Lil' KeKe Pyrex Shakin' Lyrics

Platinum In Da Ghetto Track Listing
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Platinum in da Ghetto
  • 3 Coast 2 Coast
  • 4 Skit 1
  • 5 Do You Love It
  • 6 Callin My Name
  • 7 Love For Ya
  • 8 Pyrex Shakin'
  • 9 Where Da South At?
  • 10 Mr. D.J.
  • 11 Cowgirl
  • 12 Skit 2
  • 13 Bad Man
  • 14 Where My Dog At
  • 15 Off Da Chain
  • 16 3 Time Felon
  • 17 What I Wanna Do
  • 18 Let's Get F@#!ed Up
  • (feat. Lil' C)

    [talking:]
    Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the Underboss
    C.M.G. fa sho

    [Lil' Keke:]
    Hit licks for heavy bricks, I get it 14 plain
    Coming from out of town, it's gon be 19 a thang
    Rock for rock, zone for zone
    Block for block, getting it on till the whole thang gone
    I'm a rap star, but I got love for the do
    Going hard with the snow, till it ain't no mo'
    Cash flow, I keep it cracking and stay stacking
    Distribute these goods, and try to ease away from jacking
    My neighborhood, it rock like heavy metal
    We raised that way, so you can play it on the ghetto

    [Lil' C:]
    I got that work nigga, but I ain't Beatrice
    Keep seventeen bricks, in the pissy mattress
    H-Town H-Town, the city of dope
    Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat
    Don't get me wrong, some fly and some float
    My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
    To the fat sack of do-do, that me and Ke' smoke
    I'm the quarterback, my receiver wide open
    For a pass, got the police on D
    But shit knowing me, I'ma throw a T.D.

    [Hook:]
    I'm in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking
    I'm bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
    I might be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
    Cause ain't no limit, to this money I be making
    I'm in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking
    I'm bout my game, ain't got time for the faking
    I might be rapping, but I'm still cake baking
    Cause ain't no limit, to this money I be making

    [Lil' Keke:]
    You know the streets end up, and I just can't let up
    Niggaz falling out of line, man they must catch up
    Cause the limo's, jacuzzi's and presidential suites
    All that pretty shit, can't keep my hands out the streets
    I do it dirty, the type of work that get a nigga thirty
    Birds that get the worm, are the ones up early
    It's a hard job, trying to survive the mob
    Staying in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed
    I got a brick hanging, and it's wrapped like a gift
    With a poisonous smell, that the dogs can't sniff
    Airplanes and trains, mics and cocaine
    It's twenty for a show, twenty for a thang
    Rapping is beautiful, it got a young nigga shining
    But some'ing in my blood, that just keep a nigga grinding
    I get's paid, on a regular basis
    So many faces, so many places what

    [Hook]

    [Lil' C:]
    It ain't no limit to this money, I'm telling you mayn the game funny
    Niggaz wasn't with it, till you mention big face hundreds
    Get the bricks, load em in the train
    Load em in the submarine, load em in the plane
    It's in the game, like EA Sports
    Slip and get hit, with bullets of all sorts
    You don't wanna play around, with me do ya
    Hollow tips shred right through ya, treat you like I never knew ya
    Behind my work
    And I'm always one deep when I do my dirt, the truth hurt
    It hit you like a boomerang, and come back
    Like dope fiends, digging for hard crack
    Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck with mine
    24/7 3-65, I'ma shine
    Ice gon blind, don't make a mistake dummy
    And I'll do whatever it take, to make money for real

    [Hook x2]

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