Saigon Velour [Remix]

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 Tito's 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 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 Music veteran, muscle and venom, and The sole feature, ladies and gentlemen Try to prepare, but I don't really care about Locked in a cage, never gonna let you out Think of an issue, write it on a tissue When you're gone, nobody miss you Years, shiftin' gears and add some tears What's on your head about? I don't sell it out I'm not gon' leave you there, but I don't really care Rotten crest, Christmas is the worst U.K., Jamaica, my family's from Jamaica Spendin' time and maybe I can take you I'd like to take you there, 'cause I really care Like to take you, spare, take you there Take you there, take you there Take you there