Casablanca Lyrics - Singles - Raekwon The Chef

[Conversation]: 

Stop touching the fucking door man 

You so fucking paranoid man 

What's the matter wit' you man? 

It's like a nigga could write for hours 

And get real theatrical wit' this, 

Understand? 

Tellin' you kid, 

I got stripes when it comes to this right here, 

Y'all know my repertoire 

It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous 

And they ain't your regular average cats 

Here we go.. 

Verse 1: 

Aiyyo, 

It's all elegance 

He spoke third power style high intelligence 

A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch 

3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates 

I mean creaming, 

Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes 

Fiends beaming, steaming 

Associated wit' names and demons 

All apparant reasons 

We live here the gate blew in a year 

Sorta like time share where crime 

Sport it like I shine yeah, 

Rainbow dough was the emmo 

So many flavours yo, 

Buy your neighbour off underwater vault 

Then I met him, Colombian name Flako 

Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco 

Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up 

Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up 

Had a black wiz spoke German 

Higher learning burning 

Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet 

Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge 

Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south 

Paramedics rocked her, 

Said she had connections out Anartica 

Barrels of juices from Florida 

Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin 

Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead 

Wise guys fell for her ambiance 

Pull it together, black renassaince 

Queen Elizabeth aunt 

Crazy swift Cristal murderer 

Guzzle the shit like she dying kid 

Showing off her diamond 

Flashbacks now it's me and him again 

Last word I caught 

'Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin' 

That's federalo music 

I caught the glimpse from the bitch 

When she winched yeah Santa a grinch 

She blinked twitched her nose then froze 

Check your Rolls by the blow 

It's time to roll nigga let's go 

I thought about it 

Broke the money down 

What's the total count it, 

No count it over in the mix 

Day going slower, 

Nope not time to motor 

He estimated over me not being a crook 

Count it over 

Yo only on the strength of my man 

We ain't hit him wid the strong hand 

Gun him down leave him out in flatlands 

He backhand smacked her 

Threw her on the table jacked her 

I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after 

Police knocked on the door 

Looked out the window of my room 

As your, nigga yeah that's yours 

He opened up the door this nigga wildin' 

His bitch is in shock 

Start smiling and speaking on Valen 

Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich 

Immobilize the game get your name right 

Envelope came hype 

Regards from the mayor you hype 

Fuck right, lets fuck this money up 

And get large and blow outta sight 

Wise niggas wake up 

Dead niggas lose 

Who you gon' choose 

Me or him 

You a fool 

Pay attention 

Fuck around meet the tension 

See you in the next dimension 

Y'all niggas didn't listen 

(Repeat x3)