Qwel & Maker - Chicago '66 lyrics

rate me

How they pimpin slippin backwards like not it hypnotic and it's not a game

I got fame in the back and he came with the snake in the closet but not a name

And it might be yours if you like these scores unlike before you got it made

Just pay us homage and promise to bring dollars to the bottomless safe

With a diddy and a video to show my tricks

And a chip on your shoulder when you pose for flicks

But still owe on the throne from the poster splits

I control the mix and you know this shit

Mint foldin holdin his golden gimmick to limit his focus

Hopin this molten image prison was a prison long before he sold it

All this shit's mine like what's yours

But what's more I got it quoted

To the dot o six with more tricks to record so the office door sits open

Endorsment forces in cohorts of sorts was poking

At a subtle promotion to slow the drop in hop hip profits from slopin

Go get it my precious go getter business is cold weather sped up

Whether it upsets me though I figured cold cheddar would know better than bust

I meant dough from the show and a cut from the front

We'll chat about the rest and invest in the past

just as fast as we know it's successive bumps

Go ahead and get it darlin who's a star

Anyway any minute gotta prove your heart

Penny saved let me get it it's the floozy's part

Gotta work for the turf and the jewels we bought

First time I seen you line front

Shinin like a movie star with a rhyme like a diamond mine and a mind like a ruby heart

You're who we are

The smarts and the jewelry art

Did the charts mark stars when you fell to the milky way

You're a dime to duke would I lie to boo

We in it like silken suede

I love it when you get it flip hate it when you don't misses

it's hypnosis in strippin pole position grinning gold

so most of the pros I know won't wanna miss it

Don't stop get it get it the world gets so little when you're rich

Strut switch it up a bit strip stiff upper lip hookin in the public fish

It's your one to six and the funds you get from your publishin and politics

You can fly to the top if you ride with the don and sign on as the bottom bitch

Pocket stitches poppin out of nitches miss just give me what you love hit me with a dub

You're the sun and the moon and and the diamonds shinin so pretty in the club

You're rollin with the king's king holder of the bling bling

To see that the sluts get out

Till the dough gets back where the quotient at

get a told ya slap with a note attached explainin fact

There's love in the game sweet thang but you can't put a fold in that

When it rains bring change king plays coach'll take ya where the coats is at

Obey what we say or the week day grind in the line of the oprah mat

Get paid in sheep's hay ho if we say so vultures where the cultures at

It's spin like a 'lac in a cal de sac

Or just tic tac toe where the o's get slashed

It's all about love if it ain't about love well love with a bogus laugh

The coldest acts only homey but the holding pact coulda told ya that

Keep the change and your name in the street

when the seasons and they change cold and fast

It's a shame what a motherfucker do today with these snakes out here givin loot away

See it's all in the wrist and the grip of the fall if it's all a ball shit shoot away

Mang dig it chain thickness

Just jot that blotch on the dotted line

It clangs and fixes itself to riches but listen misses what you got is mine

Apologize if it's crass just get that cash and bring it back

My hoes hit the scene in tact with the fattest bling where the green is at

See I see to that

Where the grievance pact I seen it just this morning

some corny type refused to front us recording rights

so we sued 'em for performing warning