Catalina
Raekwon Lyrics


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I grew up on the foul side
Nickel-bag valcyte
Purple tops, two for fives
I had seven grams
Outside with my eleven mans
On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands
Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming
Jump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes
Guess up in the hill it was real to me
What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me
All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions
Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building
Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors
All our blazers designer jeans
That's why we live (yup)
Niggas need shit in their crib
Go broke, you go and rope you a Vick
It's just full-time stragglers
Niggas try to take your place
And smile in your face
But still in all backstabbers

I'm just trying to get on
Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone
And nigga that ain't cologne
It's the smell of this money
I'm just trying to get home
'Cause I don't know when my karma gonna catch up
I don't know when the toilet gonna back up
And put me in some shit that I can't get out of

Come on
Bags of money
Trying to stay rich and fly
Keep it cool, silks and dungarees
Krug glasses and food
Grilled salmon, trying to make a move
Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes
How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut
Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba
Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille
So when you rub against it feel on (?)
Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas
With rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels
(?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups
And noodles that spell out "Y'all niggas the truth"
What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazy boy
Ends up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy
Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue
And cock-block but can't stop the official

I'm just trying to get on
Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone
And nigga that ain't cologne
It's the smell of this money
I'm just trying to get home
'Cause I don't know when my karma gonna catch up




I don't know when the toilet gonna back up
And put me in some shit that I can't get out of

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Raekwon's song Catalina paint a picture of life on the streets, growing up surrounded by drug dealers and a dangerous environment. He talks about how he grew up on the "foul side," which seems to reference a rough neighborhood. Raekwon recalls selling drugs as a kid, peddling nickel-bags and purple tops on street corners with his "eleven mans." He even goes so far as to describing the mechanics of it all, with "mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors, all our blazers designer jeans." He also speaks on the risks of being in the drug trade, noting that when the "narcs" come, he and his crew have to "jump in the window" and hide the drugs.


Despite all of the danger and hardship, Raekwon doesn't want to dwell on a negative past. Instead, he's looking towards the future and trying to make a better life for himself. He wants to leave a few million for his children and live out his days in comfort. The refrain of the song, "I'm just trying to get on," speaks to this ambition. However, he's also aware that life can change quickly, and sometimes things just don't go your way. He says, "I don't know when my karma gonna catch up, I don't know when the toilet gonna back up, and put me in some shit that I can't get out of."


In short, Raekwon's lyrics in Catalina convey a desire to leave behind a difficult past and strive for a new, better future. He speaks candidly about the hardships he's experienced on the streets, selling drugs and avoiding the police, as well as his goals to create a more stable life for himself and his family.


Line by Line Meaning

I grew up on the foul side
I come from a rough neighborhood


Nickel-bag valcyte
I started selling small amounts of drugs


Purple tops, two for fives
I sold crack cocaine in small quantities for cheap prices


I had seven grams
I had a small amount of drugs on me


Outside with my eleven mans
I hung out with my friends on the street corner


On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands
I had drugs on me while I hung out on the street corner


Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming
I had to run away from the police


Jump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes
I had to quickly escape through a window, leaving my shoes behind, and hide the drugs


Guess up in the hill it was real to me
I felt like drugs and crime were just a part of life, especially in my neighborhood


What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me
I was prepared to fight, even kill, if someone tried to steal from me


All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions
I have always been surrounded by drug dealers who want to make a lot of money


Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building
I was around people who had guns and were ready to use them


Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors
I was around drug addicts, drugs, and people who used razors to cut drugs


All our blazers designer jeans
We enjoyed wearing expensive clothes


That's why we live (yup)
We enjoy the finer things in life, which is why we do what we do


Niggas need shit in their crib
We work hard to have nice things at home


Go broke, you go and rope you a Vick
If we run out of money, we turn to illegal means to make more


It's just full-time stragglers
People are always trying to bring us down


Niggas try to take your place
People are always trying to steal from us or take what we have


And smile in your face
They act friendly while trying to do us harm


But still in all backstabbers
We know that there are people we can't trust


I'm just trying to get on
I'm just trying to succeed in life


Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone
I want to leave a lot of money to my children when I die


And nigga that ain't cologne
I'm really making a lot of money


It's the smell of this money
The large amounts of money I have accumulated have a certain smell


I'm just trying to get home
I want to be safe and successful so I can return home


'Cause I don't know when my karma gonna catch up
I'm worried that my actions will have negative consequences in the future


I don't know when the toilet gonna back up
I don't know when something bad is going to happen that I can't control


And put me in some shit that I can't get out of
I'm worried that something unexpected will happen and I won't be able to fix it


Bags of money
I have a lot of money


Trying to stay rich and fly
I'm trying to maintain my wealth and live a luxurious lifestyle


Keep it cool, silks and dungarees
I dress well in expensive clothing


Krug glasses and food
I drink expensive champagne and eat well


Grilled salmon, trying to make a move
I enjoy eating grilled salmon and I'm always looking to make more money


Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes
I'm aware that some of my associates might be stealing from me or being disloyal


How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut
People are always trying to ruin my business, but I remain cautious and prepared


Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba
I travel frequently to do business and enjoy my wealth


Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille
I have a new blue gun with serial numbers that can be felt by touch


So when you rub against it feel on (?),
The gun feels rough against your skin


Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas
I'm hanging out with people who are on a higher level of wealth and influence


With rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels
My associates wear expensive watches and drive luxury cars decorated with jewels


(?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups
I wear expensive boots and jackets and enjoy eating fancy food


And noodles that spell out "Y'all niggas the truth"
Even my food reminds me that I'm successful and living the good life


What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazy boy
I'm enjoying myself, relaxing in a comfortable car


Ends up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy
I have a lot of money to spend on whatever I want, including cookies


Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue
I'm making a lot of money and people are trying to prevent me from continuing to make money


And cock-block but can't stop the official
People are trying to stop my business, but I'm too powerful and successful to be stopped




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, DAWAUN PARKER, DAWAUN W. PARKER, MARK BATSON, MARK CHRISTOPHER BATSON

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