Cuban Linx 2000 (no More Remix) Lyrics

Cuban Linx 2000 (no More Remix) lyrics

f/ Ghostface Killah, Raekwon



[Intro: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]

(Yo, what up law, wassup, wassup baby? Talk to me)

Yo, Shorty yo, it ain't even like it's really, it's really, messing with me
son

but it's messing with me, man, for real man

(Aight, but you know what? Don't even let it get to you

 Like you told me, birds is birds

 After you lovin 'em, they fly away, son)

They fly, yeah yeah, you're right, you're right

(KnowImean? It's like that man) Yeah

(Word up!)



[Raekwon]

One in the morning tryin to sneak in

Caught the weace and start beefin, I'm leavin

and leave, stop speakin yo, no static

Go get that shit up in the attic

That old shit look better, kept it so you have shit

The ice, take it off, no loss

Knew you was an Indian giver nigga

Besides, that's the way I floss, yea

I'm buggin now, actin like an old lady

It's real, a nigga got mines, she sleepin without pagin me



[Ruff Endz]

Baby, relax, sit back and chill (yeah)

Just give me a second

And let me tell you how I feel

Cause all around town you've been steppin' out

Runnin' your mouth about

What made you think I wouldn't find out?

Wasn't I there for you?

Truly cared for you

Maybe my love was just too good

Could've had it good, now the love is gone

And went back to your hood with the 54-11's on



[Hook: Ruff Endz]

Does he lace you with the finer things?

Does he make ya wanna scream his name?

Does he hit it from the front to back?

Did you let him break it down like that?

Should've told me the love was gone

Never thought that you'd do me wrong

Girl I though that your love was strong

Till I saw you with another man



[Chorus 2X: Ruff Endz]

No more shopping sprees

No more late night creeps

No more VIP's, no more dough

We can't even kick it no more



[Ruff Endz]

I saw you on the Ave' in the Nav'

In the backseat B's, spilling Henney in his lap

Thought it was me that you was all about

But I'm having doubts cause I see you tryna play me out

But when the brother called the crib with beef

Didn't I represent you when I caught him in the streets

So let me get the keys to Lex and no more checks

And no more hanging baguettes around your neck, babe



[Hook]



[Chorus 2X]



[Break: Ghostface Killah]

Uh-uh

You heard that

That's right

Yo, yeah, come on

And that's a no-no

Yeah, eh yo, eh yo, eh yo, eh yo



[Ghostface Killah]

You met me with a big blow out

African bangel, left hand Gucci, ling braces on my ankle

At the shark bar we at Shaq shit

Ballplayer stats, 40 plus, son hit twenty-somethin baskets

Turn for a second, stop! Son caught my eye, yo 'vine!

Bet you out bag her on the first stop

Peace booby, love you beauty, rock yours truly

Ghostface and who is she? That's my girlfriend

I want you and your girl to grab me, Tonka's

Be careful boo, I got carrots on (Word!)

Carry on, so we stepped back to the bar

The disc jockey threw in the car

Toxi' seen me, so what time is it?

Your back was out, passin we bounced to the powder room

Beggin me, I fucked you for an hour in the room

And when we finished, you was on stuck

Jamal Arief came through, started dartin

and you jumped up in my man's truck



[Chorus 4X]



[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

For real

Ghostface Killah, Ruff Endz

No doubt! Y'all know how we do