Stop Trippin'

[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah We back Now let me tell you niggas for real [Verse 1: Raekwon] Hey yo, for real Check it Back of the limo blowing grass Play the demo, broke a glass Gazelles is crashed Check the rim homie Jumoed out Hammer on me glamour Velvet blazer, light green Brooks Bros. shirt Pair of Stans on me Contemplating jump in a cab or jump in the Navi She hate me Got caught doing threesomes in the Jag Rolling joints (?) No points Nigga now you gotta go She kicked me out of my shit yo I said cool, no more love I gotta move I left smooth Punched a hole in the wall and blew I had the Call of Duty Wrangler outside Snakeskin skin, gold madam, black Timberland, laying down why In a stripper warehouse in Vegas Celebrities cater Serenading bitches, I was just fanangling 39K a night I take it Straight with the wraith Take it home Nigga I fucked up with my wife [Verse 2: Horace Brown] Overlooking our problems baby Overlooking our pain Baby lets get together Things are not the same We're just hurting each other over again Two wrongs don't make it right We find a love and then... [Hook: Horace Brown] Here we go again (here we go) Stop trippin', stop trippin' Here we go again (x2) [Outro: Horace Brown] Confrontation's always guaranteed We've always had our rainy days Yes we did, I know we did