Yolanda's House (Ft. Raekwon & Method Man)歌词

Yeah yo I'm skinned up
Nike's is scuffed
Still bugging earlier around four
How I escaped the bust
The way I fell cracked the face of my watch
My mans chanting me on like
Run son don't go up in the spot
Jetting through bushes and backyards
Neighbors is ratting me out
Dogs is barking all you hear is the car's sirens
I'm trying to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me running funny
You think I'm lying
May God strike me if he don't like me
I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The **** got me paranoid
My heart's pounding through my chest
Trying to focus up and make progress
That's what I get for slinging in them projects
Next thing you know I'm in this *****'s crib chilling
Told her my story and like this
I had her legs in the ceiling
Cooking me fried fish sticks
Hot side of them biscuits
While she doing this
The ***** still sliding on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on
She cracking a dutch
I'm playing with her ***** on the couch
I'm ready to ****
Like come here miss lady wop
Where you put the condom box
She finished off the last one
Oh **** I hear the cops
Handcuffs and talkies
I mashed her white Yorkie
Jetting up the stairs
Them pigs want revenge like Porky's
So I slid hid behind the wall opened the door
Like ooo I seen my man Meth going in raw
So he jumped up balls out
I hid in the closet
I'm dying laughing he said
Yo Starks be quiet
Now let me put my drawers on
***** what kinda **** you on
Should've knocked before you
Came in the spot Ghost you wrong
Busting in here on the government ****
Got this chick screaming grabbing
The sheets trying to cover her tits
She's asthmatic and you laughing son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just
Running trying to grab the gun
****'s real man you spazzing dun
There comes a time in a man's life
He gotta toss his pack and run
You know we family like Crack and Pun
But Mr GFK state your business after that be one
Now can it be that you hot lord
You did some **** on the block that
The cops tryin to lock you for
Can't believe you blowing the spot lord
My chick is bugging she tripping
My **** keep slipping out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
****** is calling my horn
Police is hitting every corner we on
Can't understand it it's a thug thing
And in the moment of thought
I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon
I need my money Meth
Gonna by them hundred birds
Tell Tone get at me
All them little clients want work
He know we fresh out
Tell the kid meet me matter of fact beep me
Word to mother lord son he got me hurt
You still ****ing shorty I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolking my balls out
Her little brother wanted two bricks
You know the ***** licks
A May bach on twenty six
All he do is get money hustle he's a ****
He told me foul **** wild ****
That ***** wear a lot of loud ****
No that Steve Rifkind style ****
Hit me with some other talk him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan ******
Stabbed his son with a fork
That was Jesus' rooster's little niece little nooses
Father's homeboy
That's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm
Said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off
Go ahead and ring the alarm编辑于2023/11/11更新