Текст песни Clips - Ghostface Killah

Ay yo turn those lights down while i'm recording
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room g
Straight up
Sipping on that bullshit budweiser
Know i mean
Yo what fuck you too nigga
Kind of pants you got on motherfucker capris
Bitch ass nigga go get ya feet done
Eat a dick nigga
Catch me in the 80's drop
Oldschool mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my lady's suck with two bodies on it
Capricorn aquarius
Lost so much blood these bitch niggas in they periods
They say i be living a role like 'pac in juice
And only fuck with fly bitches that can fly and boost
And they ears be chandeliers
Lit up like a lamp who cares
They cooch is fierce the only thing loose is hairs
That's right y'all
If a rap nigga say my name i'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state light charge
My predicate status irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shits from new orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick switch with the hands
Powder blue wally's is dyed
Vanilla bally's is mean
Can't none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team uh
Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you turn mothers to mourners
Money launderers neighborhood coroners
Place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty cash
Cocaine jacks
Kings of the hill out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw theodore we got the game on smash
Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off
We hold the weight of four synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash heavy tecks hood rats sexing 'em
Paris crew little dudes
Please i was repping 'em
Niggas couldn't come through
That's when the block was like wallpaper
Loved sticking niggas like crazy glue
Blackouts happened god forbid don't be around
The bag lady will mark you and let off in the next town
She struck two times get caught
Good luck blood it ain't no heinz
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see they selves
They all gonna die
It's the tale of the crips and bloods
Pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
On that note I'm a say peace
Theodore word to darryl mack's teeth
Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you turn mothers to mourners
Money launderers neighborhood coroners
Place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty cash
Cocaine jacks
Kings of the hill out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw theodore we got the game on smash
Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off
Yo ayo i'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on
The block while you holding your dick
My semi they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of total is trash
Because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like ore ida
On the day of your death people had
Candles but couldn't find no lighter
Fuck your mural
Fuck your hood
You ain't a street legend like me
Blake carrington holding the dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like meineke
And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with e
Jewel thief shizzam bangles in the vault deep
And cruising deserts mad heavy into salt treats
I'm the taste in bush's mouth nasty
Afghanistan missions gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking niggas off by the red sea
And did it all for ghost sniffing on caffeine