Verbal Intercourse Lyrics
| Song | Verbal Intercourse |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Woods | |
| [rae] no tricks, no tricks baby | |
| [nas] yeah, aiyyo rae | |
| [ghf] check it out y'all | |
| [nas] it's the science | |
| [ghf] fly wonderful | |
| [rae] yeah y'all | |
| [nas] tony starks and umm lex diamonds | |
| [ghf] tony starks, my nigga nas | |
| [rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit | |
| [nas] for all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean | |
| [ghf] word up | |
| [rae] good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit | |
| [nas] fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken | |
| [ghf] word to the wise | |
| [rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket | |
| [ghf] all types of shit, yo son | |
| [rae] rock it, rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| [nas] tell em it's on right? | |
| [ghf] show those crabs how to rhyme | |
| [rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| [ghf] it's only like five percent out of a hundred | |
| [rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| [ghf] do it to em baby | |
| Verse one: nas | |
| Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold | |
| I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe | |
| When i'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast | |
| To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets | |
| Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun | |
| Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son | |
| Smoke a gold leaf i hold heat, nonchalantly | |
| I'm grungy, but things i do is real it never haunts me | |
| While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile | |
| Rooster heads profile on a bus to riker's isle | |
| Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the | |
| Pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife | |
| It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in | |
| Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again | |
| From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable | |
| Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money | |
| True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes | |
| Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate | |
| Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates | |
| In the building niggaz building, like little children starin | |
| Them older niggaz aint carin | |
| Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage | |
| Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage | |
| In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like woolworth's | |
| In the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth | |
| Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in | |
| Tradin in they lexus' gs's sendin messages | |
| Two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour | |
| Gun wars my crew phantom like swords | |
| Verse three: ghostface killer | |
| With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes | |
| Fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake | |
| What i strive for is what i live for | |
| Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war | |
| Like somewhere over the rainbow, i see a big pot of gold | |
| Future stacks yo i hold | |
| Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox | |
| Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see tupac | |
| Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks | |
| Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball drop | |
| In the now, i'm bangin niggaz for slide time | |
| Hurry up duke i'm next, show em mine | |
| And what the **** is you looking at? | |
| By the way young blood, hit me off with that green bay hat | |
| Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through | |
| Like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall | |
| Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin | |
| New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin | |
| Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt | |
| Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt | |
| Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style | |
| Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial | |
| You told your boo you was whylin | |
| Once you heard wu, out of the blue, your family's from shaolin | |
| High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books | |
| Infirmary niggas are screaming, "i got drugs!" | |
| Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit | |
| Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks | |
| Well i'ma end this with a big red cherry on top | |
| Me, nas and rae got the best product on the block | |
| [rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit | |
| [ghf] word up, throw your hands up | |
| [rae] good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit | |
| [ghf] cock back the mac an say whatever | |
| [rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket | |
| [ghf] your hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit | |
| [rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| [ghf] floatin on in nine-five in the basement |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Woods | |
| rae no tricks, no tricks baby | |
| nas yeah, aiyyo rae | |
| ghf check it out y' all | |
| nas it' s the science | |
| ghf fly wonderful | |
| rae yeah y' all | |
| nas tony starks and umm lex diamonds | |
| ghf tony starks, my nigga nas | |
| rae strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit | |
| nas for all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean | |
| ghf word up | |
| rae good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit | |
| nas fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken | |
| ghf word to the wise | |
| rae keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket | |
| ghf all types of shit, yo son | |
| rae rock it, rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| nas tell em it' s on right? | |
| ghf show those crabs how to rhyme | |
| rae rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| ghf it' s only like five percent out of a hundred | |
| rae rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| ghf do it to em baby | |
| Verse one: nas | |
| Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold | |
| I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe | |
| When i' m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast | |
| To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets | |
| Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun | |
| Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son | |
| Smoke a gold leaf i hold heat, nonchalantly | |
| I' m grungy, but things i do is real it never haunts me | |
| While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile | |
| Rooster heads profile on a bus to riker' s isle | |
| Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the | |
| Pretty things in life, props is a true thug' s wife | |
| It' s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some' ll go in | |
| Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again | |
| From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable | |
| Guns salute life, rapidly, that' s the ritual | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money | |
| True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes | |
| Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate | |
| Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates | |
| In the building niggaz building, like little children starin | |
| Them older niggaz aint carin | |
| Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage | |
| Oh, one' s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage | |
| In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like woolworth' s | |
| In the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth | |
| Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in | |
| Tradin in they lexus' gs' s sendin messages | |
| Two and two makes four, cristal' s crazily pour | |
| Gun wars my crew phantom like swords | |
| Verse three: ghostface killer | |
| With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes | |
| Fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake | |
| What i strive for is what i live for | |
| Infatuated by material things, and it' s wild like for war | |
| Like somewhere over the rainbow, i see a big pot of gold | |
| Future stacks yo i hold | |
| Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox | |
| Don' t keep jack in my lap, don' t wanna see tupac | |
| Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks | |
| Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball drop | |
| In the now, i' m bangin niggaz for slide time | |
| Hurry up duke i' m next, show em mine | |
| And what the is you looking at? | |
| By the way young blood, hit me off with that green bay hat | |
| Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through | |
| Like doors yo, you' re starin in the mess hall | |
| Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin | |
| New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin | |
| Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt | |
| Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt | |
| Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style | |
| Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial | |
| You told your boo you was whylin | |
| Once you heard wu, out of the blue, your family' s from shaolin | |
| High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books | |
| Infirmary niggas are screaming, " i got drugs!" | |
| Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit | |
| Your man' s in the kitchen stashing ice picks | |
| Well i' ma end this with a big red cherry on top | |
| Me, nas and rae got the best product on the block | |
| rae strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit | |
| ghf word up, throw your hands up | |
| rae good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit | |
| ghf cock back the mac an say whatever | |
| rae keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket | |
| ghf your hawaiian' s stale, exoticness, fly shit | |
| rae rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| ghf floatin on in ninefive in the basement |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Woods | |
| rae no tricks, no tricks baby | |
| nas yeah, aiyyo rae | |
| ghf check it out y' all | |
| nas it' s the science | |
| ghf fly wonderful | |
| rae yeah y' all | |
| nas tony starks and umm lex diamonds | |
| ghf tony starks, my nigga nas | |
| rae strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit | |
| nas for all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean | |
| ghf word up | |
| rae good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit | |
| nas fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken | |
| ghf word to the wise | |
| rae keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket | |
| ghf all types of shit, yo son | |
| rae rock it, rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| nas tell em it' s on right? | |
| ghf show those crabs how to rhyme | |
| rae rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| ghf it' s only like five percent out of a hundred | |
| rae rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| ghf do it to em baby | |
| Verse one: nas | |
| Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold | |
| I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe | |
| When i' m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast | |
| To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets | |
| Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun | |
| Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son | |
| Smoke a gold leaf i hold heat, nonchalantly | |
| I' m grungy, but things i do is real it never haunts me | |
| While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile | |
| Rooster heads profile on a bus to riker' s isle | |
| Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the | |
| Pretty things in life, props is a true thug' s wife | |
| It' s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some' ll go in | |
| Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again | |
| From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable | |
| Guns salute life, rapidly, that' s the ritual | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money | |
| True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes | |
| Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate | |
| Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates | |
| In the building niggaz building, like little children starin | |
| Them older niggaz aint carin | |
| Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage | |
| Oh, one' s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage | |
| In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like woolworth' s | |
| In the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth | |
| Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in | |
| Tradin in they lexus' gs' s sendin messages | |
| Two and two makes four, cristal' s crazily pour | |
| Gun wars my crew phantom like swords | |
| Verse three: ghostface killer | |
| With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes | |
| Fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake | |
| What i strive for is what i live for | |
| Infatuated by material things, and it' s wild like for war | |
| Like somewhere over the rainbow, i see a big pot of gold | |
| Future stacks yo i hold | |
| Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox | |
| Don' t keep jack in my lap, don' t wanna see tupac | |
| Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks | |
| Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball drop | |
| In the now, i' m bangin niggaz for slide time | |
| Hurry up duke i' m next, show em mine | |
| And what the is you looking at? | |
| By the way young blood, hit me off with that green bay hat | |
| Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through | |
| Like doors yo, you' re starin in the mess hall | |
| Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin | |
| New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin | |
| Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt | |
| Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt | |
| Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style | |
| Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial | |
| You told your boo you was whylin | |
| Once you heard wu, out of the blue, your family' s from shaolin | |
| High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books | |
| Infirmary niggas are screaming, " i got drugs!" | |
| Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit | |
| Your man' s in the kitchen stashing ice picks | |
| Well i' ma end this with a big red cherry on top | |
| Me, nas and rae got the best product on the block | |
| rae strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit | |
| ghf word up, throw your hands up | |
| rae good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit | |
| ghf cock back the mac an say whatever | |
| rae keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket | |
| ghf your hawaiian' s stale, exoticness, fly shit | |
| rae rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet | |
| ghf floatin on in ninefive in the basement |
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