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Wu-Tang Clan
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Unpredictable
Wu-Tang Clan Feat. Dexter Wiggle
作詞:Robert F Diggs, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods
Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies No bitch could hold me in this Thug World
I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupperware
The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth Polly with the wild life, cannibal out Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech
Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip
Face sick with the rap shit, stackin' them chips In the pits, stick shit, cats packin' them grips Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick She like, this your pussy and she smash my click
Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall Niggaz straight, like an inmate, tryin' make the board Snake waitin', dudes came for sure, I lay law Stay raw, 'cause a 'Massacre' with no 'Chainsaw'
Half y'all talk about it but you don't want war See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more We be foamin' at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eatin' So without reason, pounds are squeezin'
The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and cream 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Bitches ride like the Scream Machine For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans Next thing she was smugglin' coke between the seams
If real niggaz is listenin', the life we livin' is wrong (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable) Back for transitions, to save us from harm
We in the race for time, so we won't lose our mind But if we run the race like a thug We would lose that mind that we made of
You kept the weapon concealed Like a magician's secret dollar bill Liable to pull a knife from out of his heel Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand One finger, bzz, turn ya body to sand
You'll be hopin' you'd be Spidey, to get away from this You be hopin', you be whitey when the judge get pissed One man, can't uplift the land Like Method Man standin' on the hands of fans
See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant Splendid, unprecedented, hip hop vintage Started from the park benches, before the narcs could snitch us He was God Cypher Divine, tryin' to spark the whizzes
If real niggaz is listenin', the life we livin' is wrong Back for transitions, to save us from harm
We in the race for time, so we won't lose our mind (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable) But if we run the race like a thug We would lose that mind that we made of
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