DJ Clue?, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Cream 2001 lyrics
[DJ Clue?, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Cream 2001 lyrics]
Word up, word up new shit raekwon ghostface
(Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) cREAM 2001
(Who you? Who you?) fetch out my nigga RZA
(Yea yea yea) wHAAAAAAAT?
That's right
My nigga Clueminatti fuckin wit the intro
To murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em
Callin the Lord, "Help me!", that's us
Thrustin through ya hood wit the dust
(HOOOOO)
Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo
End the swine, meet the inventor
Plus the winter
It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves
Nines
Watch my wave push, one chain faded out
Racin to Spain
Half a million dollars in Boyd
Willy Aims, slap bop top of ya Glocks
Plus black Reebox
Rockin real nigga shit, callin me Pops
Golden pro', kitchen designer shit
Chinchilla blankets, H winston anklets on
Drug dealer banquets, hands out
Fire when we spit (Haha)
The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp
Roast ya ornaments
Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride
So let the lye sprinkle yo
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats, hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down, frostin 'em
Eh yo, how you like two Ac's?
Max in the trunk, lookin real dumb
Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said Ghost, "Pop merked me at an early age
Hit Diana back in the days"
Them Supreme bitches all on my dick
Loved the way I sung the Cherells
"Mercy, mercy, son", made 'em cum
I wrote songs for the people
Verses that'll make Nixon resign
You can do the same thing with rhymes
"I swear Ghost is doobie, just imagine"
Check out what I started
Who's the first to rock 'fros with
Out a part in it?
Featherhats partin it, Gladys
Was the baddest, she wore a six
Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin eight tracks
Slammin tracks
King died in sixty-five, Motown cried
Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes
Fogged out glasses
The plan was to bring together all the masses
DJ Clue desert Storm fetch out rip Right
Loud Records, Steve Rifkin, Epic cLUE!
Money Mohammed Ali niggas who
Keep clean sneakers on
Beef and take niggas eats
Streets brought all my features
Temped to clog bed rallies
Imagine only seventeen wildin
Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies?
Now I'm just lampin, just stylin out in Cali
Actin like raw is the mission
Mission is to slap 'em
Bang jars, movin in psalms
Manipulatin my accountant
Relaxin like blacks get jobs
Slangin in bangles y'all
Chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's
Gettin my shit washed elevator music
Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores
Countin the paper, takin y'all to walls
DJ Clue desert Storm the Professional, Pt 2
Stupid! Fetch out dame Dash
My nigga Jigga, Big Harper
You know how we do things, word up
(Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) cREAM 2001
(Who you? Who you?) fetch out my nigga RZA
(Yea yea yea) wHAAAAAAAT?
That's right
My nigga Clueminatti fuckin wit the intro
To murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em
Callin the Lord, "Help me!", that's us
Thrustin through ya hood wit the dust
(HOOOOO)
Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo
End the swine, meet the inventor
Plus the winter
It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves
Nines
Watch my wave push, one chain faded out
Racin to Spain
Half a million dollars in Boyd
Willy Aims, slap bop top of ya Glocks
Plus black Reebox
Rockin real nigga shit, callin me Pops
Golden pro', kitchen designer shit
Chinchilla blankets, H winston anklets on
Drug dealer banquets, hands out
Fire when we spit (Haha)
The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp
Roast ya ornaments
Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride
So let the lye sprinkle yo
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats, hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down, frostin 'em
Eh yo, how you like two Ac's?
Max in the trunk, lookin real dumb
Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said Ghost, "Pop merked me at an early age
Hit Diana back in the days"
Them Supreme bitches all on my dick
Loved the way I sung the Cherells
"Mercy, mercy, son", made 'em cum
I wrote songs for the people
Verses that'll make Nixon resign
You can do the same thing with rhymes
"I swear Ghost is doobie, just imagine"
Check out what I started
Who's the first to rock 'fros with
Out a part in it?
Featherhats partin it, Gladys
Was the baddest, she wore a six
Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin eight tracks
Slammin tracks
King died in sixty-five, Motown cried
Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes
Fogged out glasses
The plan was to bring together all the masses
DJ Clue desert Storm fetch out rip Right
Loud Records, Steve Rifkin, Epic cLUE!
Money Mohammed Ali niggas who
Keep clean sneakers on
Beef and take niggas eats
Streets brought all my features
Temped to clog bed rallies
Imagine only seventeen wildin
Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies?
Now I'm just lampin, just stylin out in Cali
Actin like raw is the mission
Mission is to slap 'em
Bang jars, movin in psalms
Manipulatin my accountant
Relaxin like blacks get jobs
Slangin in bangles y'all
Chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's
Gettin my shit washed elevator music
Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores
Countin the paper, takin y'all to walls
DJ Clue desert Storm the Professional, Pt 2
Stupid! Fetch out dame Dash
My nigga Jigga, Big Harper
You know how we do things, word up