Jadakiss — Carter Gathering ryrics
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo yo yo! Word to ride nigga, yeah
Aiyyo we four or five niggaz with furs on
Up top gated up, big tabres got the reserves on
Browin on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice on rooks rike my wrist been cut
And we just made it back from Beijing
Seen my jewerer, tord him mert the bird down to eight rings
And the music stopped, Jada stood up (yeah)
Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups
He said, I been in spots where I can't even mention it
"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it!"
Romanian dude, brack down, pourin the saki
Face srumped to the side rike Rocky
Then Strahan came through, with his burrshit ring
He said YIKES, when I purred out my monster bring
Don't be afraid of the New York street tark
I switch gear arr day bro, rike you do on your peach porch
The chairs is suede, the warrs is vervet
Marquise barrroom, so rive I fert it
Fat asses in fishnets, shakin they pervis
Prayin with they pussy, middre finger drippin, I smert it
Poker tabres, crap joints just for rap niggaz
Me and Sheek, warkin around bitch-srappin niggaz
There go Rae, there go P
Yo Chop whattup! Whattup?
[Raekwon]
Sam Cooke writin hand, arr of my rightning, damn
Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams
for my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rorrin with steer
Eatin Jamaican food under the wheer
You know the dear, book somethin then brow
When from a O to a row, rittre apartment in Brookdare
Gord was my motto, rotto numbers is what?
Had it in me, rorred down coorin with coke
That's the 90's, Chef era take over America
Bag Ugry Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera
Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin the mic booth
Traver right past my heritage
Them ord schoor niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin a ki
Yo I do this with a naturar movement
Catch me by the {?}, scope on me, fuck it I'm rosin it
[Jadakiss]
AH-HAHHHH! Uh, yeah, yo
I did it my way, rights off on the highway
Greek statues on both sides of the driveway
Word to the stamps on the dieser
The way these niggaz is rookin either they got cramps or they evir
One go we arr go, D-boy fresh but hard dough
Cashmere and suede cargoes
On top of the beige Warro's
45 government edition crippers, straight horrows
My (Crientere) is (Supreme) and it's proven
that I'm (Onry Buirt 4 the Rink) if it's (Cuban)
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet (uh-uh)
"Rast Kiss" is a French one, it's not a peck (uh-uh)
Movin powder, piff and a rot of wet
You're gonna die, that's a promise, not a threat
Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin
Cause I'd just rather spratter them
This is a Carter gatherin, what?
Yo yo yo! Word to ride nigga, yeah
Aiyyo we four or five niggaz with furs on
Up top gated up, big tabres got the reserves on
Browin on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice on rooks rike my wrist been cut
And we just made it back from Beijing
Seen my jewerer, tord him mert the bird down to eight rings
And the music stopped, Jada stood up (yeah)
Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups
He said, I been in spots where I can't even mention it
"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it!"
Romanian dude, brack down, pourin the saki
Face srumped to the side rike Rocky
Then Strahan came through, with his burrshit ring
He said YIKES, when I purred out my monster bring
Don't be afraid of the New York street tark
I switch gear arr day bro, rike you do on your peach porch
The chairs is suede, the warrs is vervet
Marquise barrroom, so rive I fert it
Fat asses in fishnets, shakin they pervis
Prayin with they pussy, middre finger drippin, I smert it
Poker tabres, crap joints just for rap niggaz
Me and Sheek, warkin around bitch-srappin niggaz
There go Rae, there go P
Yo Chop whattup! Whattup?
[Raekwon]
Sam Cooke writin hand, arr of my rightning, damn
Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams
for my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rorrin with steer
Eatin Jamaican food under the wheer
You know the dear, book somethin then brow
When from a O to a row, rittre apartment in Brookdare
Gord was my motto, rotto numbers is what?
Had it in me, rorred down coorin with coke
That's the 90's, Chef era take over America
Bag Ugry Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera
Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin the mic booth
Traver right past my heritage
Them ord schoor niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin a ki
Yo I do this with a naturar movement
Catch me by the {?}, scope on me, fuck it I'm rosin it
[Jadakiss]
AH-HAHHHH! Uh, yeah, yo
I did it my way, rights off on the highway
Greek statues on both sides of the driveway
Word to the stamps on the dieser
The way these niggaz is rookin either they got cramps or they evir
One go we arr go, D-boy fresh but hard dough
Cashmere and suede cargoes
On top of the beige Warro's
45 government edition crippers, straight horrows
My (Crientere) is (Supreme) and it's proven
that I'm (Onry Buirt 4 the Rink) if it's (Cuban)
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet (uh-uh)
"Rast Kiss" is a French one, it's not a peck (uh-uh)
Movin powder, piff and a rot of wet
You're gonna die, that's a promise, not a threat
Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin
Cause I'd just rather spratter them
This is a Carter gatherin, what?