Yae Yo Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

We doing this baby, 

Oh shit! 

What the fuck happened 

Nah man, Nah 

Nah this what I'ma do 

I'ma get on the phone one time 

Stupid, yo, aiyyo 

Aiyyo 

Verse 1: 

Why this shit ain't cooking up right 

Papi told me this is solid white 

Fuck it wrap it up take it back up 

Still in all it's a play out 

Tired of spending money 

Might get them niggas laid out 

Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo 

Stop acting hostile yo 

And yo don't point that shit at me 

Bad enough I gotta come in the crib 

Wid spanish niggas using languages and shit 

I'm feeling like a dick 

Left the crib wit my hand brolic 

This is some bullshit 

Might get knocked take the wrist coward 

Yo Fernando what happened? 

Shit cooking up backwards 

Light up a Backwood 

Don't make me backtrack 

Blew it dime it the llelo lay low 

Saying in my mind 

Fuck that papi gotta pay off 

Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it 

Yo Louis this ain't our product 

This is Carlos family 

Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker 

Coming out my ice choker 

My man in the back, looking colder 

Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me 

Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83 

Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it 

Light the stove up 

Julie go to the store get some flour 

Sat back burning a big dutch 

With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts 

Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling 

Now it start drizzling 

Rainy day murder black won't miss him 

Still I'm yelling this shit is business 

But they still ain't gon' violate 

What I stand for wid these drizzers 

He took it off the stove run the water 

Trying to work me yo 

Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter 

He mighta showed more love 

Than went in the freezer 

Broke the ice down, pour it in 

We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew 

Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through 

Feeling like Castro's cousin 

Gave them niggas all of my life 

All of my paper all my judgement 

It droppa only like an ounce worth 

Should I just come out my shirt 

Go berserk and let the Macks burst 

Skate off body in the Bronx 

Same shit Gotti was on 

Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm 

Seventeen five was the total plus the five, 

Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling