Ghostface Killah - Cobra Clutch lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Cobra Clutch lyrics]
Yo, yeah, bitch ayo, motherfucker
Ayo, swallow it
Ayo, we gassed off this
Bloody version of "Glaciers"
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth
Swallowed his razor (Shh)
Say no more
My back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding
'Face don't give a fuck about the law
I bought a bracelet
(Bracelet) , don't get blinded by the ice, oh
It's not cool, Veronica slept
Plus the decimal look at my jumper
Logo look familiar? It's Power
(Where is he?)
Yo every fine stitch knocks an
Inch off Eddie Bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin' just another
Form of 'Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', Supreme Clientele
'til I'm droppin' kangol slanted
Ghost'll ran with a hippie ho now
Club bandit
Never empty handed when I brand it
Mork calling Orson
Mork callin Orson down in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the loft and
Big chain swingin' nigga
Matchbox car drivin' street wildin'
Rollie' with the four-finger glidin'
Watch him
Scorchin' with spells and top toxin
Amoxicillin stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side
Throw in SunTrust
Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust
So word up
Born'll be right behind the curtain
With the nose out
Sixty senate, get the Rover out
Featherhead heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said
"Let the kids die for your bread nigga"
Yo, promoters don't want us in
Clubs because we spaz out
Who is these righteous motherfuckers
With they flags out? Stapleton Project
Recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hit's, it's no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu Tang, radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles, I starve
Is that it? Is that what
You're tryna tell me?
Ayo, moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down, honey-shallah
Rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the
Floods, Steven Spiel', drama
1056, Llama
Cosmetic classical, Slomin's shield
Biography fill
Watch me heal half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X
Compression with the A and sharp press
Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips
Vanilla suckle with jasmine bit's
Five hundred rap battin' average
One taste the bowling ball magic
Houdini escapes
From the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the first of April's
Deep in the rap game erase you
Excedrin head bredrens catch facials
Side orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death, rob him
Then we break out
Get off on the Clove Exit, knees
Dirty, chick kneel with low leverage
Watch it how she lick the head of it
'Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues
New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the halls, crush celery dice
That's Cinderella ball
Ate York Peppermint Patties
Slung by Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it sag
With one banger
Interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunchberry niggas at the
Flicks pissed off standin' in the rain and
Can't find they whips suckers, motherfucker
Yo, promoters don't want us in
Clubs because we spaz out
Who's these righteous motherfuckers with
They flags out? Stapleton Projects
Recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hit's, it's no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu Tang! Radio stop shittin on me
Ayo, swallow it
Ayo, we gassed off this
Bloody version of "Glaciers"
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth
Swallowed his razor (Shh)
Say no more
My back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding
'Face don't give a fuck about the law
I bought a bracelet
(Bracelet) , don't get blinded by the ice, oh
It's not cool, Veronica slept
Plus the decimal look at my jumper
Logo look familiar? It's Power
(Where is he?)
Yo every fine stitch knocks an
Inch off Eddie Bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin' just another
Form of 'Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', Supreme Clientele
'til I'm droppin' kangol slanted
Ghost'll ran with a hippie ho now
Club bandit
Never empty handed when I brand it
Mork calling Orson
Mork callin Orson down in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the loft and
Big chain swingin' nigga
Matchbox car drivin' street wildin'
Rollie' with the four-finger glidin'
Watch him
Scorchin' with spells and top toxin
Amoxicillin stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side
Throw in SunTrust
Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust
So word up
Born'll be right behind the curtain
With the nose out
Sixty senate, get the Rover out
Featherhead heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said
"Let the kids die for your bread nigga"
Yo, promoters don't want us in
Clubs because we spaz out
Who is these righteous motherfuckers
With they flags out? Stapleton Project
Recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hit's, it's no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu Tang, radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles, I starve
Is that it? Is that what
You're tryna tell me?
Ayo, moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down, honey-shallah
Rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the
Floods, Steven Spiel', drama
1056, Llama
Cosmetic classical, Slomin's shield
Biography fill
Watch me heal half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X
Compression with the A and sharp press
Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips
Vanilla suckle with jasmine bit's
Five hundred rap battin' average
One taste the bowling ball magic
Houdini escapes
From the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the first of April's
Deep in the rap game erase you
Excedrin head bredrens catch facials
Side orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death, rob him
Then we break out
Get off on the Clove Exit, knees
Dirty, chick kneel with low leverage
Watch it how she lick the head of it
'Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues
New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the halls, crush celery dice
That's Cinderella ball
Ate York Peppermint Patties
Slung by Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it sag
With one banger
Interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunchberry niggas at the
Flicks pissed off standin' in the rain and
Can't find they whips suckers, motherfucker
Yo, promoters don't want us in
Clubs because we spaz out
Who's these righteous motherfuckers with
They flags out? Stapleton Projects
Recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hit's, it's no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu Tang! Radio stop shittin on me