Translation: Clwyd Clippers. Childhood Years.
Translation: Clwyd Clippers. Ashes To Ashes.
I can?t see the point of living, when there?s no will to survive. I know that we should live our days like our last. She told the doctor to land the
I keeps that dirty money, I'm talkin' fast cash I'm talkin' razor shavin', I'm talkin' duffle bags I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'
jungle fam' where niggas bundle gram From below you tumble get merked on the humble ANNNNDD the gat on the belt on the hip ANNNNDD I keep a Pharrell with the Clipse
These 16s is undefeated, now crown me It's the all mighty duo, you know Critically acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo On my ditty bop, playcloths knitted top Clipse
Yes y?all and guess who?s back ballin Them eses found a way across the border and they haulin? Creepin?, crawlin? and Clinton tryna stall ?em From bouncing
Okay, Pusha, minus the T Niggas is talkin' to blasphemous Tell me, is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove
Whether they gag me, bound me, hollow point 'round me (I feel ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (Uh huh) Spare my family, the details
where it hits the procedure I got rats dim as the site fool quick to switch cheetah Actually they want the cheeba I'm the owner and leader Yo my clip
Now, they saying we're too hot New verses please, c'mon Malice Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, '
Yo, I go by the name (I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell from the Neptunes And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha) The world is about to feel Something
Uh, uh, uh, huh Clipse (Clipse) Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit) Yeah, who Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This
I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin' A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin' Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin' The cat drippin
get down! 8x Pharreal) Niggas and Bitches,You are now listening to,Pharreal, and that would be, Clipse, The Neptunes, and the new label, STAR TRAK!!!!! Clipse
wanted money Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas Out of two, Clipse
(Chorus) Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on
