Cream 2001

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clue, (Raekwon)] Word up! (Paint a picture...) New shit! Raekwon! Ghostface! (Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..) C.R..E.A.M.... 2001 (Who you, who you, who you?) Fat shout – my nigga, RZA! (Yea.. yea.. yea..) WHAAAAAAAT? [Verse 1: Raekwon, (DJ Clue)] That's right... My nigga Clueminatti fuckin' wit' the intro, to murder somebody We cheque-cash niggas wit' four fingers on 'em Call on Lord, "Help me!" – that's us Thrustin' through ya hood wit the dust (HOOOOO!) Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo End the swine, meet the inventor Plus the winter is mine Gasoline jumpers, spiked gloves, nines Watch plump, waves pushed, one chain faded out Racin' to Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd Willie Aames, slap bop top of ya Glocks Plus black Reeboks, rockin' real nigga shit, call me Pops Golden pro' kitchen designer shit Chinchilla blankets, H. Winston anklets on Drug dealer banquets, hands out, fire when we spit (Haha) The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp Frozen ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger Gettin' fly, might linger Those of you ride, so let the lies sprinkle, yo [Chorus: Raekwon, (Ghostface Killah)] Yo, we put together like C.R.E.A.M Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team (Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green (Off the wall auctions) that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em We put together like C.R.E.A.M Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team (Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green (Off the wall auctions) that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Eh-yo, we like two Ak's, Mac's in the trunk, lookin real dumb '88 paper and our nose is numb Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave He said, "Ghost, Pop murked me at an early age Hit Diana back in the days And the Supremes, they was all on my dick Loved the way I sung The Shirelles 'Mercy, Mercy' sung made 'em cum..." "I wrote songs for the people," (Riiight!) "Verses that'll make Nixon resign," (Uh-huh!) "You can do the same thing with rhymes, I swear, Ghost If you could just imagine... Check out what I started! Who's the first to rock 'fros with a part in it? Feather hats, pardon it Gladys was the baddest, she wore a 6 Pretty-ass foot, with an arch in it Big cars, slammin' 8-tracks, slanted hats King died in '65, Motown cried Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes, fogged out glasses The plan was to bring together all the masses!" [Chorus: Raekwon, (Ghostface Killah)] Yo, we put together like C.R.E.A.M Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team (Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green (Off the wall auctions) that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em [Interlude: DJ Clue, during Chorus] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Fat shout – Rick Rock! Loud Records! Steve Rifkin! Epic! CLUE! [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yo! Muhammad Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers on Beefin', take niggas' eats, streets brought all my features Terryclothed bed rallies Imagine, only 17, wil'er who spent thousands on 'em Ballys Denali's now, I'm just lampin', just stylin out in Cali Actin' like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em Bank charge, movin' in stars, manipulatin' my accountant Relaxin' like blacks gettin' jobs Slayin', bangles on, yo – chillin from all angles Don rock more thank you's, getti' my shit washed Elevator music, Rolex doors with3 7 whores Countin' my paper, takin' yo awards [Chorus: Raekwon & (Ghostface Killah)] Yo, we put together like C.R.E.A.M Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team (Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green (Off the wall auctions) that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em We put together like C.R.E.A.M Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team (Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green (Off the wall auctions) that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! 'The Professional, Pt. 2', stupid! Fat shout – Dame Dash My nigga, Jigga! Biggs Hoffa! You know how we do things! Word up!