Текст песни Wu All-Stars (Timbo King, Shyheim, Killa - Soul in the Hole soundtrack
Wu All-Stars (Timbo King, Shyheim, Killa - Soul in the Hole soundtrack слова песни
[Ghostface Killah]Yo yo yo whassup where my team where my team at?C`mere y`all c`mere c`mere, circle around me y`all circle around meYo Timbo check it you bring the motherfuckin rock upSin Dreddy y`all niggaz is forwardShyheim, I want you on guardTekitha baby girl yo check it you play centerLet`s rip these niggaz asses, c`mon kidWord up, run[Tekitha]Hole... hole... oh oh ohhhh[Timbo King]We be a team, cause everybody plays a part in thisAin`t no chuckin, we comin from the parks where the gun sparksafter dark, you got your three point shootersScrubs who quick to fire out cause your style is outWe drinkin quarts on courts so how you handle itShootin bricks or sellin bricks, we still scramblinwith offense and defense, I use the basslineto score points frequentYo, yoYo check the mic so I can slam without a crossoverWack jump shot punk rock players get tossed overby the bleachers, I`m bringin pressure like a power fowardYou try to walk and get away with it the ref saw itYour startin five couldn`t get verbal liveI penetrate across the lane, all reasons minesPercentage from the field is real, we hard boilinSwish shot in your face, your coach is callinfor a timeout, I bomb your rhyme, with a free throwFast break through the legs crush your rookie egoYou steppin out of bounds son, now how that sound DunnI thought we was playin ball, don`t start at round one[Ref - Dreddy Kruger]Time the fuck out!I got a illegal defense on the wack MCNumber four, you can`t be doin that shitHold on God, peace God, hold on, hold on(Killa Sin: Oh shit I`m snuffin you!)[Tekitha]Soul... in the hole...Soul... in the hole...[Shyheim]I know niggaz liver than Allan IversonTake it to the hole and roll it in, triple-double inSuicide drills get your cavs builtCrossovers ill, have you thinkin water splitWith the 2-3 zone we smoke em, like bonesAnd with the W-I-N, we, punchy at homeSore losers take off they jersey, cause they ain`t James WorthyYour bitch mad cause they ain`t get they hands dirtyLame, better not open up that Gatoradeuntil you game sport, hit the gym and trainDo some jumping jacks and situps, then maybe you can get upBut as for now the scoreboard gets lit upTake you down the middle, and throw it all dayWe number one draft pick W-S-ANigga, you can`t stop my JHow I do it everyday[Killa Sin]Yo, we throwin 52 blocks at outside shots to bubble up the snot boxNo penalties or shot blocks, it`s similar to Comstock kidYou catch an elbow in this hell Hole of concreteAdd a touch of Soul before we competeYou better have your Vietnam fleet my squad deep like EthiopiansPeep me in the open and I`m closin inFocus on the broken rim now, we shake a bone out your standToss a backpass, with enough force that it`d crack glassWe celebratin at last for stoppin youSo take your sorry black ass, back to the lockerroom, yoMy team work to make your team hurt, we pullin up skirtsSo back down, before these Wu niggaz tear the fuckin shot downWhat what what? No doubt, no doubtWe got the all-star lineup hereY`all niggaz better sign up for my team kid, for real[Tekitha]Soul... in the hole...Soul... in the hole...Soul... in the hole...So-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ul... in the ho-oh-le-le-le-le, Soul