneath below your feet
And your voice squeak like Macy
Gray's before you speak
My scrotum reach about four
Inch below my knees
Confident level is on OD, no coke or weed
I'm just deep
I overthink and I'm over writing
When I talk tall
Shit I'm writing right over your height
I wait on lightning to strike
While I'm holding the kite
Singing John Lennon "All the People"
While holding a light
Eat a box of them Mike &
Ikes while I'm rolling the bike
Through the hood
Flipping the bird trying to provoke a fight
You was under the fittin' to rhyme act
Only to find that you was under
The out your mind act
Joe you under the out of time act
I single file niggas under the
Out of line act
Way down inside
You come at the King, you best not miss
Murderous monsoons, intentions explode
I reload but still respect the street code
My nigga T though
He got the wire from a nigga that's a liar
Throw gasoline on him, set him on fire
Have that ass retire
Sniper scope, got the rifle, hope
Triflin', pipin' karate choked
He had the windbreaker pants on
He got his dance on
He found out he's a girl rocking tampon
He got his man gone
Excuse the smokers, we meet at Strokers
Cognac cigars, play a little pokers
We watch them bitches strip down ass naked
You see the money cover they body
They ass naked
Way down inside
You come at the King, you best not miss
Cop on the block in a hot Suburban
Better yet Excursion
Cribbing us some birds but I'm
Serving in the urban my type
The iceberg version swerving with a surgeon
Got 'em working the curb and money
Big money splurgin', Julius Irving
Shirt around the whip like a turban
Rich nigga lettuce, got a six figure fetish
No flaws in none of the stones
They all big and precious
No bitch in none of the clique
They all young and restless
We all money investors with
Big guns and vests
Switch, running to Texas see us
Ones in the necklace louis the thirteen
Yeah that Louis shirt clean
Buckle a Louis skirted up from
Louis that turf cream
He got yay stacks in factories
Spray cats exactly in fact the whole faculty
Layed back in Maybachs gators, linen
Many mansions get catered by women
Chauffers, the waiters are winning
Shit swarming with French maid uniforms
Got the paper to swim in
Hate spending from the way that I'm winning
You know the deal baby way down inside
You come at the King, you best not miss
I put my hands around your
Neck like some rosary beads
To choke and squeeze
And lift you up like the
Potency of some potent weed
'Til there's no ground to float
Beneath below your feet
And your voice squeak like Macy
Gray's before you speak
My scrotum reach about four
Inch below my knees
Confident level is on OD, no coke or weed
I'm just deep
I overthink and I'm over writing
When I talk tall
Shit I'm writing right over your height
I wait on lightning to strike
While I'm holding the kite
Singing John Lennon "All the People"
While holding a light
Eat a box of them Mike &
Ikes while I'm rolling the bike
Through the hood
Flipping the bird trying to provoke a fight
You was under the fittin' to rhyme act
Only to find that you was under
The out your mind act
Joe you under the out of time act
I single file niggas under the
Out of line act
Way down inside
You come at the King, you best not miss