《Surgical Gloves》是Raekwon演唱的歌曲，收錄在《Only Built For Cuban Linx 2》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Surgical Gloves
- 所屬專輯：Only Built For Cuban Linx 2
- 歌曲原唱：Raekwon
- 填詞：Maman, Woods
歌曲歌詞
Eight million stories, *****
Take ya'll *****s somewhere, man
Ya'll *****s never heard *****s rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no
Wizard of
Oz *******t neither, man
For real, man, aiyo
Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood
Homey hold that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag',
Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the ***** happened?
They clapped him and the scalp it flew that way
Yo why they capped him?
It went through his lap
Snatched his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, get at
He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it
Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming *******t
Teddy with the red
Range, supercharged
KangolsRae &
Ghost CD in his change, yo,
AngelSpanish kid lingo, all
I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways, angle
Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos
I respect on how the game goes, the same goes
Forget fresh *****s, test *****s, extra bless *****s, with them egos
We blow you out your peacoats
Haha, adios mios, we get them twelve a ki, yo
Keep it moving, slide off in the
G.O.'sFreeloaders, the
D's over, your *******t won't sell no more
Breeze over...
Money, gear, drugs, guns,
GoodyearsAll my *****s sit, smelling the tears
Cookin snow white, it's just the poor life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now where my shares?(Money)
You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby(Money)
You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah(Money)
So when the
D's come, we float and grab the boats, yea(Money)
Spend off,
I got my win off, have a potent year
X6's red, up in
Albany with the dreds
Bags of black, ***** the feds
Papers in
Aruba's, gold tuba from
BermudaIn my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked
Where the food at?
Hood jewelry on,
I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack, stones on the nozzle stick
Bulletproof brocco's with the
Jew *******, all
I got is two cracks
Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplock
And my peoples sit around, cops split that
High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
Going door to door, every floor, every get back
My gangsta *******t, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
Meet me by my drop head and drop your lip back
Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something
Spray on one of ya'll man, the streets is mine, *****
You know what we do, for real
Straight up, it's how we playing right now, man
Cause the streets, man, streets is making ya'll *****s see, man
But some of ya'll is blind, for real
