Smooth Sailing-Wu-Tang Clan

歌手 : Wu-Tang Clan

专辑 : Wu Music Group Presents Pollen: The Swarm, Pt. 3

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:32

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TXT Smooth Sailing-Wu-Tang Clan 文本歌词

Smooth Sailing (一帆风顺) - Wu Tang Clan (武当派)

Yo behind those mahogany walls*

Indoor pools with steel doors flipping eggs over in my silk drawers

While I"m charging my cell sparking the L

Baby mother reading my mail just that they switched seats

To another jail and his banger is old fire

He's locked up with them dudes from the f**king Wire

That's when I passed her the bone started to cough

And flossed all through the house robe on ruger out

Homebuyers see the sign yeah ya'll I'm moving out

In front of the crib niggas flipped I had to shoot it out

Thirty G living room sets porcelain plates

With big giant wall units even the front grass

Saw your boy doing it Tone Stark he'll never fall

I even put work in under the floor

In the box with the ox and my skeleton jaw

Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call

Get 'em the'll be nothing but smooth sailing

When the heat shot now your crew's bailing

I refuse to bow down refuse to lay down

Go five and turn to let the biz all I found

Where the f**k is the kids crown

Lady luck breathing all over the dikes

With 745 airlines the color of Cajun rice

This the passion of Christ done seen it and felt it all

Til rats sh*t in my boots like how the f**k the rats get in my boots

A brown metal that sizzles wrap up more dead meat then riddles

Injuries that have you missing more games than Kerry Kittles

There's a war going on outside you hear the fiddles

And you so called 'units' go 'head and jump

And get your body severed apart with pumps

Aiyo watch who you talk around cuz ya'll seen niggas snitching

And they quick to turn on you like keys in the ignition

Niggas start submitting when them slugs is spitting

And believe me that sh*t'll hurt like when your drugs is missing

Yo these bullets ain't thug resistant and they see a ni**a dying

Choking off his own blood is sickening

Picture that now picture this picture me running in your lab

Like Allen Iverson waving the fifth

But this ain't no domestic dispute go 'head and get cute

Force my hand and see if I'm connected with loot

Somebody gon' find your body on the stitching of the roof

The art of gunplay I stay perfected when I shoot

And this ain't a lottery but ya'll dudes can 'take seven'

The slugs'll have your a** 'burning up' like Faith Evans

Facial expressions change when you're facing that weapon

Ni**a your a** gon' die try to escape within sessions