Dom Pachino 1000 Dollar Watches Lyrics

1000 Dollar Watches Lyrics

f/ Tommy Whispers







[Dom PaChino]



The Terrorist..



Here's your opportunity to judge as my plea I set in unity



These tough guys, rockin' blue vests in my community



I purchase one, camouflage sun, with my machine gun



That holds more, spits more power you never seen before



Faced, in the trial of your life, you never been laced



or felt the slug rip through ya flesh, shorten ya pace



It's a pity to see the dirt caked up before my face



Tongue kept a nasty taste, right-hand grip the toast



another hammer huggin' my waist



You was raised on a whole different side of the place



I was strugglin', feedin' my seeds, trapped in the pleas



While you was Downtown in ya man's jeep listenin' to sounds



Elevator action, diggin' pockets with .44s



You was hangin' out with local friends at liqour stores



Did a bid, elevator came out, LPs in stores everywhere



Terrorist shit is all you hear



When you creep through the streets where I live with four Taurus's



the chorus is just a reflection of what the verse is



New fish, lookin' nervous upon the surface



Terrorist, at your service, split you on purpose







[Hook x2: Dom PaChino]



1000 Dollar Watches, chains and iced out rings



2 for 5 baby is the song that we sing



Phone-blowin' racists gettin' sent to the bing



The Earth is my kingdom, I'm pronounced King







[Tommy Whispers]



Once again, I find myself back in the pen



Gettin' it on, 50 men strong, swingin' sharp gems



Long bolo's, runnin' for solo in this danger zone



The God, told me to stay away from po-po



couldn't, got caught up in a chokehold



No control of my actions



plus blazin' on these Staten streets



Missin' the hell out of fuckin' wifey on satin sheets



Jeans whackin' my meat, bash they faces 'til blood reaches they feet



German thugs put you to sleep, prepare



Cell-house locked in a square



Niggaz stare you down, No Smiles, on the Island you the clown



Maytag, dirty inmates, scared to take baths



Rip you in half, build with the God, today's math'



Razor and Nash, it's real now, get your steel now



All my inmates, tell me how you feel now







[Hook x3]







[Dom PaChino]



Offical warhead, infect ya brain tissue with poison lead



Global patrol, first to make it go, buzzin' with morse code



Strike 'em out, three in a row, power like Castro



Bustin' stardust, blind-folded, machine gun gold, folded



Banana clip, all iced out, my man sold it to a foreigner



P.L.O. man, hold down a store with it



Got robbed, fleed to his country and went to war with it



The bi-coastal, rhymes loco, darts'll toast you



Short trip, Powerule man, Terrorist vocals



Complex murderous mind'll smoke you



When I black out, you wanna bet money? Pull ya stack out



Terrorist, in the daylight, expose the Mac out



We dangerous, I be a strong link within the chain of this



Bobby be the lock, you get a shot when I'm aimin' this







[Hook x3]