Rakim - Satisfaction Guaranteed lyrics
rate meUh…..I got it good (Neyo) <br /> <br />I put product in the street that sell quicker than weed, I spit it raw like I’m flippin a key <br />I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) <br />I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) <br /> <br />I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than D, <br />I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) <br />I got what y’all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) <br /> <br />Uh, its what they been waitin for…… <br /> <br /> <br /> I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the game they still fiendin <br />My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town like key-notes <br />I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like I’m trafficking drugs <br /> <br />(I got what y’all need) <br /> <br />Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when y’all cop it <br />Any hood or any city I’m pumpin in, any slum I’m in, my custom is come again <br />Spit flow by the boatload like a Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in <br />Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters can’t dupe what I spit <br />Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh <br /> <br />Chorus <br /> <br />Uh, It ain't a city I ain’t moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating <br />Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until its clockin in every time zone <br />Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it’s for my dudes and my dime honeys <br /> <br />(I got what y’all need) <br /> <br />Things run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim <br />I’m red like Canadian, cuss wit a Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust <br />I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it <br />The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that <br />DJ’s cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent pure King Heron’s back <br /> <br />Chorus <br /> <br />I got a bout a million Mami’s that call me they ex love cuz I kept em ex thug and F’d up like sex drugs <br />They never come down futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky <br />Its like Budda, Mami’s say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a vest <br />They won’t relapse no indeed he’s back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac <br />I’m a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate <br />The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way it’s a profit <br />Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it’s the King pin every day I get a book <br />Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat <br /> <br />Chorus 2X <br />(Neyo)<br /><br />
