Lyrics
Some thuggish refinery
Eat it with a golden spoon
Cut it with a silver knife
Fork it with the bronze
Sippin' cheap wine on the subway
Crumblin', hash gettin' bubbly
Torch switch lips like an assembly
Watch cats get tackled, back in the seat, like in Wembley
Doors glide, open wide, flask inside
The Kangol windbreaker, grin, take a swig
Cigarette broken in the palm, seasoned by the balm
Calm, awaitin' the alarm, feel so far from home
Roam, sit and zone in zones
Out of the 75
Jeopardize my rise Leopard eyes
As I hunt the blunt down, bunt it down
Chuck it 'round, cunts under gowns is all I see around
Cut, clean, skeet
Live easy like Kuklinski
I might have the droopy eye, but dupe me, lie
And your fingers in the soup be fried
We cut'em off like Yamaguchi's
Wheelies on the Yamaha's and rubies in the Gucci
The Lucci, the lucci, the lucci
Got me under her spell, Monica Bellucci
Y'all doin' theft works I know
Got networks, Lucky Luciano
Tossin' your oval head around like Arnold
On the chessboard, said Elias, so my chest stores
Some access lords, get their axis tored
I'm clingin' on my assets Norb'
Snore, wake up and like a lion, roar
In awe, they brown-nose
Influence the way the crown goes
Ya crack users want ya cousins to meet Yakuza's
Nan, je ne peux pas, je m'excuse !
Garlic snails, arctic pale females
Art picked well, pearls in the shells
Stories in the shelves, Herbie to hancock L's
I got hands in skirts and they all say I do it well
I might have the droopy eye, but dupe me, lie
And your fingers in the soup be fried
We cut'em off like Yamaguchi's
Wheelies on the Yamaha's and rubies in the Gucci
The Lucci, the lucci, the lucci
Got me under her spell, Monica Bellucci