Raekwon - Royal Flush lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Boi] I am the wrong n***a to cross and the first n***a to jam With the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand Goddamn. Generation uno, Dungeon Fam The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the a** I laugh when you think that you have seen the last But it's only the beginning my n***a don't be so fast Pa** gas, slow it down to a screeching halt Impeach the President cause he don't think before he talk Iraq, goddamn; now he gunning for Iran North Korea got that sh** that make LA look like Japan Our land, nah man, more like the Caribbean Billy Ocean bodies floating, take a voyage to Atlantis [Verse 2: Raekwon] Selling gla** and blasting, machinery sling past Next stop: Bowling Green, bling flashing Glow my a** off, Po-Po they try to hara** My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent You know the W that come from Dirty Bast Bird baths, love to stunt, we got birds with gats Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypa** I mastered what? The treasurer of getting a** Whip a**ing, red pipe and leather; slick nasty Sa**y, but at the same time raspy Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster [Verse 3: André 3000] Styles will change. They say change is dang-erous As a King standing on the terrace While his partner pointing up at the riflemen Coward shooter, never know when your life will end Then live like there ain't no 'morrow And if one come then this the motto Now I put message in bottle You go to the nearest beach and open your car door And walk to the place where the sea meets the land Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand Hey, I'm talking young man. As if chalk in my hand I will take y'all little a** to school It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back Crack and I have a lot in common We both come up in the 80's and we keep that ba** pumping That's a nega-tive comparison, embarra**ing Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate the streets consider you lame Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life I guess it ain't. What a shame I don't slang. Never slung but I'm one with the slum That has a name well fitting, plenty cheese getting No wonder why they call it the trap, so watch your tail And I'm not kidding, the rats and mice will give advice They say, "you can paint and draw, get out of here Go show them that we're more than slanging raw." That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression And I tried to enlighten but that night I learned a lesson That the morals that you think you got go out the window When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis And your child is down on her knees praying hard up to God For a Whopper with cheese Do you B) hit the street hard with a flair Or do you A) go to school for heating and air? Dare make an honest living or make a crooked k**ing Or do a bit of both until you're holding on a million? Brilliant. You got one foot in, one foot out You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about You do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around That's what it's all about. 3000 out