Emba$$y - KUNG FU (feat. Ghetty)
No detective with the clues IvanOoze with the wrist never snooze
IP Man with the chinese kung fu
Got my hanzo like I'm Kenshi
And my kush so loud like a banshee
Dont kiss my lips kiss my pinky
Ask me for a ride down the road
She gonna thank me
Everything Im rollin up stanky
I paint a picture like a portrait
I would've done a track with you but nah you cant afford it
When Im smokin on the thunder I get blowed like glass
Lil mama wanna hang I told her baby throw that ass
Embassy with dollar signs I'm always in the skreets
Yes I produced this shit fuck with me for beats
Money dance outta bed hit the stoody make a beat
Ima roll the raws Ghetty roll the swisher sweet
I show nothing but love when I'm riding through the streets
Do this shit for real and you boys can not compete
Pistol pete with the swisher sweet emba flipped the beat
Mikes on my feet same jones I had in 93
What I roll up strong enough to put you in a coma
Walk up in the room you smell the aroma
Stupid dumb pack thats straight from california
Back to Ill state we trappin out the sauna
Young John Starks afterdark ball at midnight
Syrup in the sprite lit up like a streetlight
Green-light thats the money team life
Boy I love to count up shit like a fiend hype
Boys on my line and they talkin business and shit
Call up Embassy say we got money to get
Money dance outta bed hit the stoody make a beat
Ima roll the raws Ghetty roll the swisher sweet
I show nothing but love when I'm riding through the streets
Do this shit for real and you boys can not compete
Written by:
VINCENT MOLINA
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