Westside Gunn, Busta Rhymes, Slick Rick - Ocean Prime lyrics

Ayo ayo, ayo
FLYGOD

Ayo, the first body made me anemic
Draco up close
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Chop him in pieces, out
The Black Badge Ghost, take it or leave it
(Ah) thousand and eight grams, parade it
Turbo take hands (Skrrt)
Shake hands with the devil
I send shootout to take lane (Brr, brr, brr)
The pole out the Polestar, Lord
Coke pot pissy
Stefano Ricci, lookin' richer
Got extendos on the glizzy
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
7: 30 on the FP Journe
Preparin' for the storm
Don't forget the Vacheron
You know what time it is
(You know what time it is)
Outside your mama crib
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot)
You hit everything to show you positive
Nobody live, nobody live (Nobody live)
'95 Undertaker in the Prada trench (Ah)

I'm into plantin' seeds of bard
Farmers toss the soil
The type of strain that blossom
Stickier than caster oil
(Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
My coke the most potent inside the foil
I kept the weed at proper room temperature
Why it spoil? (Why, nigga?)
Call my Panamanian connect a jaco
(Chucha loco)
Pulled up on El Rogero Topo in El Durado
(What happenin' now, baby?)
Beyond connected, my plug should call Gustavo
Appreciate it's just a jux
Now slide the coca pronto (Hurry up)
Lemme roll up the weed, nigga
Pass the fronto
The first to inhabit this land, nigga
Call me Tonto (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You big nose lyin' niggas, call you Gonzo
Bitches can't manage this D in
The morning like I'm Alonzo (God damn)
I provide the grocery like I was Costco
(Supply the fuckin' strip)
Oh, you got a lil' coke, I got a lot though
(Get the tool)
You niggas know my rep, I make it hot, yo
You bitches think you can cook
I'm nicer with the pot, ho
(Pot, ho)

First paintbrush at us, toss it, floss, kid
Send the deposit
And to us with, and watch us slip
Mount top castrophic
Hump in public, cops be boppin', stop
Cannot us steamin' hot as volcano ash get
No one can stop us walkin' down the street
My jewels neck drop 'cause
Admires black, eloquent, this
How fucked does us have?
Roll luxurious with ain't her, discuss us
Not the patch, got Wallabees lit
Minus the profit's
Educate 'em sacred, morals above it
Is I was scared
Eventual kid come out as pashas