Rainy Dayz (dalvin Remix) Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

(Blue Raspberry) These rainy days... 

(Raekwon) Doin this for nineteen ninety-six 

Revolution is a trick, be aware 

Verse One: Raekwon 

Yo, yo, yo 

I run with rich rap cats who run corners 

They run through alleys, navy blue Bally's at the grand finale 

Still in all, currency catches the eye of the youth 

on top, playin on three corners of the roof 

So we accept that, jettin at nights 

don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack how will I eat black 

And brothers, flexin labels like cables 

White Sables, pressin up, tryin to make a debut 

Hard times, when the God rhyme, I maim the minds 

because he playin mines close 

We ain't related 'cause he raided mine 

They see me lampin up in 850's 

With 360's, blowin like 160 sellin fifties 

Due to the wicked, dice should never lie 

Now that's a damn lie, provin on standby, man why? 

The game, I mentally tear down the brain 

Half of us'll feel the pain, big boy, let it rain 

I guess my whole team is marvelous 

Street life novelist, let it rain dunn, swallow this 

Word up, so you know 

When I take you there you just add on to this (let it rain dunn, swallow this) 

Chorus: Raekwon (singing) 

You know how to love me 

Makes me feel so good (let it rain let it rain) 

You know how to -- you know how to love me *laughter* 

Makes me feel so good -- Flex my voices right, it's on knowhatI'msayin? 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef 

Guess down, the crazy new appar' just for the new year 

Wavy hair plus, we get much 'cause we on the air 

Cristal whylin my medallion, stylin it's like city island 

Relax kid, while shorty profilin 

Until then, we got to bend with the wind 

Plus build again, writin my friends sendin em linen tims 

I'm tired of robberies, pornography 

Throw a pair, Wally's on poach for live nigga pho-tography 

Chorus: Raekwon (singin) 

You know how to love me 

Makes me feel so good 

Verse Three: Ghostface Killer 

Yo, yo 

Check out the handshake fake niggaz rockin the toupee 

Frontin on me and Chef, yo it's dog day 

Afternoon I'm blowin up your weak platoon 

Leave you helpless, screamin from all types of wounds 

I be the expert, blowin like a firework 

Covertin concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert 

'cause I write, and blast and slash your whole level 

I'm holy God I be challengin pros for gold medals 

Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather 

On Friday's, get your fresh pay, from a better 

represent, my lifestyle is in like Flynn 

Mili-tinted God shit is very masculine 

Mad tuff, Razor bust stuff with nuff said 

Ex-dust said, now puttin heads to bed 

Call me a legend, flexin with the style of old 

Carryin loads of loot, mad rich buryin gold 

Sabotage, thoughts of livin large any day now 

The land to satisfy the whole garage 

Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel 

Born to be, sellin like Marvel Comic books for my survival 

Beware, I'm hittin like a snare from the Delphonics 

Crushin niggaz I be blowin like egg-onomics 

Washed up, you're fuckin with a daily error 

No fat, niggaz be jettin when they face terror 

Check it out y'all, all the fly chicks, yeahhh 

Check it out yo, all the fly chicks, you know I dig your back out 

Word up word up but check it out it's still china 

Word up, one time y'all 

(New York, New York that's the temple, knowhatI'msayin?) 

(Georgia) Carolinas, Mexica 

Mexico, Canada, word up 

Baltimore, BA, plus Philly and Boston 

Mississippi, and Chicago, no doubt no doubt 

Word up, Michigan Michigan