Ghostface Killah, E-40, Snoop Dogg and LA the Darkman - Saigon Velour
Okay, yeah, yo yo
Son I walk down the block like it's '76
Pink fur hat just to match my kicks
And my chain's like eighty pound of frozen ice
I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice
Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian sort
I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport
An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos
Count the plaques on the wall, like I sing for the Beatles
Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel
Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco
But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
Original, the lifestyle, boom pow
Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow
Way up in the cloud it's the hanger flame
Now let me show you how to maintain and sustain as I crush game
Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane
Plush game, lavish livin', bust on the pigs with bad intentions
Dope go for both young Loc
The homies said 9-1-1 is a joke (fuck tha police!)
And I believe that so I protect and serve every nigga on the block, that's my word
Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin', listenin' to the sounds of the sirens
I'mma O.G. nigga on a mission
Beans don't burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
Guard at the gate live in a mansion
Rockin' real longer than in a stanton
Still holdin' a torch
Got my wine and the robbery report
Or should I say the new pop registry
If it ain't now, it will be
Grew up on purple, went from humble to be bumpin' a bubble trunk full of rumble
In a major way, 40 cookin' out the gumbo
Parked in the kitchen at all times
I'mma boss, still write my own rhymes
Been there, done it, been a sacker trapper before rapper
Been one-hundred from day one, quick thinkin', fast reactor
Been a fixture, I don't think there's many left
Been the shit like your baby mama breath
Been in it for a while, been offendin'
'Cause them hazards and cars is how I'm livin'
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling thoroughly
If I spit what I knew then the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
Written by:
Dennis Coles, Earl Stevens, Lason Jackson, Calvin Broadus
Publisher:
Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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