Album Name

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

Artist

Raekwon

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

1995.08.01

Release Agency

BMG

Spot Rusherz - Raekwon
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
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 millennia
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