Lyrics:

Intro: [lp version]

Yeah
Yo son we gotta take it and go get the clarks man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, i got a new, wooooo!!! niggaz don't even know son
Yo check the joint
Boom, yo i got a crazy idea how to do clarks now
Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? boom
Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here
Boom, and this, yaknowhati'msayin? any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhati'msayin?
Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
Word is bond i'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real
Knowhati'msayin? yo son, i had crazy visions
Check it out check it out check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right
A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
Of this, of this shit, knowhati'msayin?
But dye gold top and got cream on top
Then you can have any color like
But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake...

Intro two: raekwon the chef

Knowhati'msayin? yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo

Verse one: raekwon the chef

Stand on the block reebok gun cocked
Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em
Watch the alley cats bake em
Four-nine made em, jah create em take em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-tang saga continue
Grab myer lansky crashin fantasy
Get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?'
Sit back collectin' tecs n checks and
Blowin slow in a montaro flexin
Beats break heavily word to ins bless me
Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the killa hill locked and caged in-acap