Busta Rhymes - MTV Cribs lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most extravagant flashy lifestyle Of the wealthy and comfortable. I'mma be your host tonight We gonna be exhibiting the fly palace of my brother Raekwon the Chef's Nineteen thousand square feet deluxe villa. Let's walk inside [Verse 1: Raekwon] Hey yo, Pyrex vision, gangster intermission Snow fishing over the stove, frozen glisten Wall unit 360 spin, see the digital gym There's the watch rack, right near the brims Frigerator see-thru, walls got a different type texture Peeped out the sectional true Vodka mugs, Ace of Spade rugs, Louis cups and candles Fila forks, gold Kangols Travel over here, priceless lights Tub full of ice Granddaddy pinecones, leather bikes Gear junkie, monkey Timbs blunt me Yeah, kinda sloppy -- my maids, they be coming in monthly Silk towel, red leathers, green hats, mean sweater, jeans You should let us be your stylist, get you better Octagon mirrors, box of sneakers Louis, Gucc, Nike, Clark, Avia I bought in Peru Yeah, plasma toilet, go go Gadget stuff If I gotta squeeze, running out of time This automatic bu*ton right here blow the house down I'm walking slow in my fire jumper Tom Ford and Bloomberg got too Polo drawers, go blast your door Cover girl sent, tap it in the toilet seat [Interlude: Raekwon] Yes, ladies and gentlemen. These are the most exotic Illustrious mansions in the world. We will step inside My n***a Bussa Bus next level, tri-dimensional sector of his Exclusive imported ceramic style-slash-frontier sh**. Mr. Bus [Busta Rhymes] Yo [Raekwon] Can you walk us through the front, sir? [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I welcome y'all to my crib The fortress of I self, lord and master Crystal chandeliers looking like satellite dishes from NASA Yeah, you n***as is bugged Shoes forbidden in the crib, especially on my Alaskan polar bear rugs Pictures with billies and parties out in Ibiza Living room floor laced with imported marble from Indonesia High ceilings, eighteenth century paintings is basic With litters of money, many casinos in the basement A million letter way a n***a parlay With money to wrinkle your face up like a Shar Pei Limited box of cigars from diplomats in Cubana Rare art of Basquiat feeding fruit to Madonna Copacabana, I'mma celebrate til they respect a Success story with trucks unloading imperial nectar Too many whips, I built a valet Hundred thousand dollar drapes Dancing and swinging like a ballet I showed you all enough to where this sh**'s a ha**le I'm sorry, your time is up, n***as -- now get up out my castle