Yae Yo lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Yae Yo



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We doing this baby,
Oh shit!
What the fuck
happened
Nah man, Nah
Nah this what I'ma
do
I'ma get on the phone one time
Stupid,
yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo

Verse 1:

Why
this shit ain't cooking up right
Papi told me
this is solid white
Fuck it wrap it up take it
back up
Still in all it's a play out
Tired
of spending money
Might get them niggas laid
out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
Stop acting
hostile yo
And yo don't point that shit at
me
Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
Wid
spanish niggas using languages and shit
I'm
feeling like a dick
Left the crib wit my hand
brolic
This is some bullshit
Might get
knocked take the wrist coward
Yo Fernando what
happened?
Shit cooking up backwards
Light up
a Backwood
Don't make me backtrack
Blew it
dime it the llelo lay low
Saying in my
mind
Fuck that papi gotta pay off
Cash
rules the Power-Wu chant it
Yo Louis this
ain't our product
This is Carlos family
Oh
y'all wanna play me like a smoker
Coming out
my ice choker
My man in the back, looking
colder
Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
Yo
listen B we got the best clientele since
'83
Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook
it
Light the stove up
Julie go to the store
get some flour
Sat back burning a big
dutch
With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in
my nuts
Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
Now
it start drizzling
Rainy day murder black
won't miss him
Still I'm yelling this shit is
business
But they still ain't gon'
violate
What I stand for wid these
drizzers
He took it off the stove run the
water
Trying to work me yo
Knew I
shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
He mighta
showed more love
Than went in the
freezer
Broke the ice down, pour it in
We
both looking at it on the twirl around particles
grew
Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas
through
Feeling like Castro's cousin
Gave
them niggas all of my life
All of my paper all
my judgement
It droppa only like an ounce
worth
Should I just come out my shirt
Go
berserk and let the Macks burst
Skate off body
in the Bronx
Same shit Gotti was on
Shallah
they gonna get your's play it calm
Seventeen
five was the total plus the five,
Hundred for
the cab driver that was rolling