The Neptunes - Toloache lyrics

[Young Santiago] [Verse 1] Toloch is English to me I speak the the language Press down on the pedals to flush Royal, blush Because of the bezel it spoils The spoils of my treasure Her leisure as blood boils from all the toil Pain and turmoil Reality of those dreams is that it coils Water bubbles like broil like foil Reflection Can't be seen through sunny skies Yep, you guessed it Cozumel where I reside That's progress from Progreso Stop me? Your demise Best sit back for the ride As I Glide through these seas like Clyde Globetrottin round the world Saint Paul Pierce Truth to all your lies Till I die and sit at the right hand of the man With Pusha as my bestie and Malice as my friend I”ma Ride Around Shining telling y'all fly tall tales Like lies from George Bush eyes Flying through New Orleans skies Till I die, n***a [Verse 2] Uh She looks amazed For now de la pyramids I gaze With prayers of Gaza on my mind As I rewind to the time my mom couldn't pay a dime And they repoed her grind Not a tear fell Most of these industry n***as Behind closed doors flow like Timberlake's river Not tears, but words entrusted to man Traitors of God Catch them if you can Well described before, n***as like fish Try to bite you They nibble at your feet It tickles You n***as s** dick like pickles Try to blow me That's your d**h whistle I referee official Guns bristle Ruffle your feathers These words send you up with the birds Sittin with the birds sh**tin with the birds You are a bird I, a shooter Kobe in his prime, a rebel White sapphire as the bezel Based in plata Sippin Matai Jaja I won, you lost Playing games with devil [Verse 3] Imminent third verse is here Pride nowhere near Fear apparent of Falling out the lear Second to ambition? Ambition Whom shall I fear? Victory first over all No man, just God here Which means I fear myself cause only I can slow me down And destroy this beautiful rhythm that has given me the crown But f** that The changeup is too nice To the game, I wish to stay true But we must stick to the roots The fact of the matter is this sh**'s a circus show And you can be the ring leader or the lion's hoe Siempre fearful of d**h, you hide the truth Cease being yourself to provide their loot I pray you free your heart and seat your soul Learn of the art of war and reach your goals And know, while trapped in the maze From the top of the pyramid you don't have to jump ship Just find your way Get this money up under them until you lay Yea