New York Rap Sheek Louch (Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P)
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[Intro: Sheek Louch]
LOX!
What's your name again? Donnie G [D BLOCK!]
Who else witchu fam? (SP) [Ayo Poobs!]
Wave the ruger at these haters
This New York Rap who else witchu?
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Don Don .38 revolver in a brown bag
Money in the pocket when I walk my pants sag
In and out of town that's why the God look jet lag
Sheek still bangin' and I ain't wavin' a red flag
The curse of Bin Laden, boats dont float across
His ghostly bones said rise up with green moss [oooooohh!]
Uh, Smoke blowin' on a weave
Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze [yeaaaahh!]
Condos in Miami I ain't even use the keys
Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves [It's OK!]
Cash and big guns be with them OGs
Levis, white ups, city lab tees
Knicks ain't make it, Yanks gotta bring it home [New York!]
The Dirty Harry sittin on me all chrome [oooowwww!]
Public Enemy, welcome to the terrordome
This UK money, my phone stay on roam
Safety on Glock, ice on rock
I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin Pac
LOX!
What's your name again? Donnie G [D BLOCK!]
Who else witchu fam? (SP) [Ayo Poobs!]
Wave the ruger at these haters
This New York Rap who else witchu?
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Don Don .38 revolver in a brown bag
Money in the pocket when I walk my pants sag
In and out of town that's why the God look jet lag
Sheek still bangin' and I ain't wavin' a red flag
The curse of Bin Laden, boats dont float across
His ghostly bones said rise up with green moss [oooooohh!]
Uh, Smoke blowin' on a weave
Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze [yeaaaahh!]
Condos in Miami I ain't even use the keys
Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves [It's OK!]
Cash and big guns be with them OGs
Levis, white ups, city lab tees
Knicks ain't make it, Yanks gotta bring it home [New York!]
The Dirty Harry sittin on me all chrome [oooowwww!]
Public Enemy, welcome to the terrordome
This UK money, my phone stay on roam
Safety on Glock, ice on rock
I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin Pac
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