Something to Say lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Word up (Ye, ye, ye)
Yeah, you know what it is (What up, kid?)
Yo, aight, look, check it, it's going down (Ye, ye, ye)
You know how I go (Ye, ye, ye)
Word up, ye (Ye, ye, ye)
Wu-Tang forever, Paraziții (Ye, ye, ye)
No question, no question (Let’s go, baby)
Ayo

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef
I sit fly in the S-5 with the snub 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 sh*t, yeah, son
Running the club from here to the US, next stop - Bucharest
Fly n*gga with millions, lay in the spot
Where the police never come ('Cause) them n*ggas are scared to death
Got my little hungry, little A-1s with me (Ye)
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 n*ggas who ride high
All over the world, my n*ggas supply pot
Rock fengashiz, trying to get denashiz
So when you see us below these pavements, kid
Can’t stop us, yeah, them Staten Island mobsters with axes
Who really get down and shop octopuses
Sushi, n*ggas stay fly in Gucci
If paper's a crime, then n*gga, then shoot me
Check it out, n*gga, Fly Killers call us the live
Five deadly venoms who got style, we gotta get 'em (Yo)
You know the kid’s meany, regardless of the beat pop-off
We gonna get down, let’s warm Paraziții!
[Chorus: Cheloo]
f*ck money, f*ck grammar, f*ck fashion
I’ve got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking
f*ck money, f*ck grammar, f*ck fashion
I’ve got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking

[Verse 2: Cheloo]
Stop b*tching and get ready for the show
My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow, check the flow
You know the plan is to see Paraziții on CD
At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
f*ck money, f*ck tax fees
We throw sh*t on everybody from the nineties like this
We are the white boys making noise
We chase ugly b*tches with rubber dildos, big di*k toys
I’m so f*cking funny, what the f*ck? 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 f*cking fine
We can buy happiness with one dime
Only one time, so keep in mind:
Life is like running on ice, it’s like rolling the dice
If you don’t like prison, fool, you better be nice
I’m sending this message to the sh*thole you call home
You invisible c*cksucker, stand by the phone
Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit
If you feel sh*tty, then you must be full of sh*t
Here is the message I’m trying to transmit:
[Chorus: Cheloo]
f*ck money, f*ck grammar, f*ck fashion
I’ve got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking
f*ck money, f*ck grammar, f*ck fashion
I’ve got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking

[Verse 3: Ombladon]
My rhymes can make your ears ache, take it as a rape
Make no mistake, this musical state is not f*cking fake
You can suck my di*k 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 f*cking prayers for the Lord
I’m always ready to drink my way through life
As I hold my di*k and p*ss all night
As a newborn child, I never sucked milk from my mom's tit
’Cause my di*k gets hard, this I have to admit
I’m so sick, but my mind is bright
And I can bang yo' wife at City Hall in the daylight
People like good news and happy endings
I like fine b*tches on their knees, I'm standing
All women are b*tches except my lady back home
And of course, your b*tch, if you don't listen to this alone
[Chorus: Cheloo]
f*ck money, f*ck grammar, f*ck fashion
I’ve got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking
f*ck money, f*ck grammar, f*ck fashion
I’ve got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking

[Outro: Cheloo]
Listen up, here we go
Raekwon, Paraziții
I feel the hip-hop classic BPM
Listen up
Raekwon, Paraziții
I feel the hip-hop classic BPM