Kool G Rap, RZA - Cakes lyrics

Yeah shake your funky ass, bitch
Yaknowmean yo

Yo we divide cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
Back yourself against the wall, gun brawl
Kid, I end it for all ya'll
(Shake that cake bitch)
Son'll stop the dough from flowin
Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin
Pop the c-lock
Rollin waistline and Glock is showin
We keep it thugged out
Who not knowin get your knot blown in

Yo yo bob Digital and Kool G Rap
We set the booby trap
African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap
Derelict rhyme crabs
You rappin for a Scooby Snack
Foul-tongued bitch
You bound to lick my doody crack
Verbal pellets spray, tec sound makes my amex
Every slap on my snare drum
Son could break necks
You get yanked up and spanked up
Your face shanked up
Who the FUCK raise your rank up?
I blow your tank up
Pop the lock on a cop handcuff
Puff a dutch of dust
Bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge
Fuck a cell block, black top capsule
The mailbox
It's cherry-bone birds stash Glock
In the nailshop
One the strip, took a sip, twist the L top
The God jewels son sound like
A third rail shock
The gold crossbone, doorag, universal flag
Blast at the turbo charge
And purple herbal drag known for the W
Carry a double-two in the shoe
Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose
Bullets soaked in oil
Hot heat will flame broil
Wu Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil

Shaolin gods we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes

Yo, we have the Wu Tang, we let two's bang
That's how we do thangs
That's how we move thangs
Shoes paid wit two in the brain
Keep the ice blue in the Range
Me and The RZ' quick wit two of them dames
Got my dick blew in the Range
My nigga keep it true to the game
It ain't no tellin what I do to you lames
If my mood change, choose to aim
Do you and your dudes the same
Go against grain and lose a fame
Who claim life in the thug
Lane but life is real
Lead come out of pipes of steel
Rob, kill, or heist for mills
Spill as I let out and slice your grill
Nigga don't think twice to peel
Just open shop and dice to grill
Send the six out, bust crib route
To the brickhouse, steppin on new terrain
Bring the click out
The streets don't wanna see you read
Let a clip out these niggas slip out
Make they blood drip out

Yo we divide the cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
Back is up against the wall, gun brawl
Kid, I end it for all ya'll
The flood'll stop the dough from flowin
Spotless rock glowin, shots I'm blowin
Pop the c-lock, rollin waistline
The Glock is showin e keep it thugged out
Who not knowin get your knot blown in

We said Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes
Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons is known to take cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods is known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina son is bound to take cakes