Artist/Band:
Raekwon
Lyrics for Song: Whatever, Whenever
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Raekwon
Yeah, fly shit, man
Word up, man
It's that old motherfucking laid back and
Leaning back on that good old alpaca
In the back of the vehicle and shit
Counting up motherfucking 68 thousand
Two motherfucking vests on the floor
Got mad reefer in the ash tray
Police put 17 cars away
You already know, man, shit is realer
Threw on the Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta
'Bout to hit the ghetto, hard body bring the kettle
Niggas is drinking and gambling, all you see is hammers in my corner
Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas
7-50 new blue, this is my lady
She stay playing suits, mad cute, two 3-80s
And her cousin, a police who live in the East
I knew him from the fifth grade, he definitely a beast
A thug smuggling cop who live in the hood
Plus he rock a lot of , Braveheart, die hard
The day I seen him, was the day they tried to rob him
They pulled out a flare gun, they shot out his charger
Yo, beast started simmering at dice games and pubs
Niggas running up in alleyways getting mugged
Niggas lucky, 'cause them other niggas butt
I sat back, calm as fuck, enter the conference
Whatever, whenever
Just keep that thing up on you
Wherever, whenever
Whatever, whenever
Just keep that thing up on you
Wherever, whenever
Show 'em how we position, all of the shit glisten
Stones flooded the Smith and liquor, I'm reminiscing
Fiends are still sniffing, sons are still in prison
My pen is still scripting all of them ghetto visions
They gave me the contract, came where moms is at
Left a Audi 8-6 in the driveway in the mack
Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses
Two Polaroid pictures in front of his brother's Benzes
His sisters was some hustling dykes, bullying niggas
Riding around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses
Hit the stash box right there, a hundred in cash
Left a blue steel muzzle in the glove box, yikes
4:40 that morning, it's foggy, I'm under the ,
Louis jumper jacket, hunting hat, cocky
Mad 'cause I ain't fuck that morning
I had a Korean Malaysian black sister with a thunder back riding me
Made it to the balcony part
Tossed the rope around the big lion head statue,
Climbed up remarkably
Right by the window, they there
Took a glance through, they covered in Versace covers,
Fucking in the mirror
Couldn't see their face, heard the moans
The , drawers hang off the section and chair, cocked the chrome
Emptied the barrel, all you saw was goose down flying
The trigger felt like wind, it was two bitches lying there
Whatever, whenever
Just keep that thing up on you
Wherever, whenever
Whatever, whenever
Just keep that thing up on you
Wherever, whenever
Show 'em how we position, all of the shit glisten
Stones flooded the Smith and liquor, I'm reminiscing
Fiends are still sniffing, sons are still in prison
My pen is still scripting all of them ghetto visions
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