C-Rayz Walz - Thug Melody (DJ Bazooka Joe Remix) lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] C-Rayz Walz. “Thug Melody.” Musical gats like that [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Iced-out alien truck, thug groovyhead Get his breath—dutch fingertip, rap newlywed Camouflage dark trademark. Nine vehicles park New darts extra sharp like cheddar Cracker Barrel apparel, Aeropostale, semi-hostile Brown vapor through the nostril—not brew Spit heavenly, sell seven seas Beat Lebanese. Acting shady ‘cause I live around trees Surround sound speed through town—my own expedition Like Matthew Henson in a Tahoe. Dino Bravo She's like “Nacho-salsa birthday!” Hot sh**—tongue burning, bite lava lyrics Write flame to inspire earning Read green books for higher learning Street Sunday, ghetto harmony, thug sermon Double kick return off the [?] blessing—the best lessons Sway sideburns. Admiral emperor. Jade monkey Play the life, pick up your wife—my pay funky Chick yelling “Dump me!” Fly out the country twice bumpy Christ head reflect the light—still shining We don't want Ryan crying skylining Turtleneck made from iron protect my word On the verge of the end, I see kids flying [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Crush grape drinks by the lake Be allergic to it if it ain't big face Black top. Every option in a Denali. Bulgari rich chick Heavy, big, betting, sweating out minx (“Thug Melody”) [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] The most truth—no lie. Who's beating my a**? That's my word—action to the third-power cla** I'm past a**, transform to vapor ma** Blended with smoke and flowers from Jamaican labs Shine splendid. When you water Earth, fire sun creation Liberation through purification. The most rancid New York—this ain't Kansas Clicking heels together three times—no answers You ain't a hero—you just got pickle breath Spitting fresh make you vibrate—ripple effect Like Kareem in LA, skyhooking the track The streets is watching. So?!? What the f** you looking at?!? At the top of the game like the scoreboard Run in the lane like drunk drivers who ignore laws So when there's drama, you think I'mma worry? (Uh uh) I stay puffed out like [?] commissary [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Crush grape drinks by the lake Be allergic to it if it ain't big face Black top. Every option in a Denali. Bulgari rich chick Heavy, big, betting, sweating out minx (“Thug Melody”) [Interlude: Sample from The Boondock Saints (1999)] Connor: Now you will receive us Murphy: We do not ask for your poor or your hungry Connor: We do not want your tired and sick Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us Connor: ...and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] (Thug Melody) I stand still and score—my whole style's a free throw Beef equals shots through your peephole My golden state warrior-style—hype details Now I'm getting love in New York just like Sprewell You can't dribble the rock. Stop. How you gonna ball? I get bubbly confused with Glock—pop shots at y'all Streets is cold, so I co*k the flame Get, get, getting red, man, like Doc's the name I smoke Hennessey, drunk dutches—so smooth I could play hopscotch on crutches Lines switch up like a moody coke addict What now? Duck down I buck styles for your thug foul Supersonic Daytona place. Hate and drop .38 Invincible mind state—go Gary Godbody—prolly like Fab Five, Freddy, and Wild Style My art gallery's mega foul (Now) You wanna be a Huxtable and live comfortably? Get your whole block sprayed (“What's up?”) just for saying “What's up?” to me (So what's up?) Humbly, I got all styles of music (Huh) Irresponsible—on stage, I just lose it [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Crush grape drinks by the lake Be allergic to it if it ain't big face Black top. Every option in a Denali. Bulgari rich chick Heavy, big, betting, sweating out minx (“Thug Melody”) [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Crush grape drinks by the lake. Black top. Every option in a Denali. Big, betting, sweating out minx