Clipse Comedy Central Lyrics

Comedy Central Lyrics

Comedy Central by Clipse
from the Lord Willin' album

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[Verse 1 - Malice]
Say dog, let's not get involved
You
don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot ya
braids
Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs
And you can't move,
I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't
news
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper
that, en-danger my name
I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
I'm
known in the streets on the account, I know coke
And we got word in the
street that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a
little mo' cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my
callin'
Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
Tonight friend,
until we meet again
But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
I
never front, like I'm something I'm not
Well being broke well that's just,
somethin' I'm not
Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that
And I lived
off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they'd
kill me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too
much
They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too
gone, y'all niggas can talk on

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
They call me Mr.,
Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you
breath with ease
This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you
If
you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they
jewelry
Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry
Y'all the type
of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts
E-mail snitch, got these in ya
2-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac
In the number
9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back
The street family so cool, we could
throw up bitches
Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches
I got
them teflon's, that shovel the fo'
That have under covers and po', with
cover and slow
The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough
Since I
was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow

[Verse 3 - Pusha
T]
Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain
I turn over caine, over
and over again
Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today
Be back
the next day, still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in three gestures,
down up and aim
I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless
ya, and of to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like
December
Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough, I
fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton
Push a ton of that
shit, that makes ya nose run [Sniffle]
Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or
coke in
In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
Ain't jokin', but I
laugh how other flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy
Central
Minds mental, others is made up stinsel
When I'm on vacation, my
babies ride in a rental
I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it
Saran
wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it
Eve say larine knitted, shorts
bermuda
You would think they was poochie, if you over looked
Medusa

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[Skit at end of the song
begins]