Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - Sucker M.C.'S

In Tha Beginning...There Was Rap
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Wu-Tang Clan
Альбом: In Tha Beginning...There Was Rap
Длительность: 03:48
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[ODB] Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay [Meth] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us [RZA] Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever Come tougher than DJ Run's leather Make a better tomorrow Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers The fire come, transmit vire come The higher sire come, we burn your wire Wu-Tang be number one... [Meth & RZA] Four years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was Meth and it went this way Yo, we took a test to become an MC All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me God threw me inside his Cadillac The chaffuer drove off and we never came back Meth cut the record down to the bone And now I rock solid chrome microphones Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see... That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack I chill at the party in my b-boy stance Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants Fly like a dove, that come from up above My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love It's just a one two three a three a two one Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung Blow them right in your face with the bass You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste First come, first serve basis Coolin out boo, take you to the def places One of a kind for you people's delight And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew And everybody know what you've been through It's the one two three three two one Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass Come in first place in the real rap race Go uptown, buy a bag of brown You sucker MC, a sad face clown Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady You drive a big car get your gas from Getti [ODB] I'm ODB in the place to be Didn't go to St. John's University In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens She love filthy swine and my collard greens I'm dressed to kill, you know our style Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one X2 I wrote this song about the (?) You gotta know where to start when the beats play X2
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