Текст песни Raekwon The Chef - Friday
Raekwon The Chef - Friday слова песни
Friday niggaWhats the wordYou got something for meI`ma see you in 2 secondsRight, yo pull my Rover on the sideRight there police coming manHeard meVerse 1:Yo up in the game on 4 in the morningAnd it`s storming and we blitzedJust rocked another wig yeah we on itGod had blood on his sweat pantsThe way the tech danceOn a nigga faceSon ain`t have a chanceSeen him high pitch yellow nigga>From outta town a young mellow allyTrying to run throughHell and song called the dogs to get on himWhen we caught him the only famous niggaWas a lord in his forumBum nigga fresh outta jailI used to play baseball wid him`Til he got large son bought a whaleAs you`re by the entranceGuess it`s real nigga night outHe moving on his own negligenceYo Lexxy strap up meet you in the backIn the Acura spectacular big key stackelerSeen a nigga gymed down fresh haircutTrying to swim nowAqua green Avias on brim style wildWe walked by eyeing `imShorty ain`t lookedHe trying to get flyMy niggas ain`t dived on himKase had the mack in the vestThe way he moving might be dressedHe made two rights nigga move leftStanding by the incineratorThank God he your generatorI can tell bought his lady swade gatorsYo now it`s time to moveSpit nozzles on the toolsMight just bust him quiet style rulesHe walked out the crib yup drinkedWe at the elevator baseStaring at the nigga chains shakeWe looked at him seen all crookedThe we flashed on himHe knew we was live My man Boo stashed on himPulled out take of the woolNigga cool outWalk you out the buldingBetta run nigga move outThis nigga liver than fuckLarger than fuck betta kill meAll y`all niggas is butt What spray it upTook the chains in case Shot him at point blank rangeHe started screaming like a cave manBlood got a salty taste I can tell furniture fell out his placeLaced now it`s a caseThrew up vomit on my KobeSnatched all his ice nowChrome teeth boating of a loan keyDidn`t know the kid was largeHour later call from jailMexicans surrounding the GodsChill you bigga than the oceanSlow motion play it off no emotionBut my man in there grossingWhat to do they might kill himWe might kill you circulate deathThat`s how the real doWe sat there 3 live macks of the yearCrack beers one nigga in the back Washing off his trackersDon`t take it seriousVivid flow luxuriousI`m hearing this`ll Make a real nigga curiousFriday my day chill pop Leave `em on the highwayBetty won`t never fly my way