Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cream 2001”
- feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon [Intro: DJ Clue (Raekwon)] Word up, word up New shit.. Raekwon.. Ghostface (Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..) CREAM.. 2001 (Who you? Who you?) Fetch out.. my nigga RZA (Yea.. yea.. yea..) WHAAAAAAAT? [Raekwon] That's right.. My nigga Clueminatti fuckin wit the intro, murder somebody We check-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em Lord help 'em, that's us, fresh through ya hood wit the dust Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo End the swine, meat inventor, plus the winter It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, nines Watch my whereabouts, one chain faded out In Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd, Willie Mays Laugh hot, tower ya glocks, plus black box Reeboks, rockin real nigga shit, call me Pops Golden pro', kitchen designer shit Check the blankets, H. Winston anklets on Drug anchors, got fire when we spit The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp Post the ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride, Selena Let the lies splinter y'all [Chorus 2X: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Yo we went together like CREAM Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hittin like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn niggas labels down, frostin 'em [Ghostface Killah] Eh-yo, how you like that? Max in the trunk, lookin real dumb Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave He said Ghost, "Pac hurt me at an early age" Hint out in the back of me days There's supreme fingers all over my dick Loved the way I sung the ?? Mercy, mercy, son, Made 'em cum I wrote songs for the people Verses that'll make Nixon resign You can do the same thing with rhymes "I swear Ghost you be just what I imagine" Check out what I started Who's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it? Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it Big cars, slammin eight-tracks, slammin tracks King died in sixty-five, Motown cried Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes Fogged out glasses The plan was to bring together all the masses [Chorus 2X w/ Clue shouts] [Raekwon] Money Mohammed Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers Got beef and take niggas eats, bought all my features Temped to clog bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildin Who spent out ten thousand on 'em Ballies? Now I'm just lampin, just stylin out in Cali Actin like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em Bang jars, movin in psalms, manipulatin my accountant Relaxin like.. blacks get jobs Slangin in bangles y'all, be like chillin from all angles Don rock more thank you's, gettin my shit washed Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores On paper, takin y'all to walls [Chorus 2X] [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm The Professional, Pt. 2 Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame Dash My nigga Jigga, Big Harper You know how we do things, word up
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