Artist: Dom Pachino f/ Infinite Album: The Grunge Song: Respect Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Infinite (Dom Pachino) {both}] Yeah, they wouldn't except us to come like this, P., baby (You damn right) Yo Dub bang that heat for the people This beat is the flu {it's sick!} [Chorus: Infinite] Yeah, we bang it show for show, uh-huh Yeah, we bank it dough for dough, yo Record execs be like I don't know, nigga Give me the check, mister, show some respect, nigga What? Crank up your stereo Freshen your speaker, for my studio Yup, gat and gable, keep it on the globe It's sick, that's it, gon' blow for sho [Dom Pachino] I remember when I first lost it Tossed it, stumbled then crossed it Copped it, flossed it, wifed and divorced it Spit water been out from the faucet, don't force it I did it, yeah, cuz my wrist was frosted Like a flake, real nigga, very far from fake Runs in with the jake, cuz the pies I bake What? Yeah your life's at stake, if you like like snake... Aiyo, Dom Pachino be the boss like Paul Sorvino Last seen in the Porsche with g-notes And I'm still making moves to the bank on a full tank Decorated five star rank, get poked with my shank To be frank, I kick it like my shit don't stink You go against my battleship, aiyo yo ship gon' sink I rock steady cuz I be the anchor, you show love, then I'm gon' thank ya You show hate, then I'm gonna spank ya [Chorus] [Infinite] Who that fly muthafucka in your twelve inch speaker? Same live muthafucka that's so crisp in your tweeter Keep a bad bitch, but I don't need her, you heard me? I'm gangsta, that's why she love it like everyday Hop the track and don't slack it all, from the hood Maryland Prove what, ain't got to act at all A&R niggas say if you want a little plate Write a check, for 80 grand and we'll get you signed today But I ain't really tripping, cuz we ball anyway Infinite's that vet, so fuck ya'll anyway Ya'll ain't in the streets, rocking off with the yae With dirty ass Patty nodding off when he sway The Bob Marley of rap, coming to your district Stepping out of line and I'm popping out the biscuit The Oprah Winfrey'll trap, linen in them Benzes I'm laughing, and splashing, fantastic, you bitches [Chorus] [Dom Pachino] And they don't wanna show no respect Til they see the size of the whip & the size of the check And the size of the chain that hang on my neck And my treat in the passenger seat that's breaking necks I find it funny how, the green piece of paper can have such an effect But that's the ways the world and I can't change that Seem to me, like people know what they see It's how it be, but, if they open in mind, the peach is fine Just a little licking of advice Go and get yours, cuz I'mma get mine [Chorus]