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Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan f Madame D, Two On Da Road - Wu-Tang Iron Flag

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[Hook: Madame D]Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me startedChoclate thai, all in my eye, I`m never broken-heartedBang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded[Intro: 12 O`Clock (RZA)](Bob Digi) Sun Zeini(P. Sunn) 12 O`ClockTwo On Da Road on this (12 O`Clock)I love my brother to death(That old hip-hop, catch this)(Hot Nix`, you know? Big tits)[12 O`Clock]I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the restShared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vestA bitch named CelesteI met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam checkShe had some big ass breastsI had to catch her like a shortstop on the MetsA nigga high off a dime from Gates and BestRemember grandmother live on Louis and LexI remember Dirt Dog crashed his white LexI remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and DeckRemember Portland had Clyde Drex`Remember 12 O`Clock is a vetBig Dogs we put `em to sleep, keep `em on a leashI move like days in a weekNiggaz don`t know the face and names on my teethNiggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heatAin`t scared of the motherfuckin police[RZA]Yo, yoGuns jammed up, I`m cramed up in my labSix niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bagsOne toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholicAnd two niggaz hooked on pussyAnd in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessonsAnd learned how operate the Smith and the WessonStill cut class and played hookeyThrew freshmens in garbage cans, gave `em nookiesRolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socksBig forehead, had ears like SpockHe was mightier than a truckload of gatsAnd bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat[Raekwon]What up kid? Stay livinSeen you look good, you look live in ya linenAnd you survived ninth inninThe hood got us off the prop without womenAll my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this[Madame D]Ain`t nothin but the real, yeahAin`t nothin but the realAin`t nothin but the real, yeahMillion dollar deals, rollin on Chrome Wheels[Prodical]Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Ain`t nothin but the real)This one`s on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah, uh-huhWe gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of lifeWhile the we rumble with the foul and trifeShots fired on the block in threes like Glen RiceMade men think twice about the sacrificeBlack on white, write it for the world to hearWrite it for my fam who not here who do careGlance and stare, why when you can`t compare?From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hairMove rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snareBass and drums, see my face in the slumsPedia Brown, media surround my soundWhen you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my soundSample with black, criminal, mechanical rapAssemblin hat, laced in a suit from PhatTwo On Da Road, got them bitches screamin, "Who Dat?"Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it`s like that[Hook][Madame D]Two On Da Road, Bobby DigitalHe`s a gangsta, yeahNo, no, no, no, no, noLive it up, live it upOh, no, no, no, no, no, no[Hook][Outro: Prodical *over Madame D`s singing*]Bang us in ya JeepsShaolin! Bobby DigitalUh-huh, Sunn who?

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