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al.divino & estee nack - bob & weave lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
let suckas know
smoke something, b-tch
yo, vino

[verse 1 – al.divino]
the buddha lit
mount vesuvius
not new to this at all
once the pistol drawn
bet you p-ss in your draws
pitchin’ raw
kick in your door
vintage velour
liquid swords
swing galore
right after we hit the liquor store
frigid cold 40’s
pick and roll shorties
pick a ‘lo colored indicia
hipster ho orgies
innovate but pay homage to those before me
tryin to overlook the whole city, pure glory
war stories told i’m an oracle
imported snow from portugal
affordable, firearms portable
my aura in the porsche’s gold
tryin to tour the globe
it’s got somethin’ in the chamber
keep your corny flow
suckas

[verse 2 – estee nack]
dirty vagabonds holdin’ a magic wand
riding a golden chariot into babylon
these rappers may have a chain but they lack the charm
marvelous for parties, i’m bodying every track i’m on (catching bodies)
rhyme [?], hand the cash over to the sensei
clear i’m grand slamming em out the fenway
clairvoyant, no hocus pocus in it
the most inventive, chosen
i’m kicking infinite flows a minute
you got some hoes a minute
out for the spinach
my ambition to get it is stupendous
the limitations are endless
bombs pounding through their defenses
demons with capers, acres of fakers and pretenders
get blast, battered and smashed too
crossing the borderline
packages that i import and grind
got me having no shortage of time
coolin with all sorts of dimes
wifing em don’t even cross my mind (na)
laying back in my thoughts, sublime
stay reclined in exotic leathers
and [?] that will echo the blocks forever
perhaps i’ll be serving these rocks for cheddar
understand that i’m thinking about the ghetto
while making the profits better
yeah

[verse 3 – code nine]
yo
compliments to the chef
body celestial
presidential
hard shaft in the [?] credentials
spilling champagne
later it stained the rental
spark lentil
my eyelids are carpet, oriental
husky frame, kemba walker collegiate level
their mind freed the devil
piece like a skiing medal
cot dreams turned to king-sized nightmares
sometimes you in the light but, you lose sight there
for real
i’m a terror like a thousand gigs
your style second hand
like stepping through a cloud of cigs
out your wig like a parliament official
evade harlequins they send a charleton to trick you
you got no outs with nack and divino
splitting pinot off the vine
loudspeaker like a keynote
concrete though
our arrival rival the beatles
carlito
self-propelled as a torpedo
keep it g though
iron like magneto
this sh-t is just a free throw

- al divino estee nack lyrics

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