Fat Joe — Kilo

[Chorus: sample] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage [Intro: Pusha T - over Chorus] Yo Joe, what up? It's ya neighbourhood Pusha See my man, my man May May locked up for like 25 years He in the Feds right now, right He said he locked up with this old Spanish man And they was sitting down watching TV And you popped up on the screen The man said, "hey, what's Joey doing on TV?" He didn't even know you rap, haha [Verse 1: Pusha T & No Malice] K-I-L-O, the king saying hello From my Sugar Hill Ray Nathan he's Romello I plays it like a cello, I pull them strings To make them scales teeter totter like balance beams It's everything it seems, the guns and the glamour The re-compressed birds broked down with sledgehammers Smile candid camera, goddess in zoom lenses Unclaimed taxes, sitting in new Benzes Champagne drenches, the loafers of bosses Lord forgive me, it's blood diamonds in these crosses Suffered major losses to repeat the past Guess I never learned a hard head makes a soft ass Ugh, and soft white makes for hard cash And Continental GT's with the soft rag Like soft batch, cookies out the oven Getting 13 at a time, now that's a baker's dozen [Chorus: sample] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage [Verse 2: Fat Joe] It's Coca baby Krills mania, BX, TS nigga! Ayo, it's blood on the cocaine, a scene out of Psycho Dope so pure, fiends cling to the light pole Wet purer than holy water, your wife know And she ain't gotta fly to Columbia for that lipo... (Darkside) Cut keys like a locksmith Blasphemy, but it feels like it's God's gift One sniff'll have you kneel down and praise me Nodding out, holding onto your babies A new connect means a few more dreams Now watch a nigga flood the streets like New Orleans (get it?) Blow like trumpets, snorting on the second line Fucking with that white bitch'll have you on the borderline Penthouse in the city got the scenic view And maybe you can fuck Madonna like you Peter Shue Snowcaps dripping off rock mountains Crack in Wonderland got coke dripping out the fountains [Chorus: sample] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Okay baby, got you Crack, Killa! I said a kilo is a thousand grams, but can you remember? Check my agenda, snow like December Coke, I'm a emperor, go head and taste it numb up your dentures Moving in renters, probably a sentra No I won't serve you, don't mean to offend ya, 'fend ya Roundtable, glass up, all hail us Toast the life, one they told me will fail us We prevail from the corner, now (?) Still got wet, they on water like a sailor Me and Cook Coke (Cook Coke), cook coke (cook coke) No fracture, but damn you look broke Know my pedigree ready is what you better be (Better be) put two holes in yo' ass like the letter B My parameter homie is where you need to be Gambler? Nah, Janitor, I keep the keys... Killa! [Chorus: sample] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure A kilo is a thousand grams, easy to remember A kilo is a thousand, pretend you remember When we measure kilograms, we say weight is common usage