Slick Talkin'

As we go on a take It's on it's on Yeah J-Zone in the Mighty-Mi in the Tame One up in the Yeh, yeh, yeh Dark-skinned Christopher Walken, slick Talkin' Out in Bricks flossin', t-shirt ripped off and Wrapped around my head like it's a turban Drinkin' Hennessey bourbon Cursin' all over the clean version Middle fingers up in my flicks Ballin' out like I'm one of the Knicks Razor blades under my kicks Pretty much Down to fill up a dutch Comin' through in the clutch Those that's feelin' me This is for us Construction Timb' rockers Who tag on gym lockers Multiple pill poppers That dream to kill coppers Tame's to spit that gangsta shit It's like when banks get hit I'm bringin' tanks and shit I got a street team full of weed fiends that'll merk ya So controversial I pay 'em off with the purple Shoot to kill hooterville section, still reppin' it 'Till the coffin is sized my last will and testament Hot ta def with pasta breath A mix of half-dime of goodie with some rasta zest God bless anybody who stress my next written One of the best spittin' you soft like wet kittens My peeps on one-duece, might bubble your goose Continue, wait with 2 thirty-eights up under their suits Under the cummerbund, another one in case they find those My P-P-P-people like black Sopranos And you a big pussy, so how you gonna rap? When I kidnap too wack you, tie you up to a statue Toss you in the Passaic River, bustin' at you Your beef ain't even real like White Castle's