Текст (слова) песни: Raekwon The Chef - Clientele Kidd

(featuring Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah & Polite)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, blip blip blap blap blap
What up?

[Hook x2: Polite]
Who don`t know? They don`t know, betta let `em know
There they go, here we go

[Raekwon]
Aiyo Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin` ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby`s on and 4/5ths
Attractin` them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons`ll watch
Then four minutes later they burgulars
I heard from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up
And now he`s stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics
Go against it and it`s instant vendettas
He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin` in
Crib in Africa with two lions
Somethin` like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
Came back wrapped it up, too sweet
The game is missin` somethin` unique
I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep

[Chorus x2: Polite]
CHEF! We designin`, rhymin` with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin`
CHEF! He gave y`all niggaz bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin`

[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh
Yo Don Carta` bomb harder over nearly everybody
Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
Just waitin` for Rae to give met he cue and
you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin`
Get down, lay down, we don`t play around
I don`t know what you heard but, we don`t play around
It`s cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened?
How you leave the dope game to persue rappin`?
Already knowin` that ya shit was trash
Breathin` hard on the mic when yo` click is ass
All we tryin` to do is bring dignity to rap
And you kiddin` me? I`m literally the epitome of that
Uh, we much better than y`all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers `pon cock
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon` drop
What?

[Chorus x2]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
And he pleadin` for mercy, bleedin` from his dome and he thirsty
The first week we made him eat shit!
Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch
Made him watch me on the couch havin` fun with his kids
So what hurts more: is it me showin` love to ya fam?
Or you in the box laid under the floor?
Or keep you alive blow torchin` ya balls?
My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls
Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack
We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact
Finish you off cuz I`m pressed for time
Your man and `em will be next to die
Mothafucka!

[Chorus x2]

[Hook x4]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Raekwon The Chef - Clientele Kidd (featuring Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah & Polite) [Intro: Raekwon] Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah Word up, blip blip blap blap blap What up? [Hook x2: Polite] Who don`t know? They don`t know, betta let `em know There they go, here we go [Raekwon] Aiyo Clientele Kidd Layin in the crib gettin` ill money, those who 8 hours get gig Got rugby`s on and 4/5ths Attractin` them niggaz I go against, the money was his One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons`ll watch Then four minutes later they burgulars I heard from the grapevine mine made it Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up And now he`s stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics Go against it and it`s instant vendettas He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin` in Crib in Africa with two lions Somethin` like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions Came back wrapped it up, too sweet The game is missin` somethin` unique I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep [Chorus x2: Polite] CHEF! We designin`, rhymin` with Diamonds CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin` CHEF! He gave y`all niggaz bricks on consignment CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin` [Fat Joe] Yeah uh Yo Don Carta` bomb harder over nearly everybody Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti Just waitin` for Rae to give met he cue and you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin` Get down, lay down, we don`t play around I don`t know what you heard but, we don`t play around It`s cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened? How you leave the dope game to persue rappin`? Already knowin` that ya shit was trash Breathin` hard on the mic when yo` click is ass All we tryin` to do is bring dignity to rap And you kiddin` me? I`m literally the epitome of that Uh, we much better than y`all, Terre-error the Squad My niggaz set it when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers `pon cock Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon` drop What? [Chorus x2] [Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah) Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah) And he pleadin` for mercy, bleedin` from his dome and he thirsty The first week we made him eat shit! Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch Made him watch me on the couch havin` fun with his kids So what hurts more: is it me showin` love to ya fam? Or you in the box laid under the floor? Or keep you alive blow torchin` ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact Finish you off cuz I`m pressed for time Your man and `em will be next to die Mothafucka! [Chorus x2] [Hook x4] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Clientele Kidd: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/7823.html Все тексты песен: Raekwon The Chef » Raekwon The Chef - Knowledge God » Raekwon The Chef - Sneakers » Raekwon The Chef - Giant Size » Raekwon The Chef - Can It All Be So Simple (remix) » Raekwon The Chef - Sneakers » Raekwon The Chef - Determination » Raekwon The Chef - My Favorite Dred » Raekwon The Chef - Yae Yo » Raekwon The Chef - Heart to Heart » Raekwon The Chef - My Favorite Dred » Raekwon The Chef - Knuckleheadz » Raekwon The Chef - Verbal Intercourse » Raekwon The Chef - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx » Raekwon The Chef - Criminology » Raekwon The Chef - Incarcerated Scarfaces » Raekwon The Chef - Forecast » Raekwon The Chef - Ice Water » Raekwon The Chef - Knowledge God » Raekwon The Chef - Knuckleheadz » Raekwon The Chef - Live From New York Рекомендуем скачать: » Head Automatica - Negro Spiritual » Henry Rollins - Saying Goodbye Again » Hitchcock Robyn - The Shapes Between Us Turn To Animals » Hot Boys f Lil Wayne - Block Burner » Honey - Anthem » Hey Mercedes - Wearing A Wire » Hilary Duff - I Can`t Wait ( Remix) » Hank The Knife & The Jets - Guitar King » Hilary Duff - I`ll Be ready » Howard Jones - I.G.Y. (International Geophysical Year) » Heltah Skeltah - M.F.C. Lawz » harem scarem - Turn Around » Haemorrhage - Ectopic Eye » Hombres G - El Beso Y El Perfume » Him - Sweet Pandemonium » harcourt ed - she fell into my arms \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Hill Dan - It`s A Long Road » Helloween - In The Night » hammill peter - Ophelia » Hart Corey - Lamp At Midnite
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