Tiger Style Crane Songtext
von Redman
Tiger Style Crane Songtext
Yeah, ow!
Turn me up some more, Just
Turn the music up some more
Gilla House
We gon′ get it in
Yo, crack the Remy Martin, for niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me parkin′
I think big like Diddy office
I'll fuck a ho with a baseball cap on like Mr. Marcus
Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson
The survey said I'm hidin′ right in your apartment
It′s Brick City, right beside New York
Yeah, the streets is watchin', even mimes wanna talk
I′ll run up on a DJ, smack him on camera
Makin' sure I get my whites on like Daniel-san
Feel my genuine draft, not Miller
I could walk up in a church and start a mosh pit up
Yeah, I bring the pain, eleventh member of the Wu-Tang
My flow tiger-style crane
I′m back, nigga, ridin' that gravy train
The rap criminal, my artifact′s hard to tame
Bitch wanna complain, no use of barkin'
'Cause we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and Martin
Get smoked like a carton of Newports, nigga
On my New Jersey shit in New York, nigga
Yeah, Gilla House
Gilla House in the motherfuckin′ building, y′all
Been a long time since the East Coast had this motherfucker reign
Yeah, yeah, let's get it, nigga
Yo, check the nigga flow
I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch, leave a nigga broke
And Jigga know when I clutch the pen, it′s fuck them hens
I'm puttin′ paragraphs in a figure-four
Fuck tryna take a pack of protein
'Cause when I brawl, I′ma stay strapped like Bokeem
Blow smoke rings in the meetin'
If I ain't gettin′ half of what I sell, you ain′t eatin' neither
A leader won′t take no shorts, I know better
It's D-O-C M-P-V for Vendetta
I′m always on point, never skip or slip
My bitch stay tryna kill me like Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out
I bust through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner
My dogs do it on camera
And to them, I'm Big Brother Almighty from Gamma Phi Gamma
I roll like a rider should
And when a chick blow Doc, she be famous like Monica
Hardcore in the blood, get the best in line
Put the iron to your watch since I′m pressed for time, nigga
Yeah, Gilla House, niggas
You already know what it motherfuckin' is
Gilla House
Scooby Doo, what's happenin′, nigga?
Gilla House
Ayy, Chris, you already know what′s happenin', nigga
Gilla House
Turn me up some more, Just
Turn the music up some more
Gilla House
We gon′ get it in
Yo, crack the Remy Martin, for niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me parkin′
I think big like Diddy office
I'll fuck a ho with a baseball cap on like Mr. Marcus
Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson
The survey said I'm hidin′ right in your apartment
It′s Brick City, right beside New York
Yeah, the streets is watchin', even mimes wanna talk
I′ll run up on a DJ, smack him on camera
Makin' sure I get my whites on like Daniel-san
Feel my genuine draft, not Miller
I could walk up in a church and start a mosh pit up
Yeah, I bring the pain, eleventh member of the Wu-Tang
My flow tiger-style crane
I′m back, nigga, ridin' that gravy train
The rap criminal, my artifact′s hard to tame
Bitch wanna complain, no use of barkin'
'Cause we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and Martin
Get smoked like a carton of Newports, nigga
On my New Jersey shit in New York, nigga
Yeah, Gilla House
Gilla House in the motherfuckin′ building, y′all
Been a long time since the East Coast had this motherfucker reign
Yeah, yeah, let's get it, nigga
Yo, check the nigga flow
I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch, leave a nigga broke
And Jigga know when I clutch the pen, it′s fuck them hens
I'm puttin′ paragraphs in a figure-four
Fuck tryna take a pack of protein
'Cause when I brawl, I′ma stay strapped like Bokeem
Blow smoke rings in the meetin'
If I ain't gettin′ half of what I sell, you ain′t eatin' neither
A leader won′t take no shorts, I know better
It's D-O-C M-P-V for Vendetta
I′m always on point, never skip or slip
My bitch stay tryna kill me like Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out
I bust through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner
My dogs do it on camera
And to them, I'm Big Brother Almighty from Gamma Phi Gamma
I roll like a rider should
And when a chick blow Doc, she be famous like Monica
Hardcore in the blood, get the best in line
Put the iron to your watch since I′m pressed for time, nigga
Yeah, Gilla House, niggas
You already know what it motherfuckin' is
Gilla House
Scooby Doo, what's happenin′, nigga?
Gilla House
Ayy, Chris, you already know what′s happenin', nigga
Gilla House
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