Wu Block, Method Man - Pull Tha Cars Out lyrics

We make the club jump every time
We walk in this bitch
Yea, we shining you can tell
My niggas is rich
Rozay and Patron at my throne
Women at my feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap
I'm on the other side of the map
Nine nickel plate strap with a
Bitch on my lap
Back to back on the FDR, big cigar
You can tell there's a star
In one of these cars she's with Ghostface
Yeah a bird on her wrist
Mask on face, gorillas in mist
Everybody try but they can't do it like this
This Don Donna it starts I bet I won't miss

Hey yo

Pull them cars out we gettin money over here
Them bottles on the table
The weed in the air your woman starin at us
Them haters ice grillin
Wu-Block, you know we in the buildin

Every little spot they know me
Loyal females who can't just give me the twat
They show me like I'm a big
Stock broker on Wall Street i said, "Nahh
I'm that big drug dealer from 4E!"
A lot of guacamole, know a lot of parolees
Slung in front of a lot
Of these delis eatin cannolis
I stayed on the front line
Like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes
Start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain on my Porsche
Light-skined said she a virgo
Said she love my roll game and my bird yo
A baby ghost appeared from the blunt smoke
It lingered through her hair and
Set into her clothes
Her bag fell, I saw a 38 snub nose
I stole that and still fucked
Her when the club closed

Buck fifty on your face
Hundred stacks on the car
If I spend a rack today
Get that rack back tomorr
I'm a cash ruler, rulers zig-zag allah
Get my money off the
Hook like I'm Abdul-Jabar
Get my money off the book like Steve Paul
Then fall, act hard, but they livin
They think like a man
But act like they women
I never trust a broad with that in
God trust only trust in God look at me
I'm what these little haters wanna be
I'm your man
50 grand and I keep it a hundred G
I'm that block on fire
It's like a hundred and three
Rappers come a dime a dozen but
They don't come in tha peace
I only need a few raps
When you comin with cheese
And the people you come up with
They be comin to me
We got the city under siege
Where the tightest ladies
Wear the tightest dungarees