Raekwon The Chef - Casablanca lyrics

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[conversation]:

Stop touching the fucking door man

You so fucking paranoid man

What's the matter wit' you man?

It's like a nigga could write for hours

And get real theatrical wit' this

Understand?

Tellin' you kid

I got stripes when it comes to this right here

Y'all know my repertoire

It's dangerousand the cats I roll wit' is dangerous

And they ain't your regular average cats

Here we go..

Verse 1:

Aiyyo

It's all elegance

He spoke third power style high intelligence

A young man handle the game like merill lynch

3 a.m. breathingleaning in gates

I mean creaming

Selling these cakes in slabs like lanolakes

Fiends beamingsteaming

Associated wit' names and demons

All apparant reasons

We live here the gate blew in a year

Sorta like time share where crime

Sport it like I shine yeah

Rainbow dough was the emmo

So many flavours yo

Buy your neighbour off underwater vault

Then I met himcolombian name flako

Had the whole block locked selling tons in morocco

Wristwatch fachera costantinigga dead up

Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up

Had a black wiz spoke german

Higher learning burning

Ask vernon got a bed set bought a black jet

Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge

Lost her armshot wid a ak up in the south

Paramedics rocked her

Said she had connections out anartica

Barrels of juices from florida

Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin

Out in club med butt ass layin' like she dead

Wise guys fell for her ambiance

Pull it togetherblack renassaince

Queen elizabeth aunt

Crazy swift cristal murderer

Guzzle the shit like she dying kid

Showing off her diamond

Flashbacks now it's me and him again

Last word I caught

'put your money in we could have the shit bumpin'

That's federalo music

I caught the glimpse from the bitch

When she winched yeah santa a grinch

She blinked twitched her nose then froze

Check your rolls by the blow

It's time to roll nigga let's go

I thought about it

Broke the money down

What's the total count it

No count it over in the mix

Day going slower

Nope not time to motor

He estimated over me not being a crook

Count it over

Yo only on the strength of my man

We ain't hit him wid the strong hand

Gun him down leave him out in flatlands

He backhand smacked her

Threw her on the table jacked her

I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after

Police knocked on the door

Looked out the window of my room

As yournigga yeah that's yours

He opened up the door this nigga wildin'

His bitch is in shock

Start smiling and speaking on valen

Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich

Immobilize the game get your name right

Envelope came hype

Regards from the mayor you hype

Fuck rightlets fuck this money up

And get large and blow outta sight

Wise niggas wake up

Dead niggas lose

Who you gon' choose

Me or him

You a fool

Pay attention

Fuck around meet the tension

See you in the next dimension

Y'all niggas didn't listen

(repeat x3)