Marinatin' Lyrics - Soul On Ice: Limited - Ras Kass

Hook: 

We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches 

(But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches 

Ain't no set trippin', actin' I'll and don't steal, for real 

(You got's to chill) 

Verse 1: 

I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door 

But why they at my door for? 

Oh! My peep's they got a half gallon, smilin' 

My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it down 

But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Remy Martin 

Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today 

Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts 

My squad flex like Lee Haney, so it's best I keeps myself on house arrest 

Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet 

Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls waiting 

I'm marinatin' 

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Hook 

Dialed up some micehead to see what's crackin' tonight 

She said she just broke up with her man 

And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas 

Acapells, I game like Lou Panella made sure to tell her 

Don't bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed 

And then you can show me how to do the pepper seed 

Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, loungin' 

Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes 

Craps and Celo on the patio for more chips than Bingo 

Chips like the MGM casino 

Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it's popping 

Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's cockblocking 

And knocking while I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go 

I want some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo 

(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason for 

Celebratin 

So we mariniatin' 

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Hook (x2) 

I get around like Dolby Pro Logic, 

But running them streets too much get fools hated 

Incarcerated, or terminated 

At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 lubricated 

Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing 

Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers 

The phone rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?" 

Nothing, just chillin' like bruh-man on Martin do 

See only when I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring 

Do I get causght telling lies like Mark Furhaman 

So I'll call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the 

XO 

The T.U.'s is down for whatever 

Let's run more trains than the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two 

I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through 

So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul probably might 

And everybody asking what's up for tomorrow night 

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