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Aldivino - Bob Y Weave Lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
Yeah (Yeah)
Let suckas know (Uh-huh)
Smoke something, bitch
Ayo (vino)
Ayo

[Verse 1: al.divino]
The Buddha lit, Mount Vesuvius, not new to this at all
Once the pistol drawn, bet you piss in your drawers
Pitchin' raw, kick in your door, vintage velour
Liquid Swords swing galore right after we hit the liquor store
Fridge of cold 40s, pick and roll shorties
Piccolo-colored indica, hipster ho orgies
Innovate, but pay homage to those before me
Tryna overlook the whole city, pure glory
War stories told, I'm a oracle
Imported snow from Portugal, affordable; firearms portable
My aura and the Porsche is gold, tryna tour the globe
Always got somethin' in the chamber, keep your corny flows
Sucka

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Dirty vagabonds holdin' a magic wand
Ridin' a golden chariot into Babylon (Hoho)
These rappers may have a chain but they lack the charm
Marvelous for parties, I'm bodyin' every track I'm on (Catchin' bodies)
Rhyme merengue, hand the cash over to the sensei (What's up?)
Clear I'm grand slammin' 'em out the Fenway (Yeah)
Clairvoyant, no hocus pocus in it
The most inventive, chosen, I'm kickin' infinite flows a minute
You got some hoes a minute (Yeah)
Out for the spinach, my ambition to get it is stupendous (It's great)
The imitations are endless, bombs poundin' through they defenses (Boom)
Demons with capers, acres of fakers and pretenders
Get blast, battered and smashed, too, crossin' the borderline (Crossin' the line)
Packages that I import and grind (What?)
Got me having no shortage of time
Coolin' with all sorts of dimes (All sorts of ladies)
Wifin' em don't even cross my mind (Nah)
Layin' back in my thoughts, sublime (Naked)
Stay reclined in exotic leathers
An image that'll echo the blocks forever (Forever)
Perhaps I'll be serving this rock for cheddar
Understand that I'm thinkin' 'bout the ghetto (Word)
And makin' the profits better (Uh)
Uh, yeah
[Verse 3: Code Nine]
Yo
Compliments to the chef, body celestial
Presidential
Hard shaft [?]
Spill a champagne liter and stain the rental (Ah, shit)
Spark lentil; my eyelids a carpet, oriental
Husky frame, Kemba Walker, collegiate level
Their mind freed the devil
Piece like a skiing medal
Cot dreams turn 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 secondhand like stepping through a cloud of cigs
Out your wig like a parliament official
Evade harlequins, they send a charlatan to trick you (Can't trick me)
You got no outs with Nack and Divino
Splittin' pinot off the vine, loudspeaker like a keynote
Concrete, though
Arrival rival the Beatles
Carlito
Self-propelled as a torpedo
Keep it G though, iron like Magneto (Right)
Uh, this shit is just a free throw