Run The Jewels - 36 lyrics

b**h we be that sh** that's right Number two boo boo straight caca (Yeah) I smoke ganja with a dread-locked rasta Move like Frank you will die like a ha**a Move like Jesus die like a martyr Hell of a choice when you riding a Lamotta Trynna get some hoes in the hot car How far is we away, man? Not far The greatness they claim, not all Are not, we are those juggernauts Me El, we hail Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel Castro, cash flow, car full of females Bad hoes, we in the DR Any f** rapper boy gettin' out of line I pray the preacher beat him to the goddamn ER I spit them country rap tunes like Hee-Haw Cocaine flow fishscale no re-rock Take a snort for yourself shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!" That's you shawty go on snort your nose off Then put the news in the street Tom Brokaw 'Cause of you shawty met a bad stone b**h out of Brooklyn and that Brooklyn b**h straight got broke off Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX, freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we s**ed Couple months later brought 'em down to Atlanta And let 'em style on the 'bamas that's right yeah we flex Heard she got a baby daddy and a n***a Acting aggy runnin' round talkin' 'bout yeah he plexed n***a better pray for a ho like he Tebow though, 'cause right now he stay losin' like The Jets And I walk around like I got a 36" chain And I walk around like I got a 36" chain b**h we be that sh** that's right Light a flare put your thumbs in the air high five I came for the stash box gimme that I been waitin' for this all my life 3 AM and I'm still not right Still awake still away from fading, crazy Psilocybin, why the ride so hazy Dribble this spit till the street gets wavy The bliss and pure sh** magician Get to skipping Not too tall dark and handsome man But I talk dark for ransoms man Spend grands of those zombies Folded origami Yes I bag the clams Anyone object to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand (Peep that) Felonious face in the place of an angel Bringing that buckshot back to the table Been a veteran, earthbound hellion Try to say grace get a face full of staples Woke up and the city air smelled like maple If you come straight from New York you relate If you come straight from another place stay too Me and Mike got the whole map held safe Be it NYC or the ATL From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell We murder d**h k**ed every stage we step Homicide times two better warn yourself, El Anybody looking for some trouble better self med We could double dutch in a minefield, hell gets Just the right temperature, break beat minister River-dance cleats on your face for the finisher