Meyhem Lauren, Raekwon - Let the Water lyrics
[Meyhem Lauren, Raekwon - Let the Water lyrics]
Reppin' this style
I'm higher than whatever in the 2000
I'm like Isaac in the?scene age? days
Gettin' 1000s
Yup, flip 'em in the M, suede Tims on
Blew housing up, they knew my niggas is proud
?Kens?, we vanish
Sipping Kahluas we on the block frozen
Whatever, niggas wanna do us then do us
We like Roberta Flack and the Gap Band
And Curtis you urge us to stack grand
Scarface, we eat our grit's with eggs in 'em
None of the roach legs in 'em
Watching Soul Train everybody dipped in denim
With beads on they neck and
Braids just like Stevie cover
You gotta see me brother
Brushing my waves and now a few march
A few good men that carry cartridges
And smoke now we all getting trim
They play the deuce loose, Old Gold juice
BVDs on, Adidas no laces
Drinking pineapple fruit's but uh
When people get shot down
For not minding theirs
So many young adolescents with no careers
You got 10-11 year olds drinking beers
So many go home nigga hit up the Frigidaire
What
Rap apostle, run through pussy like a brothel
My shit's too raw
Burn the flesh up in your nostril
New York City gospel, young black and hostile
Niggas making sales all day
Because they got to
Foul in the city I'm from we going downhill
Niggas catch beef, cock back spray a round
Chill
Police giving permanent pink slips to perps
Young bitches got older niggas
Lifting up they skirts
That's a lack of guidance mixed
With a dash of defiance
Adolescents get locked frail
Come home like giants
We should go to law school
Instead of being lawyer clients
Respect the code of silence
Big up my nigga Science
Outdoorsmen and Lowlifes got an alliance
Fuck I wanna work I'd
Rather hand out assignments
To uncivil civilians that post
Outside of buildings
On a quest for million by
Stacking hundred dollar Williams
I'm higher than whatever in the 2000
I'm like Isaac in the?scene age? days
Gettin' 1000s
Yup, flip 'em in the M, suede Tims on
Blew housing up, they knew my niggas is proud
?Kens?, we vanish
Sipping Kahluas we on the block frozen
Whatever, niggas wanna do us then do us
We like Roberta Flack and the Gap Band
And Curtis you urge us to stack grand
Scarface, we eat our grit's with eggs in 'em
None of the roach legs in 'em
Watching Soul Train everybody dipped in denim
With beads on they neck and
Braids just like Stevie cover
You gotta see me brother
Brushing my waves and now a few march
A few good men that carry cartridges
And smoke now we all getting trim
They play the deuce loose, Old Gold juice
BVDs on, Adidas no laces
Drinking pineapple fruit's but uh
When people get shot down
For not minding theirs
So many young adolescents with no careers
You got 10-11 year olds drinking beers
So many go home nigga hit up the Frigidaire
What
Rap apostle, run through pussy like a brothel
My shit's too raw
Burn the flesh up in your nostril
New York City gospel, young black and hostile
Niggas making sales all day
Because they got to
Foul in the city I'm from we going downhill
Niggas catch beef, cock back spray a round
Chill
Police giving permanent pink slips to perps
Young bitches got older niggas
Lifting up they skirts
That's a lack of guidance mixed
With a dash of defiance
Adolescents get locked frail
Come home like giants
We should go to law school
Instead of being lawyer clients
Respect the code of silence
Big up my nigga Science
Outdoorsmen and Lowlifes got an alliance
Fuck I wanna work I'd
Rather hand out assignments
To uncivil civilians that post
Outside of buildings
On a quest for million by
Stacking hundred dollar Williams