Westside Gunn - Ritz Barlton Lyrics

Ayy, yo, yo, yo
Nackman (Nackie Chan, nigga)
Know I mean?
Bodega to the barber shops (yeah)
Uh-huh (I see you)
Ask Tab for the astronauts (peligro, nigga)
You got the shit locked, yo, son (danger, son, whoa)

As far as nine in the vest goes, I'm a hooper (slash)
Locked eyes with the bitches and then froze like Medusa, yeah (yeah)
They ready to struggle, Chet blow like a hookah (whoa)
Swallow, package of the best, snow like a boots practice Kama Sutra (oh, yeah)
Nackman super money like Mansa Musa (yeah)
If you support us, helpin' clear the future, fight the feeling (skrrt)
We out at NyQuil hours, that's type of chillin' (lifestyle, nigga)
You know I'm bringin' more than they eyesight and feelin'
How he chillin'? (We goin' up)
Lil' beats, motherf*ckers ignite still
Sittin' they ass down just like hyper children (f*ck outta here)
Red grill 'em, 'bout a slice of million
Twin bitches that means twice resilient (Fly)
Sit on the throne, yo, my name grand (skrrt)
Bells a lo ba omundu, they know my name well (Nack)
Survivors came before the fame helped (adlibs)
How the motherf*ckers in control of the game? Tell (yeah)
Break the scale, I mixed powdered brick with the Novocain shell (whoa)

Ayo, iPhone hittin' in the Sheers list (in the Sheer list)
Walk around with no shirt on and my pill ain't fifty
Boss will get you stabbed right now, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Not a scuff on my Moncarch's, lookin' like a million
I'm on the dance floor, blowin' kisses at your bitch (at your bitch)
My G-Shock sayin', "I'll be comin' home soon"
Dick sucks at the halfway house
Feel like the Ritz (feel like the Ritz, ah)