Cake Songtext
von Warlocks
Cake Songtext
Haters don′t debate us, they hate us 'cause we′re the greatest
If it's hot they know we made it, so
They're bitching like a bunch of babies
Got dues paid, dated back to the 80′s
Got a crew crazier than a pack of pitbull rapists
Got looks for the ladies, got hooks for the labels
Still my peeps have to be crooks to put food on the table
So we make the tables turn by taking turns on the turntables
Return a couple of favors and strangle some people with mic cables
And the fable goes on
It′s a never ending story where the sunny days never reach dawn
It's the late 90′s, hustlers
With little kids persisting to get a kiss
We're playing chicks, we out drinking, getting pissed
On whatever we got, whether it′s hot, knocking fits
Friends together with Pac, DJ Benny, Skinny, Big Nol
Childish adults, pack of runners taking massive assault
Lil' Kam on backpack, you′re packing bags with bats
We'll snap on a motherfucker 'cause my dad was like that
Blast and roll up to the party, slip, sinking a rack
Now after five years man, we′re on the same fucking track
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
Rhyme is tight, time is right
Hyped on the wildest night, Linus and spiked punches
Line up for childish fights, style is nice
Ali′s behind the mic, now we all wilding out
Now we all mind is right
Now we on drinks of the grimy types
Nights turn long like what the blink of an eye is like
My high is like tired, now try us, I might
Keep away for some hours, I'm wired, I′m out
Yo, you're not even surprised, neither am I
Me and Kaz like lyrical marksmen, not easy to find
We′re not here to tell you what to do but listen or not
We're just here because of you and Gliss have forgot
Why we got so many pissed off rappers
Pissed off this, pissed off that, shit just happens
Crazy world we′re living in, next thing you know
People think that phone sex is having sex with the phone
I started so when hell's time's up, get used to
It ain′t love, it ain′t live, it's just loser
You confused huh? Better get it right
You didn′t, you did it, admit it, you're hearing me, aight?
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
If it's hot they know we made it, so
They're bitching like a bunch of babies
Got dues paid, dated back to the 80′s
Got a crew crazier than a pack of pitbull rapists
Got looks for the ladies, got hooks for the labels
Still my peeps have to be crooks to put food on the table
So we make the tables turn by taking turns on the turntables
Return a couple of favors and strangle some people with mic cables
And the fable goes on
It′s a never ending story where the sunny days never reach dawn
It's the late 90′s, hustlers
With little kids persisting to get a kiss
We're playing chicks, we out drinking, getting pissed
On whatever we got, whether it′s hot, knocking fits
Friends together with Pac, DJ Benny, Skinny, Big Nol
Childish adults, pack of runners taking massive assault
Lil' Kam on backpack, you′re packing bags with bats
We'll snap on a motherfucker 'cause my dad was like that
Blast and roll up to the party, slip, sinking a rack
Now after five years man, we′re on the same fucking track
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
Rhyme is tight, time is right
Hyped on the wildest night, Linus and spiked punches
Line up for childish fights, style is nice
Ali′s behind the mic, now we all wilding out
Now we all mind is right
Now we on drinks of the grimy types
Nights turn long like what the blink of an eye is like
My high is like tired, now try us, I might
Keep away for some hours, I'm wired, I′m out
Yo, you're not even surprised, neither am I
Me and Kaz like lyrical marksmen, not easy to find
We′re not here to tell you what to do but listen or not
We're just here because of you and Gliss have forgot
Why we got so many pissed off rappers
Pissed off this, pissed off that, shit just happens
Crazy world we′re living in, next thing you know
People think that phone sex is having sex with the phone
I started so when hell's time's up, get used to
It ain′t love, it ain′t live, it's just loser
You confused huh? Better get it right
You didn′t, you did it, admit it, you're hearing me, aight?
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
It goes on
They got cake, we want cake, now we taking it
It goes on
Go ahead, have a piece, see what you make of it
Writer(s): Matthew Raymond Burnett, Anthony George Palman, Noel C. Fisher, James Christopher Eliot, Robert F. Diggs, Gary E. Grice, Elena Jane Goulding, Brian Soko, Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Andre Eric Proctor, Isaac Hayes, Jordan Dc Evans, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Clifford Smith, Aubrey Drake Graham, Russell T. Jones, Jason S. Hunter, David Porter, Dennis David Coles, Lamont Hawkins, Corey Woods, Shawn C. Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
