Al.divino - Bob & Weave lyrics

Yeah Yeah Let s**as know Smoke somethin, b**h Yo Vino [Verse 1 - Al.Divino] The buddha lit Mount Vesuvius Not new to this at all Once the pistol drawn Bet you piss 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 indica 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 s**as [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 imitations 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 Peace 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 Nak and Divino Splitting pinot off the vine Loud speaker 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** is just a free throw