N.O.R.E., Sho Balotti, Troy Ave - Powder Water lyrics

Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga

I’m sipping Cristal now you can hate me
Chicks never say nahs, yeahs and maybes
I’m a bad boy but i'm with your baby
Roll up in Mercedes
Two front seats no back, no tops
Flippin’ and whippin’ either way
I get the drop
Pick up the spliff and pick up
Your face with a shot
Handle my business and celebrate
It with a shot two or three
Yeah I’m in the zone
I like to mix rose mo’ with ma Patron
The only life I know put that in a song
So take two birds forty in June price high
Out of town life by
Living amongst lions notice I ain’t die
Powder

Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga

Got your bitch on my bike, crack addict
Saw me cooking eggs and thought
I was back at it arm n’ Hammer
Ma niggas still hood whip it real good
Whip, whip it real good
Plenty keys, drug dealer green
Good belt always hang from my denim jeans
I get thrills when I ride on my enemies
It was real when they caught
Me in the Phillipines
Yeah… you found Noreaga shittin like a mule
With them 40 acres
Papi a vet ain’t no little grams
I’m the connect so fuck the little mans
I speak about it, I got my money up
Every week me and Hass in Columbia
Yeah… so what you think they call me Papi for
Even when i pop chicks raw
I’ve been selling raw

Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga

They ain't seen a wave like
This since the 80s
You done fell in love with a crook now baby
Imma buss that thing open like
Yo ass doing yoga
Ice on my chain got my neck going polar
Living life
So why you giving the cold shoulder
Good belt gang that thing cost 12 hundred
Belt buckle big H fucked up a few credit
Cards that ain’t nothing
Cause my credit score in the hood is 800
So if rap don’t work for me
I just call my pluggie
He hit me on the arm like
He seen a punch buggie
Go to the spot to cop your shit
My plug says meet me at
The dock… bring a forklift
Pause for the feds man I’m off this
At the fortress… with your bitch
She gorgeous but attitude is all swordfish
Type a bitch never in a good mood
So after I fuck her I try to
Convince her that you’s a good dude
Pardon’ me that was kind of rude
Party at the crib and shorty ya’ll come thru
You and yo’ best friend yeah bring her too
Maybe later on show me how that thing move
5-7 bitch, know the gang, know the crew

Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga