Assed Out-Wu-Tang Clan

歌手 : Wu-Tang Clan
语种 : 英语
时长 : 02:31

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TXT Assed Out-Wu-Tang Clan 文本歌词

Assed Out - Wu Tang Clan (武当派)
The RZA the GZA Ol' Dirty Bastard Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef U-God Ghostface Killah Masta Killa
And the Me yeah yeah come on now now
What's happening Who get it cracking like a neck snapping
For the rapping and who them fellas packing yelling Staten
From the background I back down a few
Try to clown us in the past where they at now
I'm ill as baby powder with the smack down for the record
My brain is like the project projected for the Method
Go see my ni**a Kush he got the best sh*t for burning
This one go out for whom it may concerning
Spending they entire earning
Trynna get a higher learning MC's is vermin
Like E be Sermon y'all too determined
Feeling ya self like Pee-Wee Herman
While we at it let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbits how many kids will trick you out your carrots
Little bastards and ghetto b**ches I break you like a bad habit
My dick is zoo and just too big for its britches
Uh so f**k a mister and your misses
Cottonmouth niggas etched out like Merry Christmas
That all
Uh huh be home
Knock knock who is it Tical I pop digit
My block too hot to visit round here you gots to live it
MC's you must admit it I'm deadly on this mic life
Think back on this premise anyone of y'all can get in
I breeze backwards sleeves and THC
I bleed kamikazes and forty OZ's
America's most the better the smoke the better the quotes
For cheddar Meth'll sever the throat whatever the coast
I'm home let the sun shine on get his grind on
And get some phone time every time I'm in your time zone
Look here it's crooked letter I y'all don't meet nothing but crooks here
It's hot in hell's kitchen get your cookware for goodness
MC's is like that sh*t chicks be gushing
For pushing got me token down to Central Booking
I stick out as if Tical just walked up in the party with my dick out
And I'm prepared to take the sh*t I dish out
On the yo on the expressway suddenly I unhit the brakes
A mistake patrol figure just ran the plates
I pull to the shoulder a half mile ahead
The vibe got colder when the marksman said
Yo you in the truck get the f**k out your car
Put your hands where my eyes could see not far
A fat slob with pepper spray in the canister
Donut shop lounger nine mil brandisher
Plus my half pound just rang the bell
Of the bloodhound had an acute sense of smell
I guess he was tired of the strip and booking whores
Moving off a tip he's claimed he's looking for
Some MC's wanted for a string of break ins
Last seen wearing long minks and snake skin