[Chorus: sample]
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember
When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage
[Intro: Pusha T - over Chorus]
Yo Joe, what up?
It's ya neighbourhood Pusha
See my man, my man May May locked up for like 25 years
He in the Feds right now, right
He said he locked up with this old Spanish man
And they was sitting down watching TV
And you popped up on the screen
The man said, "hey, what's Joey doing on TV?"
He didn't even know you rap, haha
[Verse 1: Pusha T & No Malice]
K-I-L-O, the king saying hello
From my Sugar Hill Ray Nathan he's Romello
I plays it like a cello, I pull them strings
To make them scales teeter totter like balance beams
It's everything it seems, the guns and the glamour
The re-compressed birds broked down with sledgehammers
Smile candid camera, goddess in zoom lenses
Unclaimed taxes, sitting in new Benzes
Champagne drenches, the loafers of bosses
Lord forgive me, it's blood diamonds in these crosses
Suffered major losses to repeat the past
Guess I never learned a hard head makes a soft ass
Ugh, and soft white makes for hard cash
And Continental GT's with the soft rag
Like soft batch, cookies out the oven
Getting 13 at a time, now that's a baker's dozen
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember
A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember
When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage
[Intro: Pusha T - over Chorus]
Yo Joe, what up?
It's ya neighbourhood Pusha
See my man, my man May May locked up for like 25 years
He in the Feds right now, right
He said he locked up with this old Spanish man
And they was sitting down watching TV
And you popped up on the screen
The man said, "hey, what's Joey doing on TV?"
He didn't even know you rap, haha
[Verse 1: Pusha T & No Malice]
K-I-L-O, the king saying hello
From my Sugar Hill Ray Nathan he's Romello
I plays it like a cello, I pull them strings
To make them scales teeter totter like balance beams
It's everything it seems, the guns and the glamour
The re-compressed birds broked down with sledgehammers
Smile candid camera, goddess in zoom lenses
Unclaimed taxes, sitting in new Benzes
Champagne drenches, the loafers of bosses
Lord forgive me, it's blood diamonds in these crosses
Suffered major losses to repeat the past
Guess I never learned a hard head makes a soft ass
Ugh, and soft white makes for hard cash
And Continental GT's with the soft rag
Like soft batch, cookies out the oven
Getting 13 at a time, now that's a baker's dozen
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