Bun B - Ari Gold Remix lyrics

"Uh, Its the Remix Ari Gold. We're Back Thought I would change? Never that Brought a special guest this time around Its my boy Terrance McQuewick Ya dig? Uh, a one-two a one-two This "blank" is awesome James We're gonna k** 'em with this one" Verse 1 (Yves) I'm hard. I'm hard. Bogarting yall hallway Cuz I'm broad, Yall just broads. We both "broader than Broadway." With regards, to moi, I'm taking up ALL LANES! As far as yall, ya just broadsides You're more Ahmad Rashad, stuffing ya insides Just to get by, (I) bent the law. bent it over Forgot to try Hashem , Allah or Jehovah Case of the 'sposedtas (supposed to's) The Good Book I need Holy Ghostes Bent the Word. Gave the spine scoliosis Prepared to air 'em out give 'em holy ghostes He tripping he a leader don't he know he Moses Where's the Love? Divas get no devotion My Love left n***a no emotion Hook - facetiously Sugar. Honey. Iced. Tea. (sh*t) M. I. Double crooked letter M. E. (Miss me) H. E. Double Hockey Stick (Hell), would I say sorry for? I'm Ari Gold Yeah, nothing like the real thing yeah (Nothing like it nothing like it) There's nothing like the real thiiiiiing! Verse 2 (Yves) Do that sh**. Do that sh**. DO THAT! I'm alluding to fact! I'm never aloof from where the loot at! Rothschild Argyles in the boot packed, with clever ends Sir Evelyn The type of ends you could never spend Sever friends certain sh** you could never mend You ever sin and the only evidence they could ever pin on you with a friend? What he said again? Nah, uh-uh, my n***a dead I'm forever in-debted to him at last like Etta's hymn I could beat ya score brethren I beat a score sentencing The Lord dressed him in, blessings galore, CHRISTIAN Dior! Guess I'm still special. Plus, I'm artistic Real, real special. f**ing autistic Hook Verse 3 (Bun B) Thought that I was gone and i packed it in Cooling on an island, rich and smiling but, I'm back again Racks on racks on racks and when I pull it out its green rain Back to take what's mine Yeah you know what I mean mayne I'm on some firm sh** like (blank- blank) ...and this time, Ari Gold you can't wish him away 'cuz Terrance McQuewick knows what he's doing You thought ya screwed me but now I'm the one screwing Word to Robert Davis I'm a star, robbing haters Break the game down to it's least common denominator Kicking down the front door invading the premises Running up in the office of my arch nemesis Mr. Gold it's time you've been told Its time to turn tables It's time that you sold way more than your agency With your soul That's right Mr. McQuewick's back in control!