Текст: Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo. Cakes.

Yeah
Shake your funky ass, bitch
Yaknowmean
Yo

Yo, we divide cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes, bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
Back yourself against the wall, gun brawl, kid, I end it for all y'all
(Shake that cake bitch)

Son'll stop the dough from flowin'
Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin'
Pop the C-lock, rollin' waistline and glock is showin'
We keep it thugged out, who not knowin' get your knot blown' in

Yo yo, Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap
African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap
Derelict rhyme crabs, you rappin' for a Scooby Snack
Foul-tongued bitch, you bound to lick my doody crack

Verbal pellets spray, tec sound makes my amex
Every slap on my snare drum son could break necks
You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up
Who the fuck raise your rank up?

I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff
Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge
Fuck a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox
It's heavy-bone birds stash glock in the nail shop

One the strip, took a sip, twist the L top
The God jewels son sound like a third rail shock
The gold cross bone, doorag, universal flag
Blast at the turbo charge and purple herbal drag

Known for the W, carry a double-two in the shoe
Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose
Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil
Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil

Shaolin Gods we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes

Yo, we have the Wu-Tang, we let two's bang
That's how we do thangs, that's how we move thangs
Shoes paid wit two in the brain, keep the ice blue in the Range
Me and the RZ' quick wit two of them dames

Got my dick blew in the Range, my nigga keep it true to the game
It ain't no tellin' what I do to you lames
If my mood change, choose to aim, do you and your dudes the same
Go against grain and lose a fame

Who claim life in the thug lane but life is real
Lead come out of pipes of steel, Rob, kill, or heist for mills
Spill as I let out and slice your grill
Nigga don't think twice to peel, just open shop and dice to grill

Send the six out, bust crib route
To the brick house, steppin' on new terrain, bring the click out
The streets don't wanna see you read, let a clip out
These niggas slip out, make they blood drip out

Yo we divide the cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes, bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
Back is up against the wall, gun brawl, kid, I end it for all y'all

The flood'll stop the dough from flowin'
Spotless rock glowin', shots I'm blowin'
Pop the C-lock, rollin' waistline, the glock is showin'
We keep it thugged out, who not knowin' get your knot blown' in

We said Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes
Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes

Shaolin Gods, we known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons is known to take cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes

Shaolin Gods, we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin Gods is known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina son is bound to take cakes