Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - Ghost Dog Soundtrack
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[Method Man]I`m sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit...Did I hear it?Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!![Ol` Dirty Bastard] *in background repeating*SUCK A DICK!!! 6x SUCK MY DICK!!![Method Man]And it don`t, it don`t, it don`t, it don`t, it don`t, it don`tIt don`t, it don`t, it don`t, it don`t stop!It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we beginTo burn bush in this rap session, once againOn the run be the Black StallionNow you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmmIron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo` bunI`ma get you none, accept challenge AHH!Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced itPlaced it, right up in their face till they faced itHard to the dome like a chrome microphoneI`m ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the boneDanger zone, that`s my life and my songKeep it movin, hop along little doggies![Ol` Dirty Bastard]Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!!Drive The Mack CadillacDark shade the window all sunny and blackPitch antenna back of the carInside is a TV, even a barBulletproof down, safe and soundChauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all aroundGive ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm insideCome to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise*Laughs* Enter[RZA]Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff`ll make your atom splitThe power of my brain, you can`t fathom itWhoever go against the will of the grain will get slainDon`t EVER say thy God name in vainMy third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observeCan record your words And your lies and approach youAnd have my Dogs come and Ghost youWhen it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you[U-God]Music makes me lose controlThis is not just rock and rollHip hop digs right to the soulMusic makes me lose controlWu-Tang, now we on a rollOn a rise, now here we goGuaranteed to flip the showRZA beats is outta controlOutta control, outta control, outta controlOutta control, now here we go[Masta Killa]Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can`t get skimaskedAbducted from his doorstepDufflebag his head for the price of nothinHe`s a gluttonWhat I`m manifestin each day is a lessonYa`ll faggots, came to the School of the 36 ChambersCopied on papers of scholars that earn dollarsWe trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whateverChorus [U-God] 2xMusic makes me lose controlThis is not just rock and rollHip hop digs right to the soulMusic makes me lose controlWu-Tang, now we on a rollOn a rise, now here we go *Skip next line on the second time of chorus*Music makes me lose control (2x) Guaranteed to rip the showRZA beats is outta controlOutta control, outta control, outta controlNow here we go