Something To Say

Lyrics

[Versuri "Something To Say"] [Intro: Raekwon] Word up (Ye, ye, ye) Yeah, you know what it is (What up, kid?) Yo, aight, look, check it, it's going down (Ye, ye, ye) You know how I go (Ye, ye, ye) Word up, ye (Ye, ye, ye) Wu-Tang forever, Paraziții (Ye, ye, ye) No question, no question (Let's go, baby) Ayo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef I sit fly in the S-5 with the snub check You know the status, big carats up in the chain It's obvious, there's no doubt in my rep I smoke lots of good shit, yeah, son Running the club from here to the US, next stop - Bucharest Fly nigga with millions, lay in the spot Where the police never come ('Cause) them niggas are scared to death Got my little hungry, little A-1s with me (Ye) Ready to blow something, Ray, come get me What it is, yo? Stackin', one jackin; like black bums But got mad money, throw us a check I love Fly-Guys, languages, and niggas who ride high All over the world, my niggas supply pot Rock fengashiz, trying to get denashiz So when you see us below these pavements, kid Can't stop us, yeah, them Staten Island mobsters with axes Who really get down and shop octopuses Sushi, niggas stay fly in Gucci If paper's a crime, then nigga, then shoot me Check it out, nigga, Fly Killers call us the live Five deadly venoms who got style, we gotta get 'em (Yo) You know the kid's meany, regardless of the beat pop-off We gonna get down, let's warm Paraziții [Chorus: Cheloo] Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion I've got something to say: my words have passion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Harass me, arrest me for joking Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion I've got something to say: my words have passion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Harass me, arrest me for joking [Verse 2: Cheloo] Stop bitching and get ready for the show My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow, check the flow You know the plan is to see Paraziții on CD At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas Fuck money, fuck tax fees We throw shit on everybody from the nineties like this We are the white boys making noise We chase ugly bitches with rubber dildos, big dick toys I'm so fucking funny, what the fuck? I'm vicious I don't believe in God, oh God, I'm not religious Now it's time to come down from cloud nine Where the weather is fucking fine We can buy happiness with one dime Only one time, so keep in mind: Life is like running on ice, it's like rolling the dice If you don't like prison, fool, you better be nice I'm sending this message to the shithole you call home You invisible cocksucker, stand by the phone Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit If you feel shitty, then you must be full of shit Here is the message I'm trying to transmit: [Chorus: Cheloo] Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion I've got something to say: my words have passion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Harass me, arrest me for joking Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion I've got something to say: my words have passion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Harass me, arrest me for joking [Verse 3: Ombladon] My rhymes can make your ears ache, take it as a rape Make no mistake, this musical state is not fucking fake You can suck my dick and relocate For me, drinking is a sport (Victory) Drinking up my money for child support If my ship is sinking, don't come aboard And save all your fucking prayers for the Lord I'm always ready to drink my way through life As I hold my dick and piss all night As a newborn child, I never sucked milk from my mom's tit 'Cause my dick gets hard, this I have to admit I'm so sick, but my mind is bright And I can bang yo' wife at City Hall in the daylight People like good news and happy endings I like fine bitches on their knees, I'm standing All women are bitches except my lady back home And of course, your bitch, if you don't listen to this alone [Chorus: Cheloo] Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion I've got something to say: my words have passion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Harass me, arrest me for joking Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion I've got something to say: my words have passion Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking Harass me, arrest me for joking [Outro: Cheloo] Listen up, here we go Raekwon, Paraziții I feel the hip-hop classic BPM Listen up Raekwon, Paraziții I feel the hip-hop classic BPM