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DJ Flipcyide - 24 Karat lyrics

Artist: DJ Flipcyide

album: The Best of Cuban Link


For my thugs players and pimps
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo
Cuban Link a bling bling
Yo yo, when I was growing up, I never thought of blowing up
The world is cold as fuck, when you down on ya luck
And ain't no dough showing up, I'm going up against all odds
At full charge, never slowing up, cause you can never be too large
Cuba, going for broke, I've been flowing since the banana boat
Planning to blow, I want more dough, then Barry Manilow
From Havana to Guantanamo bay, I'm the man that go
Toe to toe with the animals, eat 'em all like the cannibal
Hannibal Lector, I'm the threat coming to get ya
Dropping tropical nectar, knocking off top contenders
Rocking the richter scales, so yell extra extra
Who's next up to get sketched and left on a stretcher
On point like I'm dexter, checking for funny gestures
Put one in your chest, then glide off like Clyde Drexler
Reppin my sector, till the death, like a protector
The best of the best, 24k, nothing less
Twenty four karat gold (I'll be shining like diamond rings)
Ima flashing that glow (Cuban Link a bling bling)
So just pass me some moe, a bag of dro on the low
Cause baby, nobody got to know
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo
Twenty four karat gold (for my thugs players and pimps)
It's a habit to flow (do my thing for ching ching)
So just pass me the dough, the cash money and hoes
After the show, and I'm good to go (Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo)
Yo the twenty four karat gold, styling, shining, through ya area code
Highly explosive, ready to blow, like fire in the hole
Die for the dough, like Carrie, I carry a forty four colt
With enough ammo, to go to war with half of the globe
I ain't having it yo, save the jokes for Larry and Moe
Act like you know, cause I'm quick to put a tag on that toe
Back to the show, I should be on americas most
For deadliest flows, that murder a hundred emcees in a row
So here's a toast, I wanna own a house on coconut grove
Flossing a boat, while I'm tossing Joe the keys to the Rolls
Up in the centerfolds, of Rolling Stones, with nothing but hoes
Guzzling moe, puffing dro, blowing smoke through my nose
Holding a pose, in a custom made robe, hoping to blow
I know it's hard, but Joe and Pun already opened the door
So say no more, ima throw on my uniform, and play ball
But I'll still blow a hole in the wall, for all my dogs
Twenty four karat gold (I'll be shining like diamond rings)
Ima flashing that glow (Cuban Link a bling bling)
So just pass me some moe, a bag of dro on the low
Cause baby, nobody got to know
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo
Twenty four karat gold (for my thugs players and pimps)
It's a habit to flow (do my thing for ching ching)
So just pass me the dough, the cash money and hoes
After the show, and I'm good to go (Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo)
Yo, I'm good to go, once the whistle blows
Keeping all my foes, on they tippie toes
Really though, slamming em all like Bam Bigelow
Hit 'em low, like a ceasar, break they knees up
Make 'em freeze up, for no reason they catching seizures
Begging me to please ease up, cause when I heats up
I'll be the one, charging these scrubs, just like a visa
Leaving emcees stuck, all in pain, screaming for Jesus
With both they feet up, begging for shots of anesthesia
It's me what, ya know the name, I got this game
Locked with ball and chain, blow you out the frame
From New York to Spain
I want my name up in the hall of fame, overcame the pain
Like novocaine, and never once blamed it on the rain
Still the same, from start to finish, as my heart is in it
Take it past the scrimmage, and win it all, in the last minute
Ain't no gimmicks, it's blood sweat and tears
I worked hard to get here
I swear to hold it down something fierce, yeah yeah
Twenty four karat gold (I'll be shining like diamond rings)
Ima flashing that glow (Cuban Link a bling bling)
So just pass me some moe, a bag of dro on the low
Cause baby, nobody got to know
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo
Twenty four karat gold (for my thugs players and pimps)
It's a habit to flow (do my thing for ching ching)
So just pass me the dough, the cash money and hoes
After the show, and I'm good to go (Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo)
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo
Ooooweeeoooweeeoooo

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