Casablanca lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Casablanca



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[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)