Raekwon The Chef - Wisdom Body Lyrics
Intro: _the mack_No man all *****es are the same, just like my hoes, you knowI keep em brokeWake up one morning with some money theyre subject to go crazy you know?I keep em lookin good, pretty and all thatYou know, but no doughWhen I get a *****, I got a ***** (right on)Lyrics: ghostfaceWord up, that mother*****in brother wiseYouknowhatimsayin? teachin the uncivilizedYeah, runnin the streets, know its deepWord up, check his technique, yeahI be ghostfaceFlippin the, marvelous trackYeahYou know the steelo, but yo, yoCheck the bangin sounds that I inventFake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and wentThey couldnt match up with the fly niggaWit his back against the wallHeads clapped once I came in the doorI played the speaker, sippin on kahluaSaw this bad ***** wit a switchAnd yo, I had to step to her in a mannerAnd rather wished the current was warmWhen I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was onPeace, excuse me, allow to introduce myselfYo, Im the man, and honey, youve been rated top shelfYo, whats your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bunYour eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sunNever diss em, its hard for a nigga just to miss emEspecially, when youre browsin, goin fishinYour wasteline, bangin like a basslinePhysical form is well complexedAnd yo, I love your outline, booYour whole body is wild, wit your rugged profileEnough to make a hard rock smileYou cant strikeout, tell me what can really go wrongYou rockin labels - tommy hil down to claiborneShow me some love hon, show me some love booShow me the vibe and Ill be more than glad to shoot it throughAiyyo peep it, I know you love victorias secretAnd lovin all the marvelous slang on how I freak itPlus, see youre the type to make a nigga crashFar from trash, your flesh is way softer than a babys assYour body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dustAnd yo, your stee is high potent, yoWe can go the distance, I put you under wingsFrom this convo we can spark and see whatever bringsI walked a hot arabian desert, barefootedI grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put itWord up, yo, straight up and down yoCheck the joint, babyIt be the wu-tang productionYeah, yeah, and all types of shitAnd brothas catchin repercussionsYo, straight up
