Raekwon The Chef

Raekwon The Chef - Rainy Dayz Dalvin Remix

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(Blue Raspberry) These rainy days...
 (Raekwon) Doin this for nineteen ninety six
 Revolution is a trick  be aware

 Verse One: Raekwon

 Yo  yo  yo
 I run with rich rap cats who run corners
 They run through alleys  navy blue Bally's at the grand finale
 Still in all  currency catches the eye of the youth
 on top  playin on three corners of the roof
 So we accept that, jettin at nights
 don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack how will I eat black
 And brothers, flexin labels like cables
 White Sables, pressin up, tryin to make a debut
 Hard times, when the God rhyme, I maim the minds
 because he playin mines close
 We ain't related cuz he raided mine
 They see me lampin up in 850's
 With 360's, blowin like 160 sellin fifties
 Due to the wicked, dice should never lie
 Now that's a damn lie, provin on standby, man why?
 The game, I mentally tear down the brain
 Half of us'll feel the pain, big boy, let it rain
 I guess my whole team is marvelous
 Street life novelist, let it rain dunn, swallow this

 Word up, so you know
 When I take you there you just add on to this (let it rain dunn, swallow this)

 Chorus: Raekwon (singing)

 You know how to love me
 Makes me feel so good (let it rain let it rain)
 You know how to -- you know how to love me *laughter*
 Makes me feel so good -- Flex my voices right, it's on knowhatI'msayin?

 Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

 Guess down, the crazy new appar' just for the new year
 Wavy hair plus, we get much cuz we on the air
 Cristal whylin my medallion, stylin it's like city island
 Relax kid, while shorty profilin
 Until then, we got to bend with the wind
 Plus build again, writin my friends sendin em linen tims
 I'm tired of robberies, pornography
 Throw a pair, Wally's on poach for live nigga pho-tography

 Chorus: Raekwon (singin)

 You know how to love me
 Makes me feel so good

 Verse Three: Ghostface Killer

 Yo, yo
 Check out the handshake fake niggaz rockin the toupee
 Frontin on me and Chef, yo it's dog day
 Afternoon I'm blowin up your weak platoon
 Leave you helpless, screamin from all types of wounds
 I be the expert, blowin like a firework
 Covertin concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert
 Cuz I write, and blast and slash your whole level
 I'm holy God I be challengin pros for gold medals
 Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather
 On Friday's, get your fresh pay, from a better
 represent, my lifestyle is in like Flynn
 Mili-tinted God shit is very masculine
 Mad tuff, Razor bust stuff with nuff said
 Ex-dust said, now puttin heads to bed
 Call me a legend, flexin with the style of old
 Carryin loads of loot, mad rich buryin gold
 Sabotage, thoughts of livin large any day now
 The land to satisfy the whole garage
 Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel
 Born to be, sellin like Marvel Comic books for my survival
 Beware, I'm hittin like a snare from the Delphonics
 Crushin niggaz I be blowin like egg-onomics
 Washed up, you're fuckin with a daily error
 No fat, niggaz be jettin when they face terror

 Check it out y'all, all the fly chicks, yeahhh
 Check it out yo, all the fly chicks, you know I dig your back out
 Word up word up but check it out it's still china
 Word up, one time y'all
 (New York, New York that's the temple, knowhatI'msayin?)
 (Georgia) Carolinas, Mexica
 Mexico, Canada, word up
 Baltimore, BA, plus Philly and Boston
 Mississippi, and Chicago, no doubt no doubt
 Word up, Michigan Michigan
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