Raekwon - Whips And Kicks lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah n***a That's all yall n***as talk about all f**ing day man The whips man, f**ing cars and all that sh** f**ing vehicles and sh** man We been swing'n and all these n***as need to cut it out man Cause yall n***as is babies man [Raekwon] Remember the Four Runner's, Corsica's, Back with the gold cunnions Maxima yep, Stances, Audis with sick vances Datsun's, Corolla's, All of the oldies yo Riding through the city, Jetta's and Volvo's Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial Alpha Romeo's, Yeah the Wrangler's and Lexus' Pinto's, Geo's, Suzuki's was the truth yo Making them up town trips, Cops'll shoot you though Benz's, Five-sixties', Gallant's and the fly Rivies Rivera's look grisly huh You know we come through, Something mean under the sun roof I blow a blunt, Poof, Shorty singing I'm Koof Yeah the Sterling, The Grand Am's The Lincoln with the crab amps Made me mad, In the Blazer we all crampted Six deep, Four bags of cheeba, A crisp beat All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep [AZ] Eighty-four mopeds, Blue and white Pro-Keds Just started puff'n, Got instructions for an old head Co-ved, Wally rock'n n***as tryna grow dreads Back in the bush, Church Ave. on the juxs Shell toes, Black and white, No laces in em Pat U-edition had his whole face in em Straight leg denims, Taylor made sh** Kareem Laker colors, Low cut suede tip Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick Two-toned colors, Put the taps on the rubber Puma rock'n n***a, f** a womber I was bigger See a b**h in seconds an a**umed that I could rip her None hipper, Copped kicks with the zippers The Fila's arrived, It was Levi's and high In V Tracks I was simply the mack Everything I snatched had to match with the hat Reebok rocker, Whole crew couldn't knock us f** who, Only thing to do was just glock us Valley Competitions and the Jordan's hit stores I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours Now fast forward time n***a still on the grind Haters everywhere, n***a still gotta shine Gucci's all kinds, Switch em up for the weather Louis' in lime, Only do it for the pleasure Come fresher, From the tech on the dresser Fifth in the waist, Still crys'd and I'm laced [Outro: AZ] n***as, And I do it for real you dig You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tim's when necessary Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum Or I do the Italian Cla**ic Olympic cut Gucci's Three quarters, You bum a** n***as