The Roosevelts - Track Review

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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