Voodoo

Lyrics

"I'm all alone, I come to this big black-and-gold death Benz
 The windows are rolled down, the inside has--"
 "Rough Leather?"
 "That's wh-- You want to tell them my dream, man?
 "No, it's fine"
 "--two of the flyest girls you ever wanna see, man..."
 I am my own religion, you can wear me on your neck
 I might take a shit and wipe my ass with a rap check
 The Captain because I lead by example
 Alone smoking wax in a room full of candles
 Haitian lady, poke a doll with the needle
 Ayo, the bitch kind of resembles Don Cheadle
 I'm like a blonde Seagull, twist the rubies in my aunt's regal
 Drinking Parmesan, watching Home Alone
 Even when I'm home alone, I always hold the chrome
 Cause they come from out of nowhere, trying to pull your cord
 They flee off in a blue-ish Ford, put two in the door
 Never ruin the raw
 Run in the tunnels from the two or the four-train in broad day
 Your silly rabbit rhymes are foreplay
 I cop a 50-bag with short change
 You can see my mom's reflection in a Sport-Range
 Shit, it's voodoo
 It's voodoo It started raining out of nowhere
 I let the flare off, it almost burned my fucking hair off
 Science forbid, Jamaican girls be eyeing the kid
 She weighed 275, she could've played the d-line
 For the Bengals, we danced the Tango-Tango
 I sing a jingle, now the beamer slammed like Kurt Angle
 Curse out the window at a cunt that tried to cut me off
 I hit her window with a fried rice and duck sauce
 It's voodoo, you're doodoo
 Stash the acid in the asshole of a German Poodle
 Uh, sacrifice the motherfucking chicken
 It's voodoo
 "Now I want you to set set up right here."
 "No--"
 "I want you behind the garbage can. Wait for my instructions."
 "Where, where. No!"
 "Do you understand me or not?!"
 "No I don't, I don't!"
 "What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!"
 So what I'm saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp
 Wear the dress and wear the wig
 Light one cig then wait for my instructions
 If you listen, we'll be skating through customs eating muffins
 Tropical discussion, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans, Shit I go nuts
 And I'm not fat, I'm only robust
 Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up
 Uh, till it blows up
 Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up
 Motherfucker, till it blows up
 It's voodoo
 

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Duration
02:53
Key
11
Tempo
86 BPM

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