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Raekwon - Текст песни Pa-Blow Escablow
[Incomprehensible]
 Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
 A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
 Money was long and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
 Picture me up in the housing, serving much crack
 Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
 For real, I shot niggas, shakin' their hands
 I'm ill, damn, one of those business man's
 I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time
 That's fam
 (Oh shit)
 Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
 A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
 Money was long and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
 Picture me up in the housing, serving much crack
 Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
 For real, I shot niggas, shakin' their hands
 I'm ill, damn, one of those business man's
 I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time
 That's fam
 One of those Columbian's who got money
 One of those niggas might try to get up on me
 Yo, damn, I need to eat and I'm a man
 I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan
 Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me
 One helicopter had the super bungalow with the van
 All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me
 Woody gave sixty eight other black mans
 Now, if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta
 None of this shit would've never happened
 Now the DEA was on his ass
 Slick saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin'
 Handsome big niggas around himRaekwon - Pa-Blow Escablow - http://ru.motolyrics.com/raekwon/pa-blow-escablow-lyrics.html
 Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam
 Most them niggas fastin'
 'Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass
 Had made backs, eight labs, his date was miss
 Massachusetts, cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass
 You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it
 Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird
 Word to furs, I need big wiz
 He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, chef go after big bitches"
 Frozen burner henchman, flash the great lookin' nine on me
 Rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones
 Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin'
 I'm in shock, starin' it down
Now, here's where this shit gets crazy
 The killas increase, he fell, but maybe a little bit
 The Mediene Cartel would fail, Diego his horse, with George Young
 Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah
 Call them niggas drug barons
 Eighty billion workers sniff, gettin' lift ownin' Miami
 Yo, flips got bigger, makin' more trails
 Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal
 Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved
 The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders
 Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca
 Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him
 The fuckin' cockroaches posin' the on six million dollars sofa
 We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta
 Yeah we was drippin' it with more salsa
 And then they rushed in, found him on the roof
 Dead in his boxers, but it wasn't him
Story to be continued, mothafucka


















