Clipse – Comedy Central Lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Malice]
Say dog, let's not get involved
You don't want to tango, I'll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids
Face you with a chrome 4 that'll lock your legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that endanger my name

I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke
I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke
And we got word that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious

I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'
Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen:
"Good night friend, until we meet again
But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again"

I never front, like I'm something I'm not
But being broke, well that's just something I'm not

Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that
And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me, friend, if they could they'd kill me, friend
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
They call me Mr. Please-believe-it, believe it, please
I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease
This guy's in a hurry, ma, I can't even fuck with you
If you ain't in the itinerary

I don't know where dudes is buying their jewelry
Why's your ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry?
Y'all the type of players that be getting 2-day contracts
E-mail snitch, got Ds in your 2-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac
In the number 9 Jordans, with the deuce trey on back
The street family so cool, we could pull bitches
Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches

I got them teflons to shove in the 4
That have undercovers and po' recovering slow

The government know: the kid been loving the dough
Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow

[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocaine"
I turn over 'caine over and over again

Hell, so much clientele, I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way

As I left ya, all in 3 gestures: down up and aim
I can define death better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and off to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December
Wintertime: snow everywhere, flow everywhere

So much dough I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha T (Push-a-Ton)
Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run [Sniffle]

Yes I'm holding, whether it's heat or coke in
In the door panel of my 4-wheel motion

Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central

Mine's mental, others is made up stencil
When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
I'm livid -- they act as if I don't live it
Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can't sniff it

Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda
You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa

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