Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Twiz - Theodore lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Twiz - Theodore lyrics]
Generals on deck (yeah) , haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Salute your superiors, y'all
(This that library shit, rock the bells)
Yeah (Uh, huh, you know what time it is)
Every man is a boss ('Til it's all out)
Theodore (Uh, huh, ayo)
Stark edition, rock Christians
The crystalized rock got them big
Jewelry dealers on a mission
With a slick taste of lace I
Done smacked New York City
The four-fifty went poppin' when he
Tried to dip me balled out in bingo halls
Reported skied on jury duty
Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me
Beigen rush Cuffies
Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa
Right? I shit rubies
Due to the night upon my behalf
I threw the shotty in the glass so
I could have a double blast
Scuffle past teams and couples
Quick with the knuckle, fast
Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass
Uppercut, bash
You in the grass slumped up and
Ya faggot-ass man hauled ass
Slim body, ain't a G-Y-M, G-Y-N
Love Doctor in the hood, fuck
Bitches on they friend, so, yo
Party people, you're the reason we're here
'Cause we love the game and
Our music is projects so, so, yo, hello
Makin' sure y'all still there (yeah)
On stage here tonight be
The almighty Theodore clique (yeah, yo)
I'm a little dude but I hold
Guns the size of Europe
Y'all niggas is sweet like
Pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at
Two-twelve is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys
I'm quick to yolk you up
Like eggs that's cooked sunny-side
Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip
Gun on the hip, posted for hours
Slingin' dope and powder
Culture Power, throwin' nitros
Lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're
Not made by Tyco
This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff
Bite ya ear off, therefore
The drama is what I'm here for
From the block to the stage
I represent for those
Locked in the cage 'til I'm
Dropped in the grave
Every line I spit is like
A shot from the gauge move accordingly
Even when I'm actin' disorderly (So, yo)
Party people, you're the reason we're here
(Who you with?) 'Cause we love the game and
Our music is projects
(See? See? Yo) , so, so, yo
I'm a Don, dead form, looked upon as equals
To the generals in my click
There'll be no sequels
Them hot ones'll crease you
The vultures'll feast you
The loved ones will shiest you
Gorillas will beast you
Just served fiends walkin' up
The block yawnin'
Late night meet, damn, forgot I got a warrant
Got in, laid down, then start snorin'
P-O kickin' ya door in, four in the mornin'
You blockin' my lane lane like John Stockton
With the uttermost disrespect just
Like Bernard Hopkins
See, it's PC within the verse
See, we could be peoples later, in business
Money Comes First (So, yo)
Party people, you're the reason we're here
'Cause we love the game and
Our music is projects so, so, yo, hello
Makin' sure y'all still there
On stage here tonight be
The almighty Theodore clique
Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Salute your superiors, y'all
(This that library shit, rock the bells)
Yeah (Uh, huh, you know what time it is)
Every man is a boss ('Til it's all out)
Theodore (Uh, huh, ayo)
Stark edition, rock Christians
The crystalized rock got them big
Jewelry dealers on a mission
With a slick taste of lace I
Done smacked New York City
The four-fifty went poppin' when he
Tried to dip me balled out in bingo halls
Reported skied on jury duty
Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me
Beigen rush Cuffies
Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa
Right? I shit rubies
Due to the night upon my behalf
I threw the shotty in the glass so
I could have a double blast
Scuffle past teams and couples
Quick with the knuckle, fast
Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass
Uppercut, bash
You in the grass slumped up and
Ya faggot-ass man hauled ass
Slim body, ain't a G-Y-M, G-Y-N
Love Doctor in the hood, fuck
Bitches on they friend, so, yo
Party people, you're the reason we're here
'Cause we love the game and
Our music is projects so, so, yo, hello
Makin' sure y'all still there (yeah)
On stage here tonight be
The almighty Theodore clique (yeah, yo)
I'm a little dude but I hold
Guns the size of Europe
Y'all niggas is sweet like
Pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at
Two-twelve is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys
I'm quick to yolk you up
Like eggs that's cooked sunny-side
Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip
Gun on the hip, posted for hours
Slingin' dope and powder
Culture Power, throwin' nitros
Lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're
Not made by Tyco
This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff
Bite ya ear off, therefore
The drama is what I'm here for
From the block to the stage
I represent for those
Locked in the cage 'til I'm
Dropped in the grave
Every line I spit is like
A shot from the gauge move accordingly
Even when I'm actin' disorderly (So, yo)
Party people, you're the reason we're here
(Who you with?) 'Cause we love the game and
Our music is projects
(See? See? Yo) , so, so, yo
I'm a Don, dead form, looked upon as equals
To the generals in my click
There'll be no sequels
Them hot ones'll crease you
The vultures'll feast you
The loved ones will shiest you
Gorillas will beast you
Just served fiends walkin' up
The block yawnin'
Late night meet, damn, forgot I got a warrant
Got in, laid down, then start snorin'
P-O kickin' ya door in, four in the mornin'
You blockin' my lane lane like John Stockton
With the uttermost disrespect just
Like Bernard Hopkins
See, it's PC within the verse
See, we could be peoples later, in business
Money Comes First (So, yo)
Party people, you're the reason we're here
'Cause we love the game and
Our music is projects so, so, yo, hello
Makin' sure y'all still there
On stage here tonight be
The almighty Theodore clique