Текст песни Ras Kass - Marinatin`
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Hook:We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches(But it`s B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitchesAin`t no set trippin`, actin` ill and don`t steal, for real(You got`s to chill)Verse 1:I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the doorBut why they at my door for?Oh! My peep`s they got a half gallon, smilin` My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it downBut now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Remy MartinSome of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party todayThrew on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard GettsMy squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrestCause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet Locked away, plus can`t keep the boody calls waitingI`m marinatin`HookDialed up some micehead to see what`s crackin` tonight She said she just broke up with her manAnd since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellasAcapells, I game like Lou Panella made sure to tell her Don`t bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed And then you can show me how to do the pepper seedAgreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, loungin` Watchin` bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokesCraps and Celo on the patio for more chips than BingoChips like the MGM casinoJust make sure your homegirl is single, so it`s poppingCause ain`t nothing worse than fifth wheels that`s cockblockingAnd knocking while I"m knocking talking about she ret` to go I want some of your brown sugar while I bump D`Angelo(Fo`sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason forcelebratinSo we mariniatin`Hook (x2)I get around like Dolby Pro Logic,But running them streets too much get fools hatedIncarcerated, or terminatedAt the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 lubricatedPlaying questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressingLike 1st King strippers bouncin` on nigggas balls like the LA ClippersThe phone rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?"Nothing, just chillin` like bruh-man on Martin doSee only when I`m tipsy, when my words start slurringDo I get causght telling lies like Mark FurhamanSo I`ll call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out theXOThe T.U.`s is down for whateverLet`s run more trains than the metrorail but ya`ll got to be out by two I`m getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming throughSo let the front door hit you where Ru Paul probably mightAnd everybody asking what`s up for tomorrow nightHook