DJ Muggs, Roc Marciano - The E Train lyrics

Brra, brra, uh

Frozen jewels
Only fuck with hoes that choose
Catch me rolling, holding tools
I was home from dues
That’s all of that provoking dudes
I’m still focused don't be fooled
Homie, you food, you like some tofu
Might let you hold a few out the old school
Like they do in the old school
Like a true goon supposed to
Shit niggas go through when you anti-social
With fancy vocals can’t you see like total
We gon’ blow like Whole Foods
Homie, we been mobile, told you, bro
That’s what moguls do
By some, I been told I’m a total douche, uh
Cop the Ghost, now my homies spooked, boo
Uh, I jumped out the booth with no shoes
Walked on the water in the pool
Came in the crib dry
Did I forget to mention that
It was pouring too? Bitches like
"Aren’t you the type to spend car
Loot on a army suit?
How you so rugged, but R&B smooth?"
One of the best to ever do this
Records with me is definitely on
Every MC’s to do list, uh
Boosting shrimps at Ruth’s Chris
New Gucci shoe prints
Goops dookie licks, we not stupid, pimp
I know what my duty is
You shot in the gluteus
Where your goonies went?
Niggas dipped on you like word
Is you had the cooties, kid
I’m schooling these kids
You don’t move me a bit
Every time I slipped out the game
Niggas pulled me back in marc
Uh, I’m still that rare type
Daddy, eep that pipe, that Mariah Carey
Life’s a bitch, but I’m not the type to marry
Wipe the white Ballys
What your writing’s like to me
Like a rice patty
Get at me, that’s like white in a baggy
Come with that bag and make it snappy
Or drag your feet up, mask be savvy
Marc, baby

Uh, yeah, just ride out
Uh, okay, uh, Marc, nigga
You already know, boy, hundred block