KHM - Clayborne BBQ lyrics

(repeat in background) Clayborne! (Kool Keith) Clayborne Family up in here (Clayborne) Clayborne Family, Clayborne Family Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhh Clayborne Family, move through the uninvited Smack the pee out the guest list What I got good thugs and guerilla bodyguards they made of steel I wonder who gon' protect this You with the FBI, Secret Service men I can't even reveal my vocal expression How you gon' pose and tell the world you got mad bodies? Sold kilos of d** standin next to detectives I was believin that one time, you ain't gonna fool mine But I'ma let you fool the public mind An alert murder dog, youse a commercial fraud With bras and thongs like a broad Yo hype is well kept behind closed doors The city think you hard, a lot of n***az are dumb The city think you God You wouldn't hit a square all blindfolded Keep your apron on, put up the curtain rod You got everybody scared, you hurtin hard I don't even trust the guy wearin the peach Izod (Chorus: Clayborne Family) What you drinkin with? Smell the funk get crunk What you drinkin with? Get crunk, smell the skunk What you drinkin with? Smell the funk get crunk What you drinkin with? Get crunk, smell the skunk What you drinkin with? Smell the funk get crunk What you drinkin with? (Clayborne Family) (Marc Live) Clayborne Family, we strike with the ruthless touch Ruthless what? Clear the block out Crime family, everybody does somethin Whatever, brind bad news bad weather Cadillac, four deep with the battle axe Trunk filled with that ma**ive cash It's ma**ive stash, blunt tri-state Go postal, coast to coast yo We send the work straight out, straight to Kosovo Felony clique we a terrible clique You got another well we frost kid it's sick 24's, we got 24 who*es All 100% top shelf They all co*k back shot you fall back Come chill black, we got the Hatfields We been feudin for a hundred years, old (Chorus) - 2/3X (Jacky Jasper) My fam is my fam To put your body out my fam Leave you down head slammed Take your sh** my fam Clayborne we gone Sit back and just throw airball Recall, my family take it all Escort, strip club, strip parlors Pay up dollars to me or my brothers Money folds, we run holes in the wall Kids don't bite call the cops patrol Powder cookers pinch yes we pushers Don't a**ociate with any users, hate ya So we shoot up your Crown Victoria My lawyer and me sit and laugh at ya Cops scope kids jumpin rope arrest they hope nope Y.O.'s traffic holdin my dope wodie My hustler's hard goodie goodie read sticky sticky My homey stick you for your money money (Chorus) - 2/3X CLAYBORNE!