Raekwon The Chef - Giant Size Lyrics
* unedited lyrics; the pjs soundtrack is clean[intro: chip banks of american cream team]What? aiyyo, yall wanna do a track wit us or some shit?We the billion dollar boys club.What you got a hundred thousand for us? the *****s that?Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?Aiyyo, american cream team, baby.Heavy hitters, new york city giants.Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.Pop off.[superb of american cream team]I dont rock wit hoes, I puff optimosYour label ship gold, but only copper soldPerb got flows, everybody and God knows***** a ***** for two dimes, she got to cop thoseUsed to be a thug, now he wear cop clothesTry to come to the hood and we shot hoes[chip banks of american cream team]I dont care who you got a deal wit or who you chill witBankyll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shitTill the chef be like (chill, kid)Thats word to abola perrione, dem not know who they deal witChef banks, uh-huh, slash bankyGot the whole world callin flex tryin to transtate meSaid new jack city 2, banky b. nino, push a 2000 benz-ino[killa sin of killarmy]These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons***** a bigon, rely on ion in my pythonWe squeeze off, long disc when we pissResort this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemistShotties say, *****!, cursin my nameKnowin damn well, Im hurtin the sameWhat part of the game you playin?Kid, Im sayin, yo, three months ago you was onYou fallin short now, chasin a don, youre money aint lonedFaggot *****, bag him, stick him in the back of my truckStrip him and smack him up for actin upBe slitherin, hit him in the rips againBroke the code of honor that we livin inDepleted the whole click, is never whenBut never that[chorus: raekwon]Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, just repShow me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollinWorldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slideSettin up to son, won the grand prizeStand up, why? where it came from? accord and the 5Where the name from? read the rob, yoYo, while we handglide, slang lyeChill, ya better recognize, cuz its cut out for big shit, giant size[polite of american cream team]Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is realNights was tough, days came hard as steelStill we played the field like players witout contractsBroke the trends and the fans far beyond thatComin to america, now we tradin places (uh-huh)New faces in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)>from all the squeezin, they callin the precinctWe could battle in ya pjs or battle in the becon![raekwon]I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, drunkPlayin cards, young start wildin on dunns with gunsRemmy doctor, old man jams with voice of hoffaChill, slap shorty up at the opera (battle in the becon!)Uncle got the kangaroo, rock the kangaroo, booStart cursin out white boys shoes, you wildThirstin howl wit a growl start barkin at crowdsHe actin like he got shark skin now[kingpin of american cream team]I lace my hookers with g-string, liz clairborneDon the king, hustlin, nigga don I meanExquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemistAmerican cream team, billion buck spendersStrip boutiques, advantage, get move onWe too strong, the menace, nothin to lose conYachts we cruise on, money thats too longPull out a check book, coupon, purchase the yukon[chorus][outro: raekwon]Its never been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)
