Raekwon

Raekwon - Whatever, Whenever lyrics

rate me

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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