Текст (слова) песни: Raekwon The Chef - Spot Rusherz

{*street noise and a St. Ide`s commercial play in the background*}
(these raps are best guess based on what`s heard as Rae talks)

[Ghost] Who`s the Wallabe kid, dressed down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My rap is like a laser beam
that blow between the bushes, St. Ide`s and I the king of tings

[U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide`s, sippin it`s real
and thrillin will I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you can`t die, them peoples do lie
And if the street don`t know, you`re full of slang cane pain

[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
I said, ock, I`m hot, let`s go sit on the bay by the docks
of the black, I`m fully packed, always got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin

*conversation*
All that good shit
Yeah
KnowhatI`msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful
Word
YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night
But I`ve seen it though, knowhatI`msayin? Like I seen it
You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI`msayin?
Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?
Tried to man, youknowhatI`msayin, but she was come pullin off
Word
Word?
Just come pullin off her as her drawers
Worrrd
Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI`msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt
Yeah yeah
It`s like you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahzay blahe
It`s the wind, I`m tellin you
Yeah yeah word
It`s the air, I can feel it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like
the sun ain`t even out
Yo the sun don`t shine nobody, knowhatI`msayin?

[Lyrics: Raekwon the Chef]
Yeah
One-two, one-two, nigga
Line for line, line for line
How we get down wit da rhyme
Yo, it be a line for line, line for line
This is how we get down
Yeah, line for line, line for line
This is how we get down

Yo! Can you feel me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I ain`t tellin
Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man walked in
Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique`s from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
That`s my man, that`s my man too
Call him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the week, I`m buyin you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain`t talkin bout Hancock
No time for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We gon` get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
Don`t try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where`s your man, where`s the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his mouth
Infra-redded his head when he entered
But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion`s wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where`s the cash and the stash that`s mixed?
I don`t know!
Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!

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My rap is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide`s and I the king of tings [U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide`s, sippin it`s real and thrillin will I, drink it and we only too be dope, you can`t die, them peoples do lie And if the street don`t know, you`re full of slang cane pain [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block I said, ock, I`m hot, let`s go sit on the bay by the docks of the black, I`m fully packed, always got my Trojan Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin conversation All that good shit Yeah KnowhatI`msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful Word YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night But I`ve seen it though, knowhatI`msayin? Like I seen it You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI`msayin? Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? Tried to man, youknowhatI`msayin, but she was come pullin off Word Word? Just come pullin off her as her drawers Worrrd Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI`msayin? Shoulda, on the real Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt Yeah yeah It`s like you hear something tomorrow right Some like yo, blahzay blahe It`s the wind, I`m tellin you Yeah yeah word It`s the air, I can feel it It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like the sun ain`t even out Yo the sun don`t shine nobody, knowhatI`msayin? [Lyrics: Raekwon the Chef] Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how we get down Yeah, line for line, line for line This is how we get down Yo! Can you feel me? Storytellin rap Magellan I ain`t tellin Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy! Cat surrounded, this political brown kid All out the wind yo, my man walked in Pullin mints out son had mad clientele Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill! Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique`s from outta state They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You know the kid with the most doe-getters And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters That`s my man, that`s my man too Call him up on the strength of the Wu And watch me game, yo grab the cell I got a heist to pull off well At the end of the week, I`m buyin you a L Lexus nigga, I ain`t talkin bout Hancock No time for weed plus no time to get locked That night, up in the staircase Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face We gon` get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump Don`t try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black Where`s your man, where`s the sky blue Land at? Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat (Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!) Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swing Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch Kion, gag his mouth Infra-redded his head when he entered But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A friend of, Kion`s wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost Thought for a second, turned around Threw the nine in his meatloaf Yo, where`s the cash and the stash that`s mixed? I don`t know! Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch! Нравится песня? 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