WALE - Warming Up Cane lyrics

rate me

This is not Tha Drought 3

This is not a Kanye mixtape

This is not a 50 mixtape

This is something different

You know what I'm saying

If you love hiphop music and you love Wale

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

100 Miles and Running, Wale, catch dubs

Let's do it

Come get some, you little bum

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

I made the pop rock that guy on

Shanghai dutch with the high beam on

I've been fly, I'd could probably show

Pride of Columbia, I've got that y'all

Amidst? that kid cause I smoke Datpiff

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

Get loose, just like you when I do rhyming

And I'm at, I'm on their mind like a yamaka

Supreme for my team or Orlean all prided up

Got problems, what? I can't say

Can't wear GRs, I'm pitching cocaine

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Get the heat ready then I give them that flame

There's crack, there's crack

There's crack, there's crack

There's crack, there's crack

There's crack nigga, there's crack

They warming up cane, they warming up cane

They warming up cane, they warming up cane

They warming up cane, they warming up cane

They warming up cane, they warming up cane

Since cane been brought up, the cane been bought up

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Every since then our whole city been horrible

The hard, fast dope has a whole lot of coroners

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

For the most part those blocks get Bogart

Hoes pop from the core to the whole block

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

I start to think it's all planned

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

I just blame it on a man named Reagan

Face it: your face Caucasian, you literally naked

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that I'm hating

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

You trying to get paid, then you better get to baking

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

The crackerjacks say that the blacks kill blacks

The blacks kill blacks for the crack of respect

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

The government officials is rude in the District

They do the shipment, we do the pitching

They do the score and we more like Pippen

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

But I don't know no hood nigga that's a chemist

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Cook that bag then buy a couple tennises

Supply it to the fiends that believe when it's in them that they better, but they never gonna be till they finished

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

DC's here, this is where crack lives