[ Featuring Camp Lo, Talib Kweli ]
Ladies and gentlemen
Infinity interlude i'm in the mood (uh)
I'm a royal the hit 87 on cruise
The remy makin' her oohs slip off your shoes
Screen shootin' a cinema through the
Lens of the tombs
Pull up in the rhythm machine
And they fall in freakish love
Pieces of a dream I'm recallin'
Kiss my double barrel because the
VG Lean is clean
LTD is Cheeba, Unlimited Orchestra
She addicted to Barry White
Keep strawberry fields forever
Pull a Sister Sledge hammer if I ask
BX Masked Crusaders and native Peter Parker
Meetin Layla in Washington
Underneath the moon
Ladies and gentlemen
We got every damn thing (yeah)
Hell, we got plenty to drink (that's right)
Hell, we got wine, beer, whiskey, gin
Pullin' petals off of
'bezzles switchin' levels
And a lincoln globetrottin'
Candy cotton and we knockin' while we leavin'
I'mma tell 'em how I tell 'em
From the Vernon to the Pelham
We gonna spill it on 'em tonight
A sole combination
Backed up by Apollo show band
A nation of millions
Into the Tiffany's feeling
A shine over Sly Stone
Let's coast to the Kokomo and take it slow
Slow sippin' like whiskey inside of my cup
Get it lick it up and betcha (tiffany cut?)
It's bugged out how they admirin' the siren
And never before this sound is tryin'
To get up inside em describin' it so violent
That's how you turn 'em off
This nigga's calories
You dancin' just to burn 'em off
Word is bond i see ya leadin' em on
See that cherry poppin' 'em like molly
Sorry, pardon my French, like Les Miserable
Or the Marquis de Sade
By the pleasure in the pain
I'm forever remain paid
I got cheddar on the brain
And it's never the same thing
Brooklyn love ring like Riddick Bowe
Watch me climb out of ya pigeonhole
Leave em knock-kneed like pigeon toe
Singin' my praises like Figaro
Figaro yeah this nigga though