Wolves Lyrics - Coasts - Coasts

The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy 

Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma 

But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog 

Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa 

Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass? 

I wet the Ave. when I set my path 

The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last 

Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast 

Earn my respect, my checks they better cash 

Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass 

Knuckles is brass, start snuffin' you fast 

Jumpin' outta cabs, grabbin' money bags 

Next shot go right through your hovercraft 

You do the math my answer tongue slash 

When will you learn it's return of Shaft 

The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft 

My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr 

The apple martini, of course it's stirred 

I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber 

Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama 

The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy 

Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma 

But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog 

Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa 

Damn, deficatin' on the map 

Wu-Tang takin' it back, no fakin' in the rap 

How real is that, you niggaz hatin' on the fact 

That the kid is blazin' this track and hatin' on 'em back 

My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack 

Duckin' po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac 

To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack 

In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back, yeah 

So, it's all grillin', how the fuck y'all feelin'? 

Non-stop park killin', on the block we was killin' 'em 

The arch villains, when the blood start spillin' 

Any stuck start squealin', body bags we was fillin' 'em 

Yeah, now I got it in the smash 

A ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash 

Me and my comrades followin' the cash 

And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last 

The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy 

Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma 

But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog 

Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa 

I'm like the savior dog to ya baby 

When you're lost out in the snow 

Like a coyote out on the desert 

Where the foxes never go and the wolf, they never go 

Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it 

Or would you take it for somethin' else and get to' the fuck up? 

Men come together for the common cause 

To beat yo' ass just because 

There's a line you don't cross offendin' the boss 

While of course his one selectin' through your head shot 

I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin' 

15 sets of this will have you swollen 

Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin' right 

I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke" 

I write when the energy's right to spark friction 

DJ cuttin' it, spinnin' it back mixin' 

Great pop knock tickin', poetry description 

For the motion picture reenactment 

Activate a higher assassin, keep it classic 

Rap evolution every black, yo pass that 

The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy 

Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma 

But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog 

Unlike the wolf who made a widower of grandpa 

I'm like the savior dog to ya baby 

When you're lost out in the snow 

Like a coyote out on the desert 

Where the foxes never go and the wolf, they never go