Redbull - Clean Version歌词
歌手：Wu-Tang Clan 专辑：The W
RZA came and got me
This what I came to do come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash **** inta AMI-seats
Bomb isdide the palm
Doc rock a wifebeater with me
Beatin my wife ass iron dawn
The font of my appar**ent built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spear out the trunk
I stay hungry I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
Blast Don't panic
Do I gotta explain how
I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed
Hell nah I won't tell you son
If I find a wack ID I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick Inspectah
My lecture's like Hannibal Lecture's
Where's the ketchup
Don't speak on it shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
Ah woo Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames on
But it's all wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr Softy-truck
Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes
Yeah ya little *****
Gimme ya ******* money
Uhuh check it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamitestick
Where did I go wrong
Somebody pull the fire along
When Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on
First issue got issues
What is hiphop to Hot Nickles
It's like Funk Docter's snot tissues word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like: **** what you hear
Now that's what I call harcore let's act fool
Mr Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
I been s*itty I'm from the veils of the city
And just because my outfit
Match don't make me pretty
Baggy Dun Gurees **** need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the game
If it hit we ain't planned
In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin'
You codesignin that bulls*it yo man trying
Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat
Slugs flying
Yo ya
Check the code echos from magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream
Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban
Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey hey
Mister Dream-Merchant
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Silo in the 4 5 or 6 with double 0
Behind the tinted windows I lay low
On some hydro trying to slide from the 5-0
But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty
On third time fellon just hit with over 30
No worries style have em so thirsty
First degree heats are quitting on me
Cold turkey no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shouting my name that's why I came
But first bring the cashburst then the outburst
My surroundsound pound ya ear like curse
I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle
Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle
Even the best buckle win
I take it to the exteme
It gets ugly but it's what a ***** do to get cream
This life
This what I came to do come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash **** inta AMI-seats
Bomb isdide the palm
Doc rock a wifebeater with me
Beatin my wife ass iron dawn
The font of my appar**ent built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spear out the trunk
I stay hungry I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
Blast Don't panic
Do I gotta explain how
I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed
Hell nah I won't tell you son
If I find a wack ID I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick Inspectah
My lecture's like Hannibal Lecture's
Where's the ketchup
Don't speak on it shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
Ah woo Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames on
But it's all wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr Softy-truck
Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes
Yeah ya little *****
Gimme ya ******* money
Uhuh check it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamitestick
Where did I go wrong
Somebody pull the fire along
When Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on
First issue got issues
What is hiphop to Hot Nickles
It's like Funk Docter's snot tissues word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like: **** what you hear
Now that's what I call harcore let's act fool
Mr Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
I been s*itty I'm from the veils of the city
And just because my outfit
Match don't make me pretty
Baggy Dun Gurees **** need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the game
If it hit we ain't planned
In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin'
You codesignin that bulls*it yo man trying
Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat
Slugs flying
Yo ya
Check the code echos from magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream
Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban
Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey hey
Mister Dream-Merchant
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Silo in the 4 5 or 6 with double 0
Behind the tinted windows I lay low
On some hydro trying to slide from the 5-0
But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty
On third time fellon just hit with over 30
No worries style have em so thirsty
First degree heats are quitting on me
Cold turkey no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shouting my name that's why I came
But first bring the cashburst then the outburst
My surroundsound pound ya ear like curse
I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle
Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle
Even the best buckle win
I take it to the exteme
It gets ugly but it's what a ***** do to get cream
This life
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