Lyrics Saigon Velour (Remix) - Ghostface Killah feat. Snoop Dogg, E-40 & Tricky

Okay, yeah, yo yo
Son I walk down the block like it's '76
Pink fur hat just to match my kicks
And my chain's like eighty pound of frozen ice
I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice
Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian (?)
I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport
An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos
Count the plaques on the wall, like I sing for the Beatles
Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel
Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco
But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
Well I'm black as an onyx, (?) and demonic
Little (?) go in your mouth, Orthodontics
Globally iconic
Dr. Dre, The Chronic
My new company, Wu-Electronics
Scientifcally smart, technology art
(?) Jackson and Tony Stark's undeniable thoughts
Avoidin' unmarks
FBI, DEA, all government sharks
All around the nation they see my demonstration
Four-Four revolver, no shell casings
Send you to a coroner, a murderer's formula
My feet up for weeks, Miami Beach, Florida
Sign of success, trust the process
Women with they feet in my sand, topless
Darkman's a monster, yeah, Lochness
Nothin' in the mother fuckin' word could stop this
I'm a ski-mask professional always after that decimal
Shoot you in your head, if you live, you'll be a vegetable
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
Original, the lifestyle, boom-pow
Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow
Way up in the cloud it's the (?) flame
Now let me show you how to maintain and sustain as I crush game
Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane
Plush game, lavish livin', bust on the pigs with bad intentions
Dope go for both young Loc (?)
The homies said 9-1-1 is a joke (fuck tha police!)
And I believe that so I protect and
Serve every nigga on the block, that's my word
Cadillac drivin', stackin',
Providin', listenin' to the sounds of the sirens
I'mma O.G. nigga on a mission
Beans don't burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
Quality gate livin', (?)
Rockin' real longer than (?)
Still holdin' a torch
Got my wine and the (?) parked
Or should I say the (?) registry
If it ain't now, it will be
Grew up on purple,
Went from humble to be bumpin' a (?) trunk full of rumble
In a major way, 40 cookin' out the (?)
Parked in the kitchen at all times
I'mma boss, (?) write my own rhymes
Been there, done it, been a sacka (?) trapper before rapper
Been one-hundred from day one, quick thinkin', fast reactor
Been a fixture, I don't think there's many left
Been the shit like your baby mama breath
Been in it for a while, been a (?)
'Cause them hazards and (?) is how I'm livin'
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street