作词 : Dennis Coles/C. Broady 作曲 : Dennis Coles/C. Broady Yo, Saturday night, uptown Ridin' past Kansas fried chicken What's poppin' kid? we in the mix It's chilly forty below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J'sBlowin' my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the bass boots Heard a screech pull up, these jukes flashed me five pictures One had my man's mug, semi stepped brother hugs You asked the wrong guy son I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. ColesFlew in two days ago to see his fam' But we been watchin' you, crazily The whole Staten island ****tin' on you Wisdom bird's pregnant out in paisley Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up Not trunk today, still lookin' fly, still slammed up hung Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probat' You dealin' with a lot of science, we're watchin' you Make me wanna lick shots at you You disgust me, screwin' me down, grab my gun Go 'head bust me, heard you hate juke that's what it must be Hands behind your back, spread your legs Just found a roach in your tray It's not mine , what I saidYou met the thirteenth ***** A multi million dollar operation is based upon it yo Where's the hell's the riza? He's sellin' mics, wildest joints Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out On how po' live, hatin' plus harassin' the kid Park the truck in the double face garage Dial one nine hundred raekwon, tell the God, shit's mega Reel flashin' me on bet, planet groove, rap city news N double A C P committees{ We interrupted this special bulletin to bring you}
作词 : Dennis Coles/C. Broady 作曲 : Dennis Coles/C. Broady Yo, Saturday night, uptown Ridin' past Kansas fried chicken What's poppin' kid? we in the mix It's chilly forty below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J'sBlowin' my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the bass boots Heard a screech pull up, these jukes flashed me five pictures One had my man's mug, semi stepped brother hugs You asked the wrong guy son I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. ColesFlew in two days ago to see his fam' But we been watchin' you, crazily The whole Staten island ****tin' on you Wisdom bird's pregnant out in paisley Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up Not trunk today, still lookin' fly, still slammed up hung Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probat' You dealin' with a lot of science, we're watchin' you Make me wanna lick shots at you You disgust me, screwin' me down, grab my gun Go 'head bust me, heard you hate juke that's what it must be Hands behind your back, spread your legs Just found a roach in your tray It's not mine , what I saidYou met the thirteenth ***** A multi million dollar operation is based upon it yo Where's the hell's the riza? He's sellin' mics, wildest joints Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out On how po' live, hatin' plus harassin' the kid Park the truck in the double face garage Dial one nine hundred raekwon, tell the God, shit's mega Reel flashin' me on bet, planet groove, rap city news N double A C P committees{ We interrupted this special bulletin to bring you}
