Comedy Central Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 

(Verse 1 - Malice) 

Say dog, let's not get involved 

You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo 

Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids 

Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs 

And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose 

They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news 

Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game 

I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name 

I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke 

I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke 

And we got word in the street that the cops watch us 

But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious 

I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' 

Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' 

Tonight friend, until we meet again 

But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh 

I never front, like I'm something I'm not 

Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not 

Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that 

And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap 

Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) 

Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much 

They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much 

And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on 

(Verse 3 - Fabolous) 

They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please 

I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease 

This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you 

If you ain't in the itinerary 

I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry 

Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry 

Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts 

E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts 

I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac 

In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back 

The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches 

Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches 

I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo' 

That have under covers and po', with cover and slow 

The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough 

Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow 

(Verse 3 - Pusha T) 

Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain 

I turn over caine, over and over again 

Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today 

Be back the next day, still up in the same way 

As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim 

I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya 

Now bless ya, and of to my next venture 

Blocks so white, June look like December 

Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere 

So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere 

Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton 

Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) 

Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in 

In the door panel of my four-wheel motion 

Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you 

It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central 

Minds mental, others is made up stinsel 

When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental 

I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it 

Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it 

Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda 

You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa 

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 

(Skit at end of the song begins)