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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