Cakes Lyrics - Singles - Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

Yeah 

Shake your funky ass, bitch 

Yaknowmean 

Yo 

Yo, we divide cakes to rise the stakes 

Me and my apes die for papes, bust heat and hide from jake 

Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world 

Back yourself against the wall, gun brawl, kid, I end it for all y'all 

(Shake that cake bitch) 

Son'll stop the dough from flowin' 

Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin' 

Pop the C-lock, rollin' waistline and glock is showin' 

We keep it thugged out, who not knowin' get your knot blown' in 

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Yo yo, Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap 

African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap 

Derelict rhyme crabs, you rappin' for a Scooby Snack 

Foul-tongued bitch, you bound to lick my doody crack 

Verbal pellets spray, tec sound makes my amex 

Every slap on my snare drum son could break necks 

You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up 

Who the fuck raise your rank up? 

I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff 

Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge 

Fuck a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox 

It's heavy-bone birds stash glock in the nail shop 

One the strip, took a sip, twist the L top 

The God jewels son sound like a third rail shock 

The gold cross bone, doorag, universal flag 

Blast at the turbo charge and purple herbal drag 

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Known for the W, carry a double-two in the shoe 

Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose 

Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil 

Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil 

Shaolin Gods we known to stack cakes 

Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes 

Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes 

Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes 

Yo, we have the Wu-Tang, we let two's bang 

That's how we do thangs, that's how we move thangs 

Shoes paid wit two in the brain, keep the ice blue in the Range 

Me and the RZ' quick wit two of them dames 

Got my dick blew in the Range, my nigga keep it true to the game 

It ain't no tellin' what I do to you lames 

If my mood change, choose to aim, do you and your dudes the same 

Go against grain and lose a fame 

Who claim life in the thug lane but life is real 

Lead come out of pipes of steel, Rob, kill, or heist for mills 

Spill as I let out and slice your grill 

Nigga don't think twice to peel, just open shop and dice to grill 

Send the six out, bust crib route 

To the brick house, steppin' on new terrain, bring the click out 

The streets don't wanna see you read, let a clip out 

These niggas slip out, make they blood drip out 

Yo we divide the cakes to rise the stakes 

Me and my apes die for papes, bust heat and hide from jake 

Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world 

Back is up against the wall, gun brawl, kid, I end it for all y'all 

The flood'll stop the dough from flowin' 

Spotless rock glowin', shots I'm blowin' 

Pop the C-lock, rollin' waistline, the glock is showin' 

We keep it thugged out, who not knowin' get your knot blown' in 

We said Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes 

Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes 

Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes 

Shaolin Gods, we known to stack cakes 

Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes 

Cold Medina sons is known to take cakes 

Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes 

Shaolin Gods, we known to stack cakes 

Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes 

Shaolin Gods is known to stack cakes 

Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes 

Cold Medina son is bound to take cakes