Bourdain

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr Cheeks] Queens Ayo, whats poppin' up like this [?] Got my boy Heems in the building with ya boy We representing Queens [Verse 1: Mr Cheeks] Listen, niggas gon' talk about you And make moves with or without you Stay alert, kid, it's somethin' out to scout you You ever have the feeling like your lady start to doubt you? Like you weren't putting every ounce in Well, if it ain't enough, she can bounce then I got enough problems, you ain't gonna be the add-on You can run along, you and your sad song Now watch out for snakes, [?], and the coppers I'm at peace in the yard with the shots I get down out of town, show stopper Hit New York, riding round Manhattan proper The black Camaro, that's me No rims, no tints, I jumps out crispy They say a nigga tipsy, man, fuck what they say How can I be tipsy when I sips everyday? Keep your tech, I don't dress like that Niggas try to write me off, man I'll be right back Yo, them girls tried to put a little shades at the name Steal a little money, bamboozle the game Still rich, we write music and blaze Still the same cat from back in the day I throw my suit on when it's time to get my nude on And I be movin' my G, you the whip with the food on [Verse 2: Heems] Ayo, I said "Are you dumb?" Himanshu wild, ayo, I scold ya' son My habibi, he hold a gun My accountant in Dubai hold the funds Had to link Cheeks so I could give him his flowers You cowards, I'm nice with the pen, I got the power Fresh out the shower, I'm smellin' like sour It's 2023, my interior Eddie Bauer I'm out in Queens and I'm watchin' all the planes I said we move the caine' from Maine to Spain I'm deranged, my money in Bahrain Peep me on CNN with Anthony Bourdain People think they allies cause they ate a little gobi Young brown kids salute me and call me OG I'm airing from Bodhi, my man you don't know me If I was a dwarf, yo I'd probably be Dopey I roll with some Sikhs who got knives like Shinobi And thirty Latinos in Timbs with the goatees Peace to my man Sal, he got out the pokey I stack bread like the shop sell roti Hemi rockin' shows in Manila, the Philippines My killers clean, they kill your team and drill the scene I bring the guillotine in the limousine I'm with eleven killers, I call that my cricket team Ayo, I'm on several syllabi My melanin make police try to kill a guy When you at the function, yo, I heard you kill the vibe And you rhyme like Vanilla Ice, little guy [Outro: Heems] Hemi, hemi Mr Cheeks (Cheeks) On that Queens shit (Q- Queens shit) I look like Ock (Look like Ock) My man, you look like an opp (Yeah, you look like an opp) Ayo, you act like a cop (Yo, you act like a cop) I'm the freshest on the block (I'm the freshest on the block) The engineer said stop