Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Cappadonna - Me, Denny & Darryl lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Cappadonna - Me, Denny & Darryl lyrics]
Alright, there it go again yo, yo
Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em
Hoppin' in with Glocks an' them
Stick up kids on dead-end streets
We pop 'em first, we box 'em in
Behind the wheel the driver's hittin'
Gas before the oxygen
Tryna find whatever hoes that he can
Tie a sock up in to stop the bleedin', lotta
Reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat
The money pop a lotta shit
The stick-up game is outta season
First time I scoped 'em out in
Front of subways eatin' pizza
He didn't even peep us
This is practice, thuggin' with free access
Original hitmen
Born shooters that wear glasses
Guns that stop traffic, ain't
Afraid to blast it, bitch
This is Iraq iron, not plastic
We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives
You in the trunk, balls-out naked
You gon' die
Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry
Night-night, ya goin' to bed
But not to the Stuy
Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp
(Uh, huh) if I can't catch the plane
Then I'm catchin' the blimp (yeah)
Told brown-skin, "yeah
You can call me a pimp"
But I'm the real orphan of rap
I got lost in the pack
The streets had me trapped
I ain't know where I was at
Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy
Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (Word)
You can't off me
Your wack flows suck and exhausts me (Hey)
I got New York heat
'bout to fuck a chick shortly (C'mon)
I'm bowlegged with dogs
Can't none of y'all walk me
Honeys love me, follow me everywhere
Stalk me i'm good with the hoop, ten hut
My army tense up
You can't inch up, don't even flinch up
Honeys get wet and they panties
Be all drenched up
I'm comin' off the bench like
I'm blowin' the bench up
Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks
36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up
Armored tank, Masta Killa shit
Black Benz truck
Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs
Collard greens dollar dreams
If I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king
Am I? My persona, man, it's nada
This is not a thing island got Italians
Load the Talons and then bada-bing
Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y'all
Don't make a scene making cream
How I make it up without the Maybelline?
Can' with the laser beam
Your favorite team's
Not the playground to play around with
Just try and take a swing
Yadamean? It's not a seesaw battle
Not the bridge you wanna travel
'Cause your life expectancy on
The Verrazzano is narrow
Just me, Denny and Darryl
Just before my hand cock you can
See the Smith on the barrel
Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow
Rather be up in the saddle than
Up the creek with no paddle
Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel
Since the game got pretty it
Don't go with my apparel
Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em
Hoppin' in with Glocks an' them
Stick up kids on dead-end streets
We pop 'em first, we box 'em in
Behind the wheel the driver's hittin'
Gas before the oxygen
Tryna find whatever hoes that he can
Tie a sock up in to stop the bleedin', lotta
Reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat
The money pop a lotta shit
The stick-up game is outta season
First time I scoped 'em out in
Front of subways eatin' pizza
He didn't even peep us
This is practice, thuggin' with free access
Original hitmen
Born shooters that wear glasses
Guns that stop traffic, ain't
Afraid to blast it, bitch
This is Iraq iron, not plastic
We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives
You in the trunk, balls-out naked
You gon' die
Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry
Night-night, ya goin' to bed
But not to the Stuy
Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp
(Uh, huh) if I can't catch the plane
Then I'm catchin' the blimp (yeah)
Told brown-skin, "yeah
You can call me a pimp"
But I'm the real orphan of rap
I got lost in the pack
The streets had me trapped
I ain't know where I was at
Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy
Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (Word)
You can't off me
Your wack flows suck and exhausts me (Hey)
I got New York heat
'bout to fuck a chick shortly (C'mon)
I'm bowlegged with dogs
Can't none of y'all walk me
Honeys love me, follow me everywhere
Stalk me i'm good with the hoop, ten hut
My army tense up
You can't inch up, don't even flinch up
Honeys get wet and they panties
Be all drenched up
I'm comin' off the bench like
I'm blowin' the bench up
Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks
36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up
Armored tank, Masta Killa shit
Black Benz truck
Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs
Collard greens dollar dreams
If I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king
Am I? My persona, man, it's nada
This is not a thing island got Italians
Load the Talons and then bada-bing
Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y'all
Don't make a scene making cream
How I make it up without the Maybelline?
Can' with the laser beam
Your favorite team's
Not the playground to play around with
Just try and take a swing
Yadamean? It's not a seesaw battle
Not the bridge you wanna travel
'Cause your life expectancy on
The Verrazzano is narrow
Just me, Denny and Darryl
Just before my hand cock you can
See the Smith on the barrel
Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow
Rather be up in the saddle than
Up the creek with no paddle
Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel
Since the game got pretty it
Don't go with my apparel