Statik Selektah - Camouflage Dons lyrics
[Statik Selektah - Camouflage Dons lyrics]
Wolves out, baby
My barrel lean like thorazine
Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín
Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine
Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars
Guillotine a hundred on the dart boards
Dark on the big machine
Blowing at your entourage
Whole squad wolverines
Camouflage dons, spit's hella
Steam, prophesize, we monopolize
Gotta get the green
Backs in my nap sack, roll
Up a swisher sweet, light a spliff
Life's a bitch, freaking off with the team
All the shit I've seen
Probably should be dead now
Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong
It's weed to the head now
It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio
My niggas press you and leave
You in the poorest mode
Known movements, this reality music, the gun
Law is if you got one, you better use it
Listen, A and B convos
C your way out before D jump over E
And F you up like a G so play silly
Feel a 9 milly acting like you 'bout this
Life beef for really
Face fighting, wanna steal
Y'all niggas kill me
Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly
It's Louis Loaf with the
Smoke that beats that
Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt
If you send shots, we blowing off limbs
No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them
It's a new wave, NWA, take
It how you want it
And it's all I got to say
The fame ain't changed Meech, I
Still don't fuck with you, niggas
I still be on the streets
I still scream fuck religion
I ain't scared of beef
Got beef get put on a skillet
You bigots are non-existent so
Fuck all my competition, hold up
Hoes haze, no competition
Your mortal vision's sacrilegious
Spittinng vivid pictures
Smoking with the same niggas Montana flow
Whiter than the white cops that shot
The kid on my block
I'm from a place where we want it, we take it
Gold teeth, two foes
Trapping in the basement
Two freaks, one Meech
It's threesomes in the AM
Take a whiff, pure shit
Four blunts in one bitch
Bodies in the basement homicide cases
Prophesize about multiplying pot
Like we makers
Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers
I know I'm wrong but we don't
Go back to slave ships
Smif-n Wesson, one bullet your pick
Third leg, I be putting it in your bitch
Rhyme like Life After Death had a fourth disk
Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four shit
Park place, sheet pins
Smoking at the ball game
Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play
Smif-n Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade
Before you cross a dead motherfucker
Look both ways motherfucker, look both ways
Motherfucker, look both ways
Camouflage dons, camouflage dons
My barrel lean like thorazine
Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín
Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine
Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars
Guillotine a hundred on the dart boards
Dark on the big machine
Blowing at your entourage
Whole squad wolverines
Camouflage dons, spit's hella
Steam, prophesize, we monopolize
Gotta get the green
Backs in my nap sack, roll
Up a swisher sweet, light a spliff
Life's a bitch, freaking off with the team
All the shit I've seen
Probably should be dead now
Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong
It's weed to the head now
It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio
My niggas press you and leave
You in the poorest mode
Known movements, this reality music, the gun
Law is if you got one, you better use it
Listen, A and B convos
C your way out before D jump over E
And F you up like a G so play silly
Feel a 9 milly acting like you 'bout this
Life beef for really
Face fighting, wanna steal
Y'all niggas kill me
Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly
It's Louis Loaf with the
Smoke that beats that
Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt
If you send shots, we blowing off limbs
No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them
It's a new wave, NWA, take
It how you want it
And it's all I got to say
The fame ain't changed Meech, I
Still don't fuck with you, niggas
I still be on the streets
I still scream fuck religion
I ain't scared of beef
Got beef get put on a skillet
You bigots are non-existent so
Fuck all my competition, hold up
Hoes haze, no competition
Your mortal vision's sacrilegious
Spittinng vivid pictures
Smoking with the same niggas Montana flow
Whiter than the white cops that shot
The kid on my block
I'm from a place where we want it, we take it
Gold teeth, two foes
Trapping in the basement
Two freaks, one Meech
It's threesomes in the AM
Take a whiff, pure shit
Four blunts in one bitch
Bodies in the basement homicide cases
Prophesize about multiplying pot
Like we makers
Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers
I know I'm wrong but we don't
Go back to slave ships
Smif-n Wesson, one bullet your pick
Third leg, I be putting it in your bitch
Rhyme like Life After Death had a fourth disk
Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four shit
Park place, sheet pins
Smoking at the ball game
Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play
Smif-n Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade
Before you cross a dead motherfucker
Look both ways motherfucker, look both ways
Motherfucker, look both ways
Camouflage dons, camouflage dons