Raekwon Casablanca Lyrics

Immobilarity Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Yae Yo
  • 3 Casablanca
  • 4 100 Rounds
  • 5 Real Life
  • 6 Power
  • 7 Skit Nº1
  • 8 All I Got Is You, Part II
  • 9 Jury
  • 10 Fuck Them
  • 11 Skit Nº2
  • 12 Live From New York
  • 13 My Favorite Dred
  • 14 Friday
  • 15 The Table
  • 16 Sneakers
  • 17 Raw
  • 18 Pop Shit
  • 19 Heart to Heart
  • 20 Forecast
  • 21 Outro
  • Stop touching the ****ing door man
    You so ****ing paranoid man
    What's the matter wit' you man?
    It's like a ***** could write for hours
    And get real theatrical wit' this,
    Tellin' you kid,
    I got stripes when it comes to this right here,
    y'all know my repertoire
    It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous
    And they ain't your regular average cats
    Here we go

    It's all elegance
    He spoke third power style high intelligence
    A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch
    3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates
    I mean creaming,
    Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes
    Fiends beaming, steaming
    Associated wit' names and demons
    All apparent reasons
    We live here the gate blew in a year
    Sorta like time share where crime
    Sport it like I shine yeah,
    Rainbow dough was the emmo
    So many flavours yo,
    Buy your neighbour off underwater vault
    Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
    Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco
    Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, ***** dead up
    Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up
    Had a black wiz spoke German
    Higher learning burning
    Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet
    ***** large percentage on her rich motor lodge
    Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south
    Paramedics rocked her,
    Said she had connections out Anartica
    Barrels of juices from Florida
    Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin
    Out in Club Med butt *** layin' like she dead
    Wise guys fell for her ambiance
    Pull it together, black renassaince
    Queen Elizabeth aunt
    Crazy swift Cristal murderer
    Guzzle the **** like she dying kid
    Showing off her diamond
    Flashbacks now it's me and him again
    Last word I caught
    'Put your money in we could have the **** bumpin'
    That's federalo music
    I caught the glimpse from the *****
    When she winched yeah Santa a grinch
    She blinked twitched her nose then froze
    Check your Rolls by the blow
    It's time to roll ***** let's go
    I thought about it
    Broke the money down
    What's the total count it,
    No count it over in the mix
    Day going slower,
    Nope not time to motor
    He estimated over me not being a crook
    Count it over
    Yo only on the strength of my man
    We ain't hit him wid the strong hand
    Gun him down leave him out in flatlands
    He backhand smacked her
    Threw her on the table jacked her
    I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after
    Police knocked on the door
    Looked out the window of my room
    As your, ***** yeah that's yours
    He opened up the door this ***** wildin'
    His ***** is in shock
    Start smiling and speaking on Valen
    Yo wisen up ***** this from the rich
    Immobilize the game get your name right
    Envelope came hype
    Regards from the mayor you hype
    **** right, lets **** this money up
    And get large and blow outta sight

    [Repeat x3]
    Wise *****s wake up
    Dead *****s lose
    Who you gon' choose
    Me or him
    You a fool
    Pay attention
    **** around meet the tension
    See you in the next dimension
    Y'all *****s didn't listen

    Written by: Basil Konstantine Poledouris, Corey Woods
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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