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Thread: The Roosevelts - Track Review

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    Default The Roosevelts - Track Review

    The Roosevelts

    The Wallabe Champ
    2008

    Ghostface Killah
    Raekwon
    Trife


    DJ Muro




    [Intro]

    Yeah wassup y'all Theodore in the house motherfuckers
    Yeah, Tokyo Tribe 2, Saru santa, Mushasino Koonie
    Y'all niggas know how the fuck we get down, it's all real
    J-Love in the building, this how we take it

    (Ghostface Killah)

    I told them up the block niggas to fall back
    Dope fiends is dropping, crack heads buggin' off Prozac
    Whoa, ghetto celeb', shark skin threads
    Chicks, we don't fuck 'em unless we take 'em like three in the bed
    Jus' bagged up something heavy
    Some mothers resort to getting rich off Newports
    Back and forth to Delaware and VA
    Yeah you can't blow, that takes hella years
    Base heads taste my shit like Starks, what the hell's in there?
    Usually millionaires really rare
    Yellow Lamborghini with mustard suede seats with a bar in there
    Even your seeds had a Benetar play pen
    Your moms is taken, she got shot during number runs
    A visa, jeans, buck fifty when a drilla come
    And a sister gave birth to a killer son
    And that be yours nigga, you gon' regulate the globe
    With your arm and your big world tours

    [Chorus]

    (Trife)

    Gun in hand, makin' moves in Japan, living off land
    Half a kilo in the closet sitting on grams
    TU be the graham crack the shell like clams
    If we don't know you, then we'll blow you, only fucking with fam
    Historical name, Theodore, nigga, we be the Roosevelts
    Shoot flames like Godzilla, it makes the soldiers melt
    Tokyo Tribe, DJ Muro, king of the den
    Crazy yen spending like winnin'

    (Raekwon)

    Diggin' daddy, ammo is brolic
    Fila sneakers and suede goose, walked in the joint like a paid scholar
    Give me all my cheddar in fives
    Light blue, five fifty by the door, I had my ho with the nine
    How you feeling soldier? Fill up my glass
    Threw my hand on his neck, my ring scratched him, that's six, carat smash
    Of course he ain't want none, took it like a trooper, then walked this New York nigga, Faulk got cash
    Plus his fiends mad loyal
    Seen him under the building, and after five, niggas turned the shooters on hood soil
    And the judges love him
    He threw a baby and wanted to cuff him, and six months later he slugged him
    Had CNN wildin, the Staten Island veteran smiling
    See through Johnny Damon, stomach still growling
    Some Japan nigga, and the fam with him, holding some thing
    I think he bought Burger King, he got strings though

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]

    We gon talk real talk nigga
    Straight up, bring that paper out man
    That's the only thing we respect nigga, you gotta stay fresh nigga, and you gotta have
    money nigga
    Put all that bitch shit to the side right now, and talk about major shit
    Word up man, Icewater Inc, a bunch of Dalmatians man
    We gona nigga, uno, my nigga Muro, DJ Muro, rather, Saru hold it down
    Lex Leonardo nigga, we gone nigga
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 09-29-2010 at 08:12 PM.
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