Paraziţii - Something to Say lyrics

[Intro] Word up Yeah, yeah Yeah, you know what it is What up kid Yo aight look, check it, it's going down You know how I go Wu-Tang forever Parazitii No question, no question [Verse 1: Raekwoon The Chef] Eh yo, get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk Check You know the status Big carats, up in the chain It's obvious, there's no doubt in my rep I smoke lots of good sh** Yeah son, running the club from here to U.S Next stop Bucharest Fly n***a with millions lay in the spot Where the police never come 'Cuz them n***as is scared to d**h Got my little hungry, little A-1's with me Ready to blow something Ray come get me What it is yo ... Stackin one jackin' like black bums But got mad money Throw us a check I love Fly-Guys languages and n***as who ride high All over the world my n***as supply pot Rock fengashiz trying to get denashiz So when you see us below this payments kid Can't stop us Yeah them Staten Island mobsters with axes Who really get down, and shop Octopuses Sushi n***as stay flyin Gucci If paper's a crime Then n***a then shoot me Check it out n***a Fly k**ers call us the Live 5 deadly Venoms who got style We got to get'em You know the kidz meany Regardless of the beat pop-off We gonna get down Let's worm Parazitii! [Hook x2] f** money, f** grammar, f** fashion I've got something to say My words have pa**ion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Arrest me, arrest me for joking [Verse 2: Cheloo] Stop b**hing and get ready for the show My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow Check the flow! You know the plan is to see Parazitii on CD at low prices next to Black Eyed Peas f** money, f** tax fees We throw sh** on everybody from the nineties Like this - We are the white boys making noise We chase ugly b**hes with rubber dil*os, big dick toys I'm so f**ing funny, what the f**, I'm vicious I don't believe in God, oh God, I'm not religious Now it's time to come down from cloud nine Where the weather is f**ing fine We can buy happiness with one dime Only one time so keep in mind: Life is like running on ice It's like roll the dice If you don't like prison, fool, you'd better be nice I'm sending this message to the sh** hole you call home You invisible co*ks**er stand by the phone Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit If you feel sh**ty then you must be full of sh** Here is the message I'm trying to transmit: [Hook x2] f** money, f** grammar, f** fashion I've got something to say My words have pa**ion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Arrest me, arrest me for joking [Verse 3: Ombladon] My rhymes can make your instinct thick, [?] Make no mistake this musical state is not f**ing fake You can s** my dick and relocate For me drinking is a sport – Victory! Drinking up my money for child support If my ship is sinking, don't come aboard And save all your f**ing prayers for the Lord I'm always ready to drink my way through life As I hold my dick and piss all night As a new born child I never s**ed milk from my mom's tit 'Cuz my dick gets hard - this I have to admit I'm so sick, but my mind is bright And I can bang your wife at cityhall in the daylight People like good news and happy endings I like fine b**hes on their knees, I'm standing All women are b**hes except my lady back home And of course your b**h if you don't listen to this alone [Hook x2] f** money, f** grammar, f** fashion I've got something to say My words have pa**ion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Arrest me, arrest me for joking [Outro] Listen up, here we go Raekwon,Parazitii I feel the hip-hop cla**ic BPM Listen up Raekwon,Parazitii I feel the hip-hop cla**ic BPM