Bodega Stories

Album cover art for "Bodega Stories" by Capone-N-Noreaga & The LOX

Capone-N-Noreaga & The LOX - Rap, USA

Bodega Stories

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Lyrics

[Intro: Noreaga] [Aiyyo, ahki, man, I want a turkey and cheese, man Oil and vinegar, hold the tomatoes, B Extra mayonnaise – ya'll niggas be cheap on the mayonnaise And I'ma take some chips and this muthafucking Sunkist, I'll pay you later] [Verse 1: Noreaga] Yeah – see, I don't see eye to eye with niggas I kill 'em fast, I ain't gotta say goodbye to niggas Noreaga – the office is a bodega Ask Pancho, hit 'em with the hancho All I really need is baking soda and the blanco Bullet proof glass, selling loosies on the late night Got big work, kind to cut it with a snake knife The homie Paco work on the morning shift That's my man uncle, put in work for a morning sniff Yeah – we done switch the whole operation Alhamdulillah, pray we lost the observation They know I'm the shit, but I had constipation Right hand damaged again and I ain't lefty Put the razor right by his chin, right where his neck be My New York niggas Wolverine chlorine Wild niggas from Fort Greene, roll like a ball team [Hook: Noreaga] Bodega dreams, bodega nightmares This my hood, I grew up and had fights here And you protected, so when you get arrested They ask you to speak without a lawyer, you neglect it Bodega dreams, bodega nightmares This my hood, I grew up and had fights here And you protected, so when you get arrested They ask you to speak without a lawyer, you neglect it [Verse 2: Jadakiss] (Ahaaaa!) Yo, steal it if you can't afford it Shoot it out or either sort it The war still gotta get reported Coke will get snorted, niggas will get slaughtered Spots get raided, shut down and boarded I really owe Papi half of my stash For letting me set shop up in the back by the trash This here is the getback, I can just kick back Cop and go though, move traffic by the chip rack [Verse 3: Sheek] (Donnie!) Nas, Foxy, and Mega – 'Street Fighter' on Sega Corner store, vanilla Dutchy, the bodega Used to have the hammer that shoot crooked Fell asleep drunk one night, Moms came home and she took it Look it – Boar's Head turkey fiends coming thru with bootleg Birk-y's Tell my lil' workers to chirp me Donnie – white hoody, white 4 door Porsche, Ku Klux looking Hear my exhaust in Brooklyn [Verse 4: Styles P] Used to move C and D in the bodega 12 gauge pump, nine mill, and the 'O Razor Weapon by the video game, 'nother one by the cold cuts Niggas get stretched over here for acting so tough This our hood, consider it a wolf den Tryna run up in it, fucking with a wolf then Get a bullet in your tooth then CNN and L.O.X., hood niggas, salute them [Hook: Noreaga] Bodega dreams, bodega nightmares This my hood, I grew up and had fights here And you protected, so when you get arrested They ask you to speak without a lawyer, you neglect it Bodega dreams, bodega nightmares This my hood, I grew up and had fights here And you protected, so when you get arrested They ask you to speak without a lawyer, you neglect it [Verse 5: Capone] Aiyyo, Mose from the candy store used to sell a nigga bullets And he from Pakistan, hit 'em with a half a gram He get you anything, no matter the gun size Throw it in the bag with the chips and the loosies Papi on the ave got the connect on the bootsies I stroll down to 40th, me and my nigga Snoopy Yea what up, papi? Dimelo un minuto – lets poli' thou Walk me to the basement, I was startled by the rottie bark Flashed the A on me, must've thought I was from Colli Park Nah, pa – I need something that fit on my Nike boot He laughed at me in Spanish and said this'll bite troops Grab the lil' 2-5 next to the gold rifle This is etiquette, I'm on my berretta shit, gave him the bread and split I heard that 2-4 got the re-up That's the all-night store, the hood Ikea You can get it all, from the baggies to the leak Ahk said it's a drought, come and see him in a week Fuck that, this is my hood, my niggas gotta eat [Hook: Noreaga] Bodega dreams, bodega nightmares This my hood, I grew up and had fights here And you protected, so when you get arrested They ask you to speak without a lawyer, you neglect it Bodega dreams, bodega nightmares This my hood, I grew up and had fights here And you protected, so when you get arrested They ask you to speak without a lawyer, you neglect it

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Credits

Writers
  • Jadakiss
  • Styles P
  • Sheek Louch
  • Capone
  • N.O.R.E.
  • Scram Jones