No Game Around Here-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 : 03:08

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TXT No Game Around Here-Wu-Tang Clan 文本歌词

No Game Around Here - Wu Tang Clan (武当派)

Uh chea bang 'em up Bang Bang*

Hell Razah touch these niggas' heart Bang

I don't think you really wanna come around here

None of my homies play that game around here

Eyeing before the day break out

Quick to take it to the streets and get it on

Anywhere I don't care you know my barrier

This is how we do things shoot 'em up bang bang

Young desperado know it be Apollo

Tell your boys get low pimping ain't easy

Ya'll get up off me mmm-hmm

We getting rich like a spaceship we love AK clips

Give ease to the Playboy chicks

You can't blow when you hate on men sit back wait on men

With fork tongue snaking they friends

In the hood it's against all odds you spit 16 bars

Fast money and them luxury cars

I was formed in the image of God not material

Still stay strapped with the scratched off serial

Black Sinatra with a pocket full of miracle

Yeah I got ears and I still ain't feeling you

Back with the hood on smash rock a gold Ghetto Government mask

And a Dead President to match

The Devil's diary I left fingerprints on the prince

The Joker laughing Two-Faces and walk with a limp

My holster under my armpit millenium garments

Arabic fabrics while smoking up the bones of Mohammed

Blowing out the smoke of opression holding my weapon

Hairs came from the robe of a peasant touch my heart

Priest see white bodies in the dark soon as my ink touch my King Tut

Between us is the pen I write gems the viking see my white wings

My sword of blind justice I love my nine brothers

Third rail cut the power we got a problem

Is this chick Mahogany a little livewire

I tend the wildfire I cause a jaw wired

On any MC who staying up and act tired

I got alotta G's in my mob I got alotta cheese and a job

Niggas think they leave and I slob til they see me leave in a Saab

Zoom 22's out the drive Grand Theft Auto kinda live

You oughta move aside hit me on my Motorola Sky

My jeepers creepers I bang out the speakers

I glide through the mic like the late season sneakers

Then run that back like lampers and sneakers

I shut down MC's from the court to the bleachers

With more butter I got some more butter bangers

I have the game chipped like mommy dearest with some hangers

Y'all Crank Yankers you didn't know that I was dangerous

MC's don't be discouraged come again don't be a stranger