Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - Belt Holders/Eldarado lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - Belt Holders/Eldarado lyrics]
Portable DATs, Sony headphones
El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles
Get blown
Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks
Dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl
We take the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves
Evil Knievel bikes, i like eggs in my rice
Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies
Eighty seven, Shallah rock
Lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers
Do it for cee-lo games, cases
Battle for bitches
Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble
Those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living rooms
Brass brooms catch me in the city of Watts
Dusted out with Doc Doom
Slide you, thirty six to the hip
You need Neo
Sock it to me GO, the block we spot VO
Live at the handball session
White Wimbledon's send them
My throat is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the needles that
Was used by dopes
Fuck around and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge
My man's dough made us
Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces
Colorful whips slapped up bouncers, pouches
Ball like a unit, fly fragrance, faceless
Rarely out of spaceships
Many fakes got lynched
We all pornographic, taylor made mortals
Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on, ballers
Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes
Christmas money
Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers
Show & prove that all my shit match
Tri-colored diamonds, foreign color five
All kinds of iron, Swiss
Cheese, yea, big boy, we giants
El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles
Get blown
Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks
Dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl
We take the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves
Evil Knievel bikes, i like eggs in my rice
Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies
Eighty seven, Shallah rock
Lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers
Do it for cee-lo games, cases
Battle for bitches
Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble
Those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living rooms
Brass brooms catch me in the city of Watts
Dusted out with Doc Doom
Slide you, thirty six to the hip
You need Neo
Sock it to me GO, the block we spot VO
Live at the handball session
White Wimbledon's send them
My throat is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the needles that
Was used by dopes
Fuck around and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge
My man's dough made us
Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces
Colorful whips slapped up bouncers, pouches
Ball like a unit, fly fragrance, faceless
Rarely out of spaceships
Many fakes got lynched
We all pornographic, taylor made mortals
Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on, ballers
Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes
Christmas money
Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers
Show & prove that all my shit match
Tri-colored diamonds, foreign color five
All kinds of iron, Swiss
Cheese, yea, big boy, we giants