Comedy Central - Clipse, Fabolous

Say dawg, let’s not get involved

You don’t wanna tango, I’ll dress you in a halo

Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids

Face you with a chrome 4 that’ll lock your legs

And you can’t move, I roll big and I can’t lose

They watch so hard, ain’t nothing I do that ain’t news

Carry it like I’m a stranger to the game

I cut short any whisper that endanger my name

I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke

I’m known in the streets on the account I know coke

And we got word that the cops watch us

But that don’t stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious

I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'

Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen:

«Good night friend, 'til we meet again

But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again»

Uh, I never front like I’m something I’m not

But being broke, well that’s just something I’m not

Y’all talk with hatred, but I live off that

And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap

Feel me, friend, if they could, they’d kill me, friend

Cause I weigh too much,

learned not to say too much

They couldn’t take me in the CL, that’s way too much

And I’m too gone, y’all niggas can talk on

They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it please

I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease

This guy’s in a hurry

Ma, I can’t even fuck with you if you ain’t in the itinerary

I don’t know where dudes is buying their jewelry

Why’s your ice cream, like it’s made by Ben & Jerry?

Y’all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts

E-mail snitch got Ds in your two-way contacts

I’m in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac

In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back

The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches

Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich’s

I got them teflons, to shove in the 4

That have undercovers and po', recovering slow

The government know, the kid been loving the dough

Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow

Ghetto

I keep the streets so numb they call me «Novocaine»

I turn over 'caine, over and over again

Hell, so much clientele

I could lose it all today, be back the next day

Still up in the same way

As I left ya, all in three gestures: down, up and aim

I can define death better than Webster, wet ya

Now bless ya, and off to my next venture

Blocks so white, June look like December

Wintertime: snow everywhere, flow everywhere

So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere

Ask him, Pusha T, Pusha-Ton

Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run

Yes I’m holding, whether it’s heat or coke in

In the door panel of my four-wheel motion

Ain’t jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you

It’s money, it’s funny, it’s Comedy Central

Mine’s mental, others is made up stencil

When I’m on vacation, my babies ride in a rental

I’m livid, they act as if I don’t live it

Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can’t sniff it

Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda

You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa