Celeb G’s Hell Razah (Ft. Killah Priest, Maccabeez & Timbo King)

[Timbo King]
Yo we might look like the type to smoke Phillies
Drink with the big Willies, what's really hood?
See me with my project teams, associated
To the bartender to send more wine, got more money on my mind
M's up, gotta ride for my homies inside, know it's lonely inside
A fetish for that green lettuce, no tomatoes
Trips to Barbados, Caribbean sands
Maccabeez, yeah you heard of my fam
We the chosen, Begets frozen, King Solomon jewels
Squeeze thе rose from the garden of lovе, my sweet nectar
This is just a part of my thug, I gotta sex ya
Between the sheets, now it's back to the streets
Cuz I'm a ladies man, an eighties fan
I'm 'bout to spent eighty grand on baby's hand
And that's nothing, it's Maccabeez Internash

[Chorus: Timbo King]
When we step up in the club everybody's eyes on we
The DJ's shouting out our name, we them top celebri-G's
All the ladies looking good, from their head straight down to their feet
We them thugs that throw them slugs, screaming out we're Maccabeez

[Killah Priest]
Rest ya head on the shoulder a soldier
Right with me, this cool world getting colder, it's over
Potion to the troubled times, and I'm going, drawing loops to the day
Cuz I'm out on the grind, can't you see that I love ya mind?
And ya body from behind, you could see what I want
Where the Sun don't shine, I could teach ya how to load these shells
Or I'd rather be on the beach walking next to seashells
Very versatile, I could make it worth ya while
Ride with me, we can enjoy the lights of the city
Can I hit that from the back? Slide up in ya like the clip in my gat
I love the way that you sip on that 'gnac
And I need ya, you need to get with this Mac
You say I'm too militant, I say you're too innocent
The world is cruel and ignorant...