Catalina (Ft. Lyfe Jennings)

intro]

Where is he?

Concentrating on the job

Don't disturb the doctor

Yeah

Word up

Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit?

Real rap you know?

Yeah this is multi-expensive rap here brother

Word up

Time to recreate the power

You know what it is man

Nothing but gangsta xxxx baby

Let's go doc i need that prescription

Ey yo (ey yo)

[verse 1 raekwon the chef]

I grew up on the foul side

Nickel-bag valcyte purple tops two for fives

I had seven grams outside with my eleven mans

On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands

Running up and down fire-escapes

narcs coming, jump in the window let your nikes fly hide the flakes

Guess up in the hill it was real to me

What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me

All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions

Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building

Mad fiends bags and green

gillette razors fly neighbors, all our blazers designer jeans

That's why we live (yup), niggas need xxxx in their crib

Go broke you go and rope you a vick

It's just full-time stragglers

Niggas try to take your place and smile in your face but still in all backstabbers

[chorus lyfe jennings]

I'm just trying to get on

Leave a couple mil to my kids when i'm gone

And nigga that ain't cologne

It's the smell of this money

I'm just trying to get home

Cuz i don't know when my karma gonna catch up

I don't know when the toilet gonna back up

And put me in some xxxx that i can't get out of

[verse 2 raekwon the chef]

Come on

Bags of money

Trying to stay rich and fly

Keep it cool silks and dungarees

Krug glasses and food

Grilled salmon trying to make a move

Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes

How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut

Pacing from here to la and hawaii and cuba

Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille

So when you rub against it feel on (?)

Now i'm with some special niggas next level niggas

With rubber bezels who drive exeleros with jewels

(?) boots on olive goose calamari soups

And noodles that spell out "yall niggas the truth"

What it is baby boy reclining in a big benz lazyboy

Endsed up lenses on chips ahoy

Shipping triple niggas try to stop the issue

And cock-block but can't stop the official

[chorus lyfe jennings]

I'm just trying to get on

Leave a couple mil to my kids when i'm gone

And nigga that ain't cologne

It's the smell of this money

I'm just trying to get home

Cuz i don't know when my karma gonna catch up

I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up

And put me in some xxxx that i can't get out of