Knowledge God Lyrics
| Song | Knowledge God |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Woods | |
| Intro：raekwon, ghostface | |
| *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff* | |
| Plug, *sniff* word yo | |
| *snort* word yo, *s-snort* youknowhati'msayin? | |
| *sniff* you know, you know we had the baddest mother****in | |
| *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid! | |
| No doubt, no doubt, i know that son, i know that | |
| You know that, you know what i'm sayin? | |
| I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me | |
| And i'll never forget none of them | |
| Word up, word up | |
| Stovetop, roofside, you know what i'm sayin | |
| I had these mother****in, all these wild-ass niggaz man | |
| You know what i'm sayin, lb? | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Shit is wild overall, youknowhati'msayin god? | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Word up, youknowhati'msayin? | |
| You know how we do, word up | |
| So you let my shit go on the count of three, though | |
| Youknowhati'msayin? | |
| Verse one: raekwon | |
| Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks | |
| Club nights we snatch linx politic, africans and chinks | |
| While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds | |
| Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin | |
| Morphine, the god seen more cream, and upstate | |
| Cousin reek, almost got hit with fourteen | |
| Chill pah, the god'll be a star when you come home | |
| Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone | |
| So, see cousin, yo i was workin, cats i'm jerkin | |
| And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin | |
| Keys twenty-four a brick | |
| Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why poppy got hit | |
| Stay tuned, word up, i hope to see you in june | |
| By the way, i seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room | |
| Skeyed up, weed the **** up, to top it off | |
| Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up | |
| I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it | |
| I got your back though | |
| Chorus: raekwon | |
| Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit | |
| Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit | |
| Chill god, yo the son don't chill allah | |
| What's today's mathematic son? knowledge god | |
| Verse two: raekwon | |
| Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in gravesmere | |
| Hit a store owner named mike lavonia | |
| Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat milano | |
| Selling coke right out the bottle | |
| Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds | |
| Crazy peace, buying keys in greece | |
| Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures | |
| Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor | |
| Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby | |
| Teachin his seed, wu-tang karate | |
| Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks | |
| Night time rollin with spics | |
| Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank | |
| Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank | |
| And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana | |
| Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra | |
| Claimin new york was ancient babylon | |
| Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on | |
| I can't front though, truck loads of indo | |
| Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| *pause* | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: raekwon | |
| Yeah uh huh, uh huh, miami niggaz | |
| Word up, show your love | |
| Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah | |
| Word up, london, europe, africa | |
| Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah | |
| Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah | |
| About to make moves and slide like grease | |
| Moves and slide like grease | |
| Moves |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Woods | |
| Intro: raekwon, ghostface | |
| sniff drumbeat long sniff | |
| Plug, sniff word yo | |
| snort word yo, ssnort youknowhati' msayin? | |
| sniff you know, you know we had the baddest mother in | |
| long sniff unit back in the days, kid! | |
| No doubt, no doubt, i know that son, i know that | |
| You know that, you know what i' m sayin? | |
| I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me | |
| And i' ll never forget none of them | |
| Word up, word up | |
| Stovetop, roofside, you know what i' m sayin | |
| I had these mother in, all these wildass niggaz man | |
| You know what i' m sayin, lb? | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Shit is wild overall, youknowhati' msayin god? | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Word up, youknowhati' msayin? | |
| You know how we do, word up | |
| So you let my shit go on the count of three, though | |
| Youknowhati' msayin? | |
| Verse one: raekwon | |
| Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks | |
| Club nights we snatch linx politic, africans and chinks | |
| While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds | |
| Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin | |
| Morphine, the god seen more cream, and upstate | |
| Cousin reek, almost got hit with fourteen | |
| Chill pah, the god' ll be a star when you come home | |
| Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone | |
| So, see cousin, yo i was workin, cats i' m jerkin | |
| And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin | |
| Keys twentyfour a brick | |
| Columbians be on some bullshit, that' s why poppy got hit | |
| Stay tuned, word up, i hope to see you in june | |
| By the way, i seen your bitch, she was up in this cat' s room | |
| Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off | |
| Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up | |
| I took care of that, though, but don' t worry bout it | |
| I got your back though | |
| Chorus: raekwon | |
| Yo why' s my niggas always yellin that broke shit | |
| Let' s get money son, now you wanna smoke shit | |
| Chill god, yo the son don' t chill allah | |
| What' s today' s mathematic son? knowledge god | |
| Verse two: raekwon | |
| Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in gravesmere | |
| Hit a store owner named mike lavonia | |
| Italiano, slantedeyed bangin them fat milano | |
| Selling coke right out the bottle | |
| Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds | |
| Crazy peace, buying keys in greece | |
| Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures | |
| Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor | |
| Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby | |
| Teachin his seed, wutang karate | |
| Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks | |
| Night time rollin with spics | |
| Extra live, he claimed he couldn' t die, top rank | |
| Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank | |
| And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana | |
| Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra | |
| Claimin new york was ancient babylon | |
| Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron | |
| I can' t front though, truck loads of indo | |
| Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tallyhoe | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| pause | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: raekwon | |
| Yeah uh huh, uh huh, miami niggaz | |
| Word up, show your love | |
| Yeah y' all, yeah y' all, yeah | |
| Word up, london, europe, africa | |
| Word up, the fiftytwo states, yeah | |
| Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah | |
| About to make moves and slide like grease | |
| Moves and slide like grease | |
| Moves |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Woods | |
| Intro: raekwon, ghostface | |
| sniff drumbeat long sniff | |
| Plug, sniff word yo | |
| snort word yo, ssnort youknowhati' msayin? | |
| sniff you know, you know we had the baddest mother in | |
| long sniff unit back in the days, kid! | |
| No doubt, no doubt, i know that son, i know that | |
| You know that, you know what i' m sayin? | |
| I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me | |
| And i' ll never forget none of them | |
| Word up, word up | |
| Stovetop, roofside, you know what i' m sayin | |
| I had these mother in, all these wildass niggaz man | |
| You know what i' m sayin, lb? | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Shit is wild overall, youknowhati' msayin god? | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Word up, youknowhati' msayin? | |
| You know how we do, word up | |
| So you let my shit go on the count of three, though | |
| Youknowhati' msayin? | |
| Verse one: raekwon | |
| Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks | |
| Club nights we snatch linx politic, africans and chinks | |
| While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds | |
| Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin | |
| Morphine, the god seen more cream, and upstate | |
| Cousin reek, almost got hit with fourteen | |
| Chill pah, the god' ll be a star when you come home | |
| Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone | |
| So, see cousin, yo i was workin, cats i' m jerkin | |
| And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin | |
| Keys twentyfour a brick | |
| Columbians be on some bullshit, that' s why poppy got hit | |
| Stay tuned, word up, i hope to see you in june | |
| By the way, i seen your bitch, she was up in this cat' s room | |
| Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off | |
| Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up | |
| I took care of that, though, but don' t worry bout it | |
| I got your back though | |
| Chorus: raekwon | |
| Yo why' s my niggas always yellin that broke shit | |
| Let' s get money son, now you wanna smoke shit | |
| Chill god, yo the son don' t chill allah | |
| What' s today' s mathematic son? knowledge god | |
| Verse two: raekwon | |
| Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in gravesmere | |
| Hit a store owner named mike lavonia | |
| Italiano, slantedeyed bangin them fat milano | |
| Selling coke right out the bottle | |
| Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds | |
| Crazy peace, buying keys in greece | |
| Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures | |
| Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor | |
| Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby | |
| Teachin his seed, wutang karate | |
| Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks | |
| Night time rollin with spics | |
| Extra live, he claimed he couldn' t die, top rank | |
| Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank | |
| And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana | |
| Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra | |
| Claimin new york was ancient babylon | |
| Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron | |
| I can' t front though, truck loads of indo | |
| Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tallyhoe | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| pause | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: raekwon | |
| Yeah uh huh, uh huh, miami niggaz | |
| Word up, show your love | |
| Yeah y' all, yeah y' all, yeah | |
| Word up, london, europe, africa | |
| Word up, the fiftytwo states, yeah | |
| Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah | |
| About to make moves and slide like grease | |
| Moves and slide like grease | |
| Moves |
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