24 Karat

Lyrics
[Intro] For my thugs, players and pimps (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) Cuban Link a bling bling (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) [Verse 1] Yo, yo, when I was growin' up, I never thought of blowin' up The world is cold as fuck when you down on ya luck And ain't no dough showin' up, I'm goin' up against all odds At full charge, never slowin' up 'cause you can never be too large Cuba, going for broke, I've been flowin' since the banana boat Plannin' to blow, I want more dough then Barry Manilow From Havana to Guantanamo Bay, I'm the man that go Toe to toe with the animals, eat 'em all like the cannibal Hannibal Lecter, I'm the threat coming to get ya Droppin' tropical nectar, knockin' off top contenders Rockin' the richter scales, so yell extra, extra Who's next up to get sketched and left on a stretcher On point like I'm Dexter, checkin' for funny gestures Put one in your chest, then glide off like Clyde Drexler Reppin' my sector, till the death like a protector The best of the best, 24K, nothing less [Chorus] Twenty four karat gold (I′ll be shining like diamond rings) I'ma flash all that glow (Cuban Link a bling bling) So just pass me some more, a bag of dro on the low 'Cause baby, nobody got to know (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) Twenty four karat gold (For my thugs, players and pimps) It's a habit to flow (Do my thing for ching-ching) So just pass me the dough, the cash money and hoes After the show, and I′m good to go (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo, yo) [Verse 2] The twenty-four karat gold stylin', shinin' through ya area code Highly explosive, ready to blow like fire in the hole Die for the dough like Carrie, I carry a forty-four colt With enough ammo to go to war with half of the globe I ain't having it, yo, save the jokes for Larry and Moe Act like you know, cause I'm quick to put a tag on that toe Back to the show, I should be on America's Most For deadliest flows that murdered a hundred emcees in a row So here's a toast, I wanna own a house on Coconut Grove Flossin' a boat, while I'm tossin' Joe the keys to the Rolls Up in the centerfolds of Rolling Stones with nothin' but hoes Guzzlin' mo', puffin' dro, blowin' smoke through my nose Holdin' a pose, in a custom made robe, hopin' to blow I know it's hard but Joe and Pun already opened the door So say no more, I'ma throw on my uniform and play ball But I'll still blow a hole in the wall, for all my dogs [Chorus] Twenty four karat gold (I′ll be shining like diamond rings) I'ma flash all that glow (Cuban Link a bling bling) So just pass me some more, a bag of dro on the low 'Cause baby, nobody got to know (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) Twenty four karat gold (For my thugs, players and pimps) It's a habit to flow (Do my thing for ching-ching) So just pass me the dough, the cash money and hoes After the show, and I′m good to go (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) [Verse 3] Yo, I'm good to go, once the whistle blows Keepin' all my foes, on they tippy-toes, really though Slammin' 'em all like Bam Bigelow, hit 'em low Like a ceasar, break they knees up, make 'em freeze up For no reason, they catchin' seizures Beggin' me to please ease up 'cause when I heats up I'll be the one, charging these scrubs just like a Visa Leaving emcees stuck all in pain, screaming for Jesus With both they feet up, begging for shots of anesthesia It's me, what, y'all know the name I got this game locked with ball and chain Blow you out the frame from New York to Spain I want my name up in the hall of fame, overcame the pain Like novocaine and never once blamed it on the rain Still the same from start to finish as my heart is in it Take it past the scrimmage, and win it all, in the last minute Ain't no gimmicks, it′s blood, sweat and tears I worked hard to get here I swear to hold it down something fierce, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Twenty four karat gold (I′ll be shining like diamond rings) I'ma flash all that glow (Cuban Link a bling bling) So just pass me some more, a bag of dro on the low 'Cause baby, nobody got to know (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) Twenty four karat gold (For my thugs, players and pimps) It's a habit to flow (Do my thing for ching-ching) So just pass me the dough, the cash money and hoes After the show, and I′m good to go (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) [Outro] (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo) (Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo)
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- Cuban Link