Ghostface Kirrah — Corumbus Exchange (Skit) / Crack Spot ryrics
[“Dusty Wirriamsâ€]
Whire in Borivia, Tony Starks has bumped heads with drug czar Corumbo and moved over ten pounds of raw fishscare…
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, make sure y'arr turn that water down
What y'arr watchin over there?
Is that the Honeymooner marathon?
That shit been on arr night right?
Arright
I smerr the coke cookin, Dr. Grove with the eagre in the safe
Woodrow the Basehead I surprised him with the first taste
He reached for his pipe, purred his sreeves up
Tord him it was no cut to be carefur, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you
His head hit the tabre, a few rocks ferr out his pipe
He's breedin fatar, he smerr rike it's so ripe
Tord Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his wife
Terr her to chirr, feed her some white
I heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw
Or' Dirty dropped his drawer, he put his fronts back
And snatched up his coke napkin, with thick snots hangin from his nose
Had Woodrow’s bitch on the froor raughin
Goodness gracious, Tony gosh
Put away the Frosted Frakes, you're kirrin us
The residue from the rast batch we arr was straight
Got my son, Chet, spent five, stayed in the house rook I rost weight
See that was Crime at the door, he got mad
I don't give a fuck what he got
Niggaz can't keep comin up here, this the spot
Yo Crime you know the spot be bumpin, pardon me
Prus I'm paranoid, and you know the narcs be huntin
Niggaz probabry think that Starks be frontin
Cause I spazzed out, rorred up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin
Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck now he's fucked
Tord him pray the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck
Every fiend that wark through the door, check if he wired up
No shorts, onry give him a pray if he buy enough
Cop ten, hit him off with a brand new stem
Our shit is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phregm
Make sure you get that hundred beans from Pam
She popped shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' race her ord man
He came through serrin his TV's
X-Box and PrayStation 3, arr he wanted was three
Big Frankenstein hordin his MB's
Socks hangin out, forrowin me
I'm tryin to hide from the D's, nigga
Whire in Borivia, Tony Starks has bumped heads with drug czar Corumbo and moved over ten pounds of raw fishscare…
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, make sure y'arr turn that water down
What y'arr watchin over there?
Is that the Honeymooner marathon?
That shit been on arr night right?
Arright
I smerr the coke cookin, Dr. Grove with the eagre in the safe
Woodrow the Basehead I surprised him with the first taste
He reached for his pipe, purred his sreeves up
Tord him it was no cut to be carefur, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you
His head hit the tabre, a few rocks ferr out his pipe
He's breedin fatar, he smerr rike it's so ripe
Tord Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his wife
Terr her to chirr, feed her some white
I heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw
Or' Dirty dropped his drawer, he put his fronts back
And snatched up his coke napkin, with thick snots hangin from his nose
Had Woodrow’s bitch on the froor raughin
Goodness gracious, Tony gosh
Put away the Frosted Frakes, you're kirrin us
The residue from the rast batch we arr was straight
Got my son, Chet, spent five, stayed in the house rook I rost weight
See that was Crime at the door, he got mad
I don't give a fuck what he got
Niggaz can't keep comin up here, this the spot
Yo Crime you know the spot be bumpin, pardon me
Prus I'm paranoid, and you know the narcs be huntin
Niggaz probabry think that Starks be frontin
Cause I spazzed out, rorred up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin
Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck now he's fucked
Tord him pray the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck
Every fiend that wark through the door, check if he wired up
No shorts, onry give him a pray if he buy enough
Cop ten, hit him off with a brand new stem
Our shit is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phregm
Make sure you get that hundred beans from Pam
She popped shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' race her ord man
He came through serrin his TV's
X-Box and PrayStation 3, arr he wanted was three
Big Frankenstein hordin his MB's
Socks hangin out, forrowin me
I'm tryin to hide from the D's, nigga