Swollen Members, The Alchemist, Ghostface Killah - Weight lyrics

Yeah, yo
Ayo my cocaine's whiter than Colgate
And when Christ come, I'mma go relocate
Finish off them dimes
Big slabs of crack lighting my gangsta's will
Bury me at the plate in Bronx Bombers' field
Give my young guards the four horses
My baby girls get the pink Porches
Dookie gems and they're all gorgeous
King Tone had a mean fortress
A French maid blowin' me
Down like Fara Fawcett
My gun collection is big in the Adolf section
My little mini me, he bump off the Mexicans
Mostly known for my earlobe
Four million dollar disco ball, shit dope
My wrist cut bang glass on the crystal floor
At Club Shiznit with romy roam just came home
Violate a parole selling cell phones
With a Snoop Dogg perm
His brother puffs sherm through
Two and big worm

Weight, my my my money fold up
Uh, my my my pockets swolled up
Say what, say what, just roll up
What's the hold up, unload and reload up

Hell fire
(hell fire) , Hamburger Hill shell fire
Kill quiet like a knife on the front line
Private
Live riot stage show, verse burn, flamethrow
Overthrow, take over
Name known around the globe
King cobra, poison slow fang
Jungle overgrown wu Tang, Ghostface
Alchemist killing the song
Top billing, feeling famous, chopping heads
Rock iller

Comic villain on painkillers
Watching Good Fellas
Dancing in the dungeon all by myself
I say I think I'm going crazy
That's a cry for help
My phone don't ring but
Get sexy text messages gun under my couch
Thoughts of bitches mud wrestling
Me I'm just chillin' with
Killers at my disposal
I have a feeling you will accept my proposal
Put another dime in the jukebox
I love rock 'n roll
Bulletproof vest, Glock, lock 'n load

Weight, my my my money fold up
Uh, my my my pockets swolled up
Say what, say what, just roll up
What's the hold up, unload and reload up

Rap zombie I'm controlled by powers beyond me
I go from the drum machine
Straight to the DVD
To the hard drive, to the G5
To the computer screen
To the lab through the speakers to
The pens and the pads
To the science, to the math, to the vocab
Straight to the vocal booth, to the mic
Back to that old rap
Through the speakers to the place where
Your heart and your soul at
Drop out the drums, rough mix
Straight to the work that
Bounce the track to disc format
And then burn that to the CD
We take it to the truck where the systems at
Make sure the bass hit like a thunderclap
Then I double back to the lab
Fast like I was running laps
I freeze, back to the Digi D to an MP3
Through the internet freeway
Straight to the DJ
Straight to the radio, constant airplay
I gotta keep food on my plate
So I'm moving that

Weight, my my my money fold up
Uh, my my my pockets swolled up
Say what, say what, just roll up
What's the hold up, unload and reload up