Текст песни Cakes - Kool G Rap
Yeah
Shake
your
funky
ass,
bitch
Yaknowmean...
Yo
Yo
we
divide
cakes
to
rise
the
stakes
Me
and
my
apes
die
for
papes
Bust
heat
and
hide
from
jake
Up
in
the
skyscrape,
on
top
of
the
world
Back
yourself
against
the
wall,
gun
brawl
Kid,
I
end
it
for
all
ya'll
(Shake
that
cake
bitch)
Son'll
stop
the
dough
from
flowin
Spotless
rock
glowin,
shots
are
blowin
Pop
the
c-lock,
rollin
waistline
and
glock
is
showin
We
keep
it
thugged
out,
who
not
knowin
get
your
knot
blown
in
Yo
yo
Bob
Digital
and
Kool
G
Rap,
we
set
the
booby
trap
African
wiz
wit
the
gat
inside
her
dooby
wrap
Derelict
rhyme
crabs,
you
rappin
for
a
Scooby
Snack
Foul-tongued
bitch,
you
bound
to
lick
my
doody
crack
Verbal
pellets
spray,
tec
sound
makes
my
amex
Every
slap
on
my
snare
drum
son
could
break
necks
You
get
yanked
up
and
spanked
up,
your
face
shanked
up
Who
the
FUCK
raise
your
rank
up?
I
blow
your
tank
up,
pop
the
lock
on
a
cop
handcuff
Puff
a
dutch
of
dust,
bust
the
jump'
up
and
snuff
out
the
judge
Fuck
a
cell
block,
black
top
capsule,
the
mailbox
It's
heavy-bone
birds
stash
glock
in
the
nailshop
One
the
strip,
took
a
sip,
twist
the
L
top
The
God
jewels
son
sound
like
a
third
rail
shock
The
gold
crossbone,
doorag,
universal
flag
Blast
at
the
turbo
charge
and
purple
herbal
drag
Known
for
the
W,
carry
a
double-two
in
the
shoe
Iron
snub
rubber
noose
in
the
bubble
goose
Bullets
soaked
in
oil,
hot
heat
will
flame
broil
Wu-Tang
slang
I
bang
makes
your
brain
coil
Shaolin
gods
we
known
to
stack
cakes
Desert
Queen
projects
son,
they
bake
cakes
Uptown
Pilan
dogs,
you
make
cakes
Cold
Medina
sons,
they
known
to
take
cakes
Yo,
we
have
the
Wu-Tang,
we
let
two's
bang
That's
how
we
do
thangs,
that's
how
we
move
thangs
Shoes
paid
wit
two
in
the
brain
Keep
the
ice
blue
in
the
Range
Me
and
The
RZ'
quick
wit
two
of
them
dames
Got
my
dick
blew
in
the
Range
My
nigga
keep
it
true
to
the
game
It
ain't
no
tellin
what
I
do
to
you
lames
If
my
mood
change,
choose
to
aim
Do
you
and
your
dudes
the
same
Go
against
grain
and
lose
a
fame
Who
claim
life
in
the
thug
lane
but
life
is
real
Lead
come
out
of
pipes
of
steel
Rob,
kill,
or
heist
for
mills
Spill
as
I
let
out
and
slice
your
grill
Nigga
don't
think
twice
to
peel
Just
open
shop
and
dice
to
grill
Send
the
six
out,
bust
crib
route
To
the
brickhouse,
steppin
on
new
terrain,
bring
the
click
out
The
streets
don't
wanna
see
you
read,
let
a
clip
out
These
niggas
slip
out,
make
they
blood
drip
out
Yo
we
divide
the
cakes
to
rise
the
stakes
Me
and
my
apes
die
for
papes
Bust
heat
and
hide
from
jake
Up
in
the
skyscrape,
on
top
of
the
world
Back
is
up
against
the
wall,
gun
brawl
Kid,
I
end
it
for
all
ya'll
The
flood'll
stop
the
dough
from
flowin
Spotless
rock
glowin,
shots
I'm
blowin
Pop
the
c-lock,
rollin
waistline,
the
glock
is
showin
E
keep
it
thugged
out,
who
not
knowin
get
your
knot
blown
in
We
said
Uptown
Pilan
dogs,
you
make
cakes
Cold
Medina
sons,
you
known
to
take
cakes
Desert
Queen
project
wizes,
they
bake
cakes
Shaolin
gods,
we
known
to
stack
cakes
Uptown
Pilan
dogs,
you
make
cakes
Cold
Medina
sons
is
known
to
take
cakes
Desert
Queen
project
cats,
they
bake
cakes
Shaolin
gods,
we
known
to
stack
cakes
Desert
Queen
project
cats,
they
bake
cakes
Shaolin
gods
is
known
to
stack
cakes
Uptown
Pilan
dogs,
you
make
cakes
Cold
Medina
son
is
bound
to
take
cakes
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