Şarkı sözleri : Wu-Tang Clan. Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1. Cobra Clutch.
Yo, yeah bitch
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we dash log this bloody version of Glaciers
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor
Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my temple logo look familiar? It's power
Yo, every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', supreme clientele till I'm droppin'
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out
Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
Mark callin' Austin, Mark callin' Austin down in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the loft and
Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car drivin'
Street whylin', Role' with the four-finger glidin'
Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top toxin
Amoxins 'til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust
Yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain
With her nose out, sixty center get the Rover out
Feather head heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs
Because we spaz out
?Who is these righteous motherfuckers
With they flags out??
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
(Wu-Tang)
Radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it?
(Is that what you're tryin' to tell me?)
Aiyyo, the Moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama
One oh five point six lama
Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Bean field
Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X
Compression with the A and sharp press
Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips
Vanilla suckle with jasmine bits
Five hundred rap battin' average
One taste the bowl and blow up magic
Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the First of April's
Deep in the rap game erasial
Excedrin head bredderns catch facials
Side orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death, rob him then we break it
Get off on the clove exit, knees dirty, chick now
With low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me
'Cause it's law order today, we pay dues
New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush salary dice
That's in [incomprehensible] hall
Hey y'all, Peppermint Pattie's
Slum my Peter Paul, Wrangler
Straight laid the track when it's sag with one banger
Interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunch berry niggaz
At the flicks pissed off
Standin' in the rain and can't find they whips
Suckers, motherfucker
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
?Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out??
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
(Wu-Tang)
Radio stop shittin' on me
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we dash log this bloody version of Glaciers
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor
Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my temple logo look familiar? It's power
Yo, every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', supreme clientele till I'm droppin'
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out
Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
Mark callin' Austin, Mark callin' Austin down in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the loft and
Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car drivin'
Street whylin', Role' with the four-finger glidin'
Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top toxin
Amoxins 'til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust
Yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain
With her nose out, sixty center get the Rover out
Feather head heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs
Because we spaz out
?Who is these righteous motherfuckers
With they flags out??
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
(Wu-Tang)
Radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it?
(Is that what you're tryin' to tell me?)
Aiyyo, the Moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama
One oh five point six lama
Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Bean field
Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X
Compression with the A and sharp press
Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips
Vanilla suckle with jasmine bits
Five hundred rap battin' average
One taste the bowl and blow up magic
Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the First of April's
Deep in the rap game erasial
Excedrin head bredderns catch facials
Side orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death, rob him then we break it
Get off on the clove exit, knees dirty, chick now
With low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me
'Cause it's law order today, we pay dues
New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush salary dice
That's in [incomprehensible] hall
Hey y'all, Peppermint Pattie's
Slum my Peter Paul, Wrangler
Straight laid the track when it's sag with one banger
Interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunch berry niggaz
At the flicks pissed off
Standin' in the rain and can't find they whips
Suckers, motherfucker
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
?Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out??
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at
Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
(Wu-Tang)
Radio stop shittin' on me
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swa
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