Clipse - Comedy Central (ft. Fabolous) (Audio, Lyrics) - Lyrics

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Throwback to Clipse's 2015 single "Comedy Central" featuring Fabolous.

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As long as hip-hop classics continue to age, we be right here celebrating their legacies.

And today, the Clipse's debut album has turned eighteen, a testament to the longevity of not only Pusha T (and Malice, though he has since retired), but The Neptunes as well.

On this day in 2002, one of hip-hop's greatest musical eras mind you, The Clipse came through and delivered Lord Willin, a classic that features bangers like "Grindin," "I'm Not You," and the Fabolous-assisted "Comedy Central." And it's the latter that we'll be spotlighting today, easily one of the most unique collaborations to line the groups' discography.

Driven by an absolutely zany, vaguely circus-like banger from Skateboard P and Chad Hugo, Malice sets it off with some ice-cold bars.

"And we got word that the cops watch us," he raps.

"But that don't stop us, we manoeuvre and move a little more cautious." Next comes Fab, who during that time still establishing himself as a viable contender for the punchline throne; as such, his demeanour here is playfully arrogant as he belittles his competitors.

Clipse - Comedy Central (ft.

Fabolous) (prod.

The Neptunes) Lyrics.

[Verse 1: Malice] Say dawg, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids Face you with a chrome 4 that'll lock your legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen: "Good night friend, 'til we meet again But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again" Uh, I never front like I'm something I'm not But being broke, well that's just something I'm not Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me, friend, if they could, they'd kill me, friend Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on [Verse 2: Fabolous] They call me Mr.

Please-Believe-It, believe it please I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease This guy's in a hurry Ma, I can't even fuck with you if you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying their jewelry Why's your ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry? Y'all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts E-mail snitch got Ds in your two-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's I got them teflons, to shove in the 4 That have undercovers and po', recovering slow The government know, the kid been loving the dough Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow Ghetto [Verse 3: Pusha T] I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocaine" I turn over 'caine, over and over again Hell, so much clientele I could lose it all today, be back the next day Still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures: down, up and aim I can define death better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Wintertime: snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, Pusha-Ton Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run Yes I'm holding, whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Mine's mental, others is made up stencil When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves St.

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