Swollen Members - Weight (feat. Ghostface k**ah & The Alchemist) lyrics

Yeah.....Yo...... Hey yo my c**aine's whiter than colgate And when Christ come imma go relocate Finish off the dimes Big slabs of crack, writin my gangstaz will Bury me at the plate in Bronze Bomber's Field Give my young guards the four horses My babi gurls get the pink Porsches Dookie Jims and theyre all gorgeous Came to'em had a mean fortress A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet My gun collection is big in the Adolph section My little mini-me he bump off the Mexicans Mostly known for ma earlobe 4 million dolla disco ball sh** though ma wrist cut Bang gla** on the crystal floor at club Shiznit Lil Romee-Rome just came home Violated parole sellin cell phones With his Snoop Dogg perm His brother Puff Sherm threw two in big worm? Chorus(*2) My my my money fold up! My my my pockets swolled up! Say what, say what Just roll up! What's the hold up unload and reload up Hellfire....Handle the hill? shellfire k** quiet like a knife on the front line Private live ride stage show First bird flamethrow Overthrow, takeover Name known around the globe King Cobra poison slow Fang jungle overgrown Wu Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist k**in this song Feelin famous, chop heads, walk illa Comic, fillin on pain k**ers, watchin good fellaz Dancin in the dungeon all by maself I say i think im goin crazy, thats a cry for help My phone dont ring but get s**y text messages Gunnin on ma cop, get to b**hes mouth wrestlin Hey Im just chillin with k**ers at ma disposal I have a feelin youll accept ma proposal Put another dime in the jukebox, I love, rock n roll Bulletproof vest, Glock, lock and load Chorus(*2) Wait.......... Rap zombie, Im controlled by powers beyond me I go from the drum machine straight to the Digi-D To the Harddrive to the G5 to the computer screens To the lab thru the speakers to the Pens n the pads To the science to the lab to the vocab Straight to the phone booth, to the mic Back to that O-rap Thru the speakers To the place where your hear and your soul at Drop out the drums Rough mix straight to the work dat? Bounce the track, disk format and then burn that To the CD We'll take it to the truck where the systems at Make sure the ba** hit like a thunderclap Then i double back to the lab Fast like i was runnin laps I freeze! Back to the Digi-D's to an MP3 Thru the internet freeway Straight to the DJ's to the radio, constant airplay I gotta keep food on my plate, so im moving that Weight! Chorus(*2) WEIGHT!