Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - St. Ide`s
Wu-Tang Clan - St. Ide`s слова песни
* this is the commercial Wu-Tang Clan made for St. Ide`s malt liquor[Method] Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide`s brew In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans Methtical`s in a jam on how dry I am[Raekwon] ... with St. Ides in my system crack another I`m blitzed, let`s go hit the next one Hang it over, the object is to stay sober Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur[Ghostface] Who`s the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide`s and I the king of teams[U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide`s, sippin to those Who don`t realize that drinkin ain`t only to be drunk You can`t drive, keep my peoples alive And if the saint don`t know you from a can of paint[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block And I asked for St. Ide`s, I could tell by the dot On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm...