Moroccan Jewels lyrics

[Verse 1: Hus Kingpin]
I'm Lord Jedi Waves at sixteen
Yo, Vinnie, blicky, I'm followed by tranquility
My gun cha cha slide like dance floors in the 60's
Shoot your Phantom doors off the hinges, I'm spiffy
Watch the wave rip, four pound mad tips
My b*tch wears strawberry mystics
Got double cups for you thirsty n*ggas, the winners
Onslaught, we the Autobots, f*ck with us
I been f*cking these rap n*ggas' b*tches
Invictus, Ernest Henley
Thank whatever gods may be
Inshallah the wave genesis
Leatherheads, step you gator meat on my feet
I embody all the fly sh*t you wanna be
Ask about me, Rose Velours skyhouse me
I f*cked all the dope boy b*tches on my balcony
Turn your b*tch to a wave slave, Lord Wavey

[Verse 2: SmooVth]
Arm, leg, leg, arm, a bobsled
Cool runners, these old hoes, they give the bomb head
Barkin' up the wrong tree, parkin' on the wrong street
Get your sh*t, split your wig, lift him up five feet
Blow the weed, control the V, the cops behind us
Must I remind him? The whip be like four hundred horses
The meal be like eight courses, black on black forces
f*ck the leaky faucet, torch it
Water torture, I'm charged with slaughter with it
And don't fear, I must be acquitted, invoke the spirits
Pen this sh*t in hieroglyphics, vague specifics
Over there on the Pacific, let's get it
I hit the brakes, the ground was covered in ice
Body smother, demise, head covered in lice
Yikes, this sh*t's disgusting, I know
Daily News, Newsday, Huffington Post
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
When the bulldog bark, pa, everybody cower
Discretion is the better part of valor
Drunk from the power, drunk from the Amaretto Sour
Son got splashed like a shower
Listen, I'm telling you I'm the sh*t
The Larry Hughes three time felon of this sh*t
I bust this motherf*cker in the melon with the grip
The time cycle of the Nuwaubian is a gift
I splash son, I ain't even know his government
The two Glocks twins like Doublemint
Y'all on some other sh*t, all of it's trash, I like none of it
I rock through two yacht-masters for the f*ck of it
Y'all on some sucker sh*t, talking to the feds
He singing like Mariah with that warrant on his head
This dirt bag swine live in squalor
It made all the gunmen holler