Showing posts with label Wu-Tang Clan. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Wu-Block - Union Square Lyrics (Sheek Louch & Ghostface Killah)


Wu-Block - Union Square Lyrics (Sheek Louch & Ghostface Killah):
Straight out the gate, they call me young don Heavy gunplay,  shit Fresh to death like I’ma rip the runway  Rip the curb up, pop some bob up  Loud pack dutch, light some lava  Killing shades on my yankee had backpack  Watch all bright, her ass so fat  She say I’m so hood but she like it like that  Pull a little weed when I hit it from the back I’m high, union square on some …  When I finish this bottle, I’ma leave with a model  Coupe in the front like I hit the throttle I’m gone, gone, let me ask
Do you like it baby? I love it daddy  Do you want it right now?  Of course I do You wanna hold your man down?  All the time Go girl, go  Do you like it baby?  I love it daddy Do you want it right now?  I want it right now  You wanna hold your man down?  Actually Then let me see you, wind it up
Yeah, hey yo, move that ass back,  Hand me my glass black I’m going to jail cause  I’m gonna harass that Fish that’s foreign shell …  Eyes real chingy like it she real blunted Monalisa,  Monalisa, let me taste you  Hurry up and drink that great goose I’m on tilt and the place is on fire  See a lot of Gabriels and Myers  The owner and waitress keep supplying us  The desert come first, shake your thighs and butt  The result came like when she sat in my lap Inside of my bag, do you like that?
Do you like it baby?  I love it daddy Do you want it right now?  Of course I do You wanna hold your man down?  All the time Go girl, go Do you like it baby?  I love it daddy Do you want it right now?  I want it right now You wanna hold your man down?  Actually Then let me see you, wind it up
Yeah, little pain killers in the case of chors  Run white line and she dropping the drawers  Took her from them hood to the Gucci stores J ust because I’m … you call it tricking  And I don’t think about it  Maybe cause I’m high and my brain is clouded  Yep I wanna fuck any thick with Shawty  Thought her wrong cause the club was crowded  Yeah, it’s Cudi in chair right there  She’s a smurfette and I’m pop bear  When I play bed, I don’t play fair  Like ass up hands ducttaped to the chair
Do you like it baby?  I love it daddy Do you want it right now?  Of course I do You wanna hold your man down?  All the time Go girl, go Do you like it baby?  I love it daddy Do you want it right now? I want it right now You wanna hold your man down?  Actually Then let me see you, wind it up.

Friday, 15 July 2011

Wugazi (Fugazi & Wu-Tang Clan) - Shame On Blue Lyrics


Wugazi (Fugazi & Wu-Tang Clan Mashup) - Shame On Blue Lyrics:
I’m the one man...
I never really look.... I keep MCs lookin’ out,....
Enough to make a nigger go crazy!
In the.. taking all types of medicine,
... hey son, I keep...
While I’ll be gone... more shit!
Enough to make your friend to shake the...
..fuck around is...
In your face light the candle...
I don’t even like your mother fucker program,
Give my fucking shit....
Man, you know nothing,...
You are the one to get shot,...

Nigger, wanna get you close,..
Any rapper introducing ...
My hip hop lies in your head like...
And when you’re...
Tell that ... it was not the spot,
MC I’ll be burning, burning hot!
Ohohoho, ...I’m a homicidal with your....
Nigger get up and act like...
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Saturday, 9 July 2011

Wu-Tang Clan - Meteor Hammer Lyrics (Ft. Ghostface Killah , Action Bronson & Termanology)


Wu-Tang Clan - Meteor Hammer Lyrics (Ft. Ghostface Killah, Action Bronson &Termanology):

[Ghostface Killah]
I don’t touch that swine
I want that unnecessary beef
You smoke garbage buds
We smoke tons of keef
Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass
And flashing, jack your whole stash
In fashion, keep my goons lined
In an orderly fashion
It’s glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz
Tinted out to spend the night
You ain’t got angel funds is low, stack
Your bitch been ho-jacked
Still scoop her up, bring her home
And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly
Looking pretty toasty
Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley
With a Bin Laden bottle
A Brazillian model
Got the paparazzi jumping
Like they hit the Lotto
Party hard, like I”m fresh
Out of the cages
I rages like Charlie Sheen, I’m vacant

[Verse 2]
You drop your pants at your ankles
At the urinal at a ballgame
I’m on the stool getting brain
From a tall dame, cause I’m 5’8”
Shorty like 6’2”
Feed her coke, locked jaw
Like a pitbull. I was born to rep
You f-cking with a hornet’s nest
Old shooters in the corner like ?
Young boys that be handling the rock
Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar
Got the burch wood lacing the interior
Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria
Only the Fonz, best laced plates
Cheese that reach maturity, dick sucks from Shannon Doherty
Take your temperature anally and orally
Make a batch of home drizzle royally with oil

[Verse 3 - Termanology]
Hopping out the Rolly Royce
Rolls Gold nouveau
Diamond-studded shoes, so
Flyest nigga you know
Puerto Rican version of Scarface
F-ck with the God’s say
Disrespect, piss in your broad’s face
Chains stay chunky like Oprah’s belly
Got the purple and the brown:
Peanut butter and jelly
When I step up in the spot with the rock
You’ll see the popular pop rappers
Go in their pocket and pull out their wallet
When I click-clack, now get up on the ground
Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down
You know Term, I’m the kid with the ‘preme beats
Butter Pecan J Lo, kid with the mean cheeks
Boobies on my gold fronts, iced out note book
Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cook
I rode around with all kinds of thugs
High on drugs, pissing out tiger blood

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