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Utwór: Uzi (Pinky ring)

  • wykonawca: Wu-Tang Clan
  • wyświetleń: 703

[U-God]
   Yo.. yeah
   Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin
   Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
   Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo
   That pinky ring shit yo
  
   It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
   Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic
   Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
   The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
   I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered
   No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
   Broken down and crafted in seconds
   Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
   Better, respect it, bitch believe
   I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
   I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
   Fix your weave, behold my expertise
  
   [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]
   I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
   I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
  
   [Raekwon the Chef]
   Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch
   We in them authentic alley switchin joints
   Major general niggaz, five stars
   Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms
   Silencers, garbage bags of hash
   For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
   Gash you out your burner fast
   You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Ghostface Killah]
   Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?
   Get the fuck away from my door!
   We got big guns in here, coke over there
   With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
   And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
   Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
   The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin
   Big cat nigga all season
   On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
   Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU
   Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
   Eighteen karat rap between noodles
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [RZA]
   Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
   I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup
   Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip
   I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
   Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?
   Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin
   Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
   Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
   Queen, couldn't even jack Monk
   Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
   Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
   Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"
  
   [Method Man]
   John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
   So nice like New York they had to name him twice
   Name your price, I black out then change the lights
   Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
   Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
   Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
   Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
   Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
  
   [Inspectah Deck]
   New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
   Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
   I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
   You crabs test, can't measure the threat
   I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
   Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna
   Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance
   I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then
   Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
   My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
   The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
   Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
  
   [Masta Killa]
   This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head
   I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
   Hit Chef for the rice and peas
   Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease
   My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
   They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
   Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee
   Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
  
   [GZA]
   From dark matter to the big crunch
   The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
   Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
   Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
   So you compare contrast but don't blast
   through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
   Watch the block thirst for one became all
   Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
   Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity
   The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
   The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
   Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
  
   [Chorus]
  
   {*scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade*}

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