Yae Yo Lyrics by Raekwon

Yae Yo Lyrics

    We doing this baby,
    Oh shit!
    What the fuck happened
    Nah man, nah
    Nah this what i'ma do
    I'ma get on the phone one time
    Stupid, yo, aiyyo
    Aiyyo

    Verse 1:

    Why this shit ain't cooking up right
    Papi told me this is solid white
    Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
    Still in all it's a play out
    Tired of spending money
    Might get them niggas laid out
    Yo, yo fernando sent me yo
    Stop acting hostile yo
    And yo don't point that shit at me
    Bad enough i gotta come in the crib
    Wid spanish niggas using languages and shit
    I'm feeling like a dick
    Left the crib wit my hand brolic
    This is some bullshit
    Might get knocked take the wrist coward
    Yo fernando what happened?
    Shit cooking up backwards
    Light up a backwood
    Don't make me backtrack
    Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
    Saying in my mind
    Fuck that papi gotta pay off
    Cash rules the power-wu chant it
    Yo louis this ain't our product
    This is carlos family
    Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
    Coming out my ice choker
    My man in the back, looking colder
    Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
    Yo listen b we got the best clientele since '83
    Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
    Light the stove up
    Julie go to the store get some flour
    Sat back burning a big dutch
    With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts
    Poured it in the pyrex sizzling
    Now it start drizzling
    Rainy day murder black won't miss him
    Still i'm yelling this shit is business
    But they still ain't gon' violate
    What i stand for wid these drizzers
    He took it off the stove run the water
    Trying to work me yo
    Knew i shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
    He mighta showed more love
    Than went in the freezer
    Broke the ice down, pour it in
    We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
    Fly khaluas is mad sliding coronas through
    Feeling like castro's cousin
    Gave them niggas all of my life
    All of my paper all my judgement
    It droppa only like an ounce worth
    Should i just come out my shirt
    Go berserk and let the macks burst
    Skate off body in the bronx
    Same shit gotti was on
    Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm
    Seventeen five was the total plus the five,
    Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling

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