Lyrics Good Kush - Raekwon feat. Jagged Edge
                                                    I 
                                                said 
                                                hold 
                                                up, 
                                                ma, 
                                                I′ll 
                                                make 
                                                you 
                                                look 
                                                good, 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                understood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                twisted, 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                ride 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                hood
 
                                    
                                
                                                26 
                                                inches, 
                                                blowing 
                                                nothing 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                good
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                the 
                                                Alpine 
                                                bumping
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                said 
                                                hold 
                                                up, 
                                                ma, 
                                                I′ll 
                                                make 
                                                you 
                                                look 
                                                good, 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                understood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                twisted, 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                ride 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                hood
 
                                    
                                
                                                26 
                                                inches, 
                                                blowing 
                                                nothing 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                good
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                the 
                                                Alpine 
                                                bumping
 
                                    
                                
                                                Extra 
                                                saucy, 
                                                fly 
                                                niggas 
                                                is 
                                                flossy, 
                                                caught 
                                                'em 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Bentley 
                                                wagging
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swinging 
                                                remorsely, 
                                                guns 
                                                I′m 
                                                waving 
                                                ′em
 
                                    
                                
                                                Braze 
                                                    a 
                                                nigga 
                                                facial, 
                                                still 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hood, 
                                                got 
                                                my 
                                                hands 
                                                and 
                                                them 
                                                lazers, 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow 
                                                them 
                                                niggas 
                                                labels 
                                                down, 
                                                rhyme, 
                                                    I 
                                                brag
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yellow 
                                                Jag', 
                                                elephant 
                                                black 
                                                leather
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Tuskigi 
                                                look, 
                                                    I 
                                                master 
                                                the 
                                                swagger 
                                                rhyming
 
                                    
                                
                                                Playing 
                                                corners, 
                                                shopping 
                                                enormous, 
                                                rocking 
                                                black 
                                                watch 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                band 
                                                is 
                                                racist, 
                                                I′m 
                                                mourning
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                Malcolm 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                prime, 
                                                nines 
                                                on 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kill 
                                                them 
                                                lines, 
                                                we 
                                                living 
                                                in 
                                                them 
                                                airs 
                                                with 
                                                wears
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                heard 
                                                of 
                                                us, 
                                                the 
                                                most 
                                                powerful 
                                                glastrinomical
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                big 
                                                shit, 
                                                light 
                                                hitting 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                tower, 
                                                boo
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                I′m 
                                                puffin' 
                                                that 
                                                good 
                                                kush, 
                                                hood 
                                                ′dro, 
                                                slide 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                Antique 
                                                whip, 
                                                helping 
                                                the 
                                                hood 
                                                blow, 
                                                I'm 
                                                all 
                                                about 
                                                papers
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                face 
                                                makers, 
                                                who 
                                                chase 
                                                heavy, 
                                                thick 
                                                cake, 
                                                head 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                state
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fire 
                                                escape 
                                                capers...
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 The Truth
2 Eldarado
3 Let My Niggas Live
4 Scarface Skit (Raekwon Speaks)
5 The Heist
6 Shame on a Nigga
7 Intro
8 DJ Riddler Skit
9 You Might Die
10 Major Waves
11 Tony Soprano (DJ Riddler Skit)
12 Gun King
13 Still Killin'
14 Yae Yo
15 King Pinz
16 Baggage Handlers
17 Spring Water
18 45's Skit
19 Big Spender
20 Make Moves
21 Purple Jag
22 Bump Bump
23 Pop Off (Unreleased)
24 Joe Pesci (DJ Riddler Skit)
25 Thousands to M's
26 Kids That's Rich
27 Good Kush
28 Fish & Chips
29 DJ Riddler Blend
30 Vatican
31 Down South
32 Ice Water
33 Ghetto Boy
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