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Artist: Kool G. Rap, RZA (Bobby Digital)
Album:  Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai O.S.T.
Song:   Cakes

[RZA]
Yeah...
Shake your funky ass bitch!
Y'right? Yo

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, we defy the capes to rise to stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jakes
Up in the skyscaper, up top of the world
Back is up against the wall
Gun brawl, kid I end it for all
(Shake that cake bitch!)
This blood'll stop the dough from flowin
Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin
Pop the c-lock, rowin
Taste the swine, glock is showin
Who not knowin, get ya knot blown in

[RZA]
Yo, yo...
Bob Digital and Kool G. Rap, we set the booby trap
African wiz with the gat inside her jewelery wrap
Deralict mind crabs, you rappin for Scooby snacks
Foul tongue bitch, you bound to lick my booty crack
Verbal pelets spray tech sounds mixed with Amex
Heavy slap a mouse eardrum son to break necks
You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up
Who the fuck paid your rank up? I blow your tank up
Pop the lock on a cop handcuff, puff a dutch of dust
Bust, then jump up to snuff out the judge
Fuck a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox
Cherry bone birds stash glock in the nail shop
On the strip, took a sip, twist the hill top
The God jewels son, feel like a third rail shock
The gold cross bone, durag, universal flag
Blast as the turbo charge, and purple herbal drag
Known for the W, carry a double two in the shoe
Iron sub rubber noose in the bubble goose
Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil
Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil

Shaolin Gods we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes
Uptown Pilon dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, they know to take cakes

[Kool G. Rap]
Eh yo...
We have the Wu-Tang, we let tubes bang
That's how we do thangs, that's how we move thangs
Shoes, paint for two in the brain
Keep the ice in the Range
Me and the RZ' click with two of them dames
Got my dick blue in the Range
My nigga keep it true to the game
And ain't no tellin what I do to you lames
If my move change, choose to aim
Do and you dudes the same
Go against grain and lose your fame
True claim like in the thug game
But life is real, lead come out of pipes of steel
Rob, kill or heist of mills
Spill as I let out to slice ya grill
Nigga don't think twice to peal
Dopest shop, to dice the grill
Send the chicks out
Bust crib route to the brickhouse
Steppin on new terrain, bring the click out
The streets don't wanna see you read, let a clip out
These niggas slip out, make they blood drop out

Yo, we defy the capes to rise to stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jakes
Up in the skyscaper, up top of the world
Back is up against the wall
Gun brawl, kid I end it for all
This blood'll stop the dough from flowin
Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin
Pop the c-lock, rowin
Taste the swine, glock is showin
Who not knowin, get ya knot blown in

[RZA]
We said Uptown Pilon dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes
Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes
Shaolin Gods, we known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilon dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin Gods, we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin Gods, we known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilon dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina son is bound to take cakes

[instrumental for the next 2:10]

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