Something to say lyrics

[Intro]

Word up

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, you know what it is

What up kid

Yo aight look, check it, it's going down

You know how I go

Wu-Tang forever

Parazitii

No question, no question

[Verse 1: Raekwoon The Chef]

Eh yo, get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef

I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk check

You know the status

Big carats, up in the chain

It's obvious, there's no doubt in my rep

I smoke lots of good shit

Yeah son, running the club from here to U.S

Next stop Bucharest

Fly nigga with millions lay in the spot

Where the police never come

'Cuz them niggas is scared to death

Got my little hungry, little A-1's with me

Ready to blow something

Ray come get me

What it is yo ...

Stackin one jackin' like black bums

But got mad money

Throw us a check

I love Fly-Guys languages and niggas who ride high

All over the world my niggas supply pot

Rock fengashiz trying to get denashiz

So when you see us below this payments kid

Can't stop us

Yeah them Staten Island mobsters with axes

Who really get down, and shop Octopuses Sushi

Niggas stay flyin Gucci

If paper's a crime

Then nigga then shoot me

Check it out nigga Fly Killers call us the

Live 5 deadly Venoms who got style

We got to get'em

You know the kidz meany

Regardless of the beat pop-off

We gonna get down

Let's worm Parazitii!

[Hook x2]

Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion

I've got something to say

My words have passion

Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking

Arrest me, arrest me for joking

[Verse 2: Cheloo]

Stop bitching and get ready for the show

My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow

Check the flow!

You know the plan is to see Parazitii on CD at low prices next to Black Eyed Peas

Fuck money, fuck tax fees

We throw shit on everybody from the nineties like this

We are the white boys making noise

We chase ugly bitches with rubber dildos, big dick toys

I'm so fucking funny, what the fuck, I'm vicious

I don't believe in God, oh God, I'm not religious

Now it's time to come down from cloud nine

Where the weather is fucking fine

We can buy happiness with one dime

Only one time so keep in mind:

Life is like running on ice

It's like roll the dice

If you don't like prison, fool, you'd better be nice

I'm sending this message to the shit hole you call home

You invisible cocksucker stand by the phone

Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit

If you feel shitty then you must be full of shit

Here is the message I'm trying to transmit:

[Hook x2]

Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion

I've got something to say

My words have passion

Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking

Arrest me, arrest me for joking

[Verse 3: Ombladon]

My rhymes can make your ears ? , take it as a rape

Make no mistake, this musical state is not fucking fake

You can suck my dick and relocate

For me drinking is a sport – Victory!

Drinking up my money for child support

If my ship is sinking, don't come aboard

And save all your fucking prayers for the Lord

I'm always ready to drink my way through life

As I hold my dick and piss all night

As a new born child I never sucked milk from my mom's tit

'Cuz my dick gets hard - this I have to admit

I'm so sick, but my mind is bright

And I can bang your wife at cityhall in the daylight

People like good news and happy endings

I like fine bitches on their knees, I'm standing

All women are bitches except my lady back home

And of course your bitch if you don't listen to this alone

[Hook x2]

Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion

I've got something to say

My words have passion

Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking

Arrest me, arrest me for joking

[Outro]

Listen up, here we go

Raekwon,Parazitii

I feel the hip-hop classic BPM

Listen up

Raekwon,Parazitii

I feel the hip-hop classic BPM