Pots and Pans (DJ Cheapshot Remix)

Lyrics

C-Rayz Walz - "Pots and Pans (DJ Cheapshot Remix)" [Emcee(s): C-Rayz Walz] [Producer(s): DJ Cheapshot] [Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Leave it. Leave that in [Bridge 1: C-Rayz Walz] You make me sick, then you get me better You crack me up just to put me back together Infinite wisdom. Now and forever, overstand Pots and pans, real trendsetters [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] Many couldn't see the light when the Sun was dawning Tried to play me like a crackhead—four in the morning Selling VCRs. If you C-Rayz Walz, then You know who I are. Exactly [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I swim with planks, walk the sharks Blow up the charts with explosive darts, then part Me and Noah went to McDonald's and stole the Ark In the huddle cut to construct the double-up mission like, "What?" Never beef with burgers—I'll burn before flipping Polly with parakeets, hear myself speak and listen The fast life: blast mics. In the house, I'm street Don't sleep. I could reenact yours in a week The Lord of the Flies born in disguise (Surprise!), Superion Nagasaki blaze, Autopsy Five This flow wet, at shows get with more water than Frisco We old vets fully erect in the presence of your bitch flow Funk Buddha. Off the top, I jump tutors Track-movers backsmack rap acts and hack computers Cats pursue the heavy shit I drop like stacked manure K. Lew produced the wax. Don't let the facts confuse ya [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] Many couldn't see the light when the Sun was dawning Tried to play me like a crackhead—four in the morning Selling VCRs. If you C-Rayz Walz, then You know who I are. Exactly [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, I'm murking Verbs, kicking the bass with my car dirking 'burbs Then squirt on birds who act like they ain't slurping turds (Fuck you!) You get on my flurking nerves. Broken words In the hospital talking to the nurse with a curse and slur You ever notice cowgirls always lurk in herds? And moose dudes with a loose fuse look so absurd? I'm cool. I'm just came home from hurricane verb Get your purse disturbed for rocking iceberg furs, you heard? I'm killing the streets—I'll be hurting curbs Three-time felon, I'm telling you second person's first My splurge in blurts, so I'll make sure my weapon works Have you burst in splurts, bizarre like bourbon burps Surfing the 'burbs, observing worthless jerks, searching The Earth, preserving the purpose is my curse and worse Nervous birds perch in the church and chirp and rehearse Killing the sixteen while I'm burping the verse and still thirst [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] Many couldn't see the light when the Sun was dawning Tried to play me like a crackhead—four in the morning Selling VCRs. If you C-Rayz Walz, then You know who I are. Exactly [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Snatch your patch out space, smack myself in the face 'Til the good's in the hood. Out of states, I'm to the greats You see me in the news rocking lightning shoes Like I went to Mount Olympus and robbed Zeus Write rhymes on Pampers, drop shit often Tuberculosis brothers in a day room coughing While the end begins, I see slaves with freedom Why politick with derelicts? I independently need them I'm serious. You think I'm funny, fool? You son of a gun, your mother's a broke twenty-two Your pops is a forty-five with an empty clip The sperm cell met the egg like, "He sent me..." Like spliffs that don't lie/lye, this is my true joint Crossbred with pig cows, make you scream, "Moo, oink" We off the roof, land on clouds, get it on Off the top. Yeah, you know how we get down [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] Many couldn't see the light when the Sun was dawning Tried to play me like a crackhead—four in the morning Selling VCRs. If you C-Rayz Walz, then You know who I are. Exactly [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, if the streets is crying, the crib is hurting Mad 'cause the bonus track on your bootleg C-Rayz tape ain't working Sink overflower, you pink Motorola. I think I'm Stronger than ginseng, ginkgo biloba I'll work out while I'm driving, pushup and pull over While you stand still, running your mouth with a broken molar Utilize fans when my chapter's bent. And with The right hook, this could be a car accident I'm the type to spit a hot verse that deserves replay Then get on some humble shit like, "Yo, give it up for DJ!" I'm blessed with the WPIX flow. (What?) "What? What's your opinion? We'd like to know" On the permanent vacation, I'm temporarily stuck Plus, I'm overly concerned about not giving a fuck Deep work cold chilling with no T-shirt. Dropping This shit twice, call it the "Returd" until we return [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Many couldn't see the light when the Sun was dawning Tried to play me like a crackhead—four in the morning Selling VCRs. If you C-Rayz Walz, then You know who I are. Exactly