Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Saigon Velour, artista - Ghostface Killah. Fecha de emisión: 05.10.2023
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Saigon Velour |
| Okay, yeah, yo yo |
| Son I walk down the block like it’s '76 |
| Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks |
| And my chain’s like 80 pounds of frozen ice |
| I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice |
| Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt |
| I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport |
| An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos |
| Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles |
| Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel |
| Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel |
| In the stash house owned by El Patrón |
| Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones |
| Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco |
| But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |
| Well I’m black as an onyx, (?) and demonic |
| Little (?) go in your mouth, Orthodontics |
| Globally iconic |
| Dr. Dre, The Chronic |
| My new company, Wu-Electronics |
| Scientifcally smart, technology art |
| (?) Jackson and Tony Stark’s undeniable thoughts |
| Avoidin' unmarks |
| FBI, DEA, all government sharks |
| All around the nation they see my demonstration |
| Four-Four revolver, no shell casings |
| Send you to a coroner, a murderer’s formula |
| My feet up for weeks, Miami Beach, Florida |
| Sign of success, trust the process |
| Women with they feet in my sand, topless |
| Darkman’s a monster, yeah, Lochness |
| Nothin' in the mother fuckin' word could stop this |
| I’m a ski-mask professional always after that decimal |
| Shoot you in your head, if you live, you’ll be a vegetable |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |
| Original, a lot of style, boom-pow |
| Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow |
| Way up in the cloud |
| Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how |
| To maintain and sustain as I crush game |
| Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane |
| Plush game, lavish livin' |
| Bust on the pigs with bad intentions |
| Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc |
| The homie said 9−1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!) |
| And I believe that so I protect and serve |
| Every nigga on the block, that’s my word |
| Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin' |
| Listen to the sounds of the sirens |
| I’m a O.G. nigga on a mission |
| Beans don’t burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |
| Guard at the gate, live in a mansion |
| Rap career longer than an extension |
| Still hold it in court |
| Got my wine in the World Report |
| Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY? |
| If it ain’t now, it will be |
| Grew up on purple, went from humble |
| Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble |
| In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double |
| Pot in the kitchen at all times |
| I’m a boss, still write my own rhymes |
| Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper |
| Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor |
| Been a fixture, I don’t think it’s many left |
| Been the shit like your baby mama breath |
| Been in it for a while, been a threat |
| Custom houses and cars is how I’m livin' |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |
| If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy |
| If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me |
| Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key |
| But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street |