作词 : Diggs, Grice, Hunter The n**** had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on Oh s***, the n**** had a pair of Air Christian Slater's Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at n****s Rockin' the latest in Ben Stiller-wear F*** that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood n****s Now that's a money thing Yo yo I was dashing through the hood Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray Leavin' skid marks on five-oh Smokin' all the way, hahaha! With my all-star team, b****es see our shine Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or nicks and dimes They call me Rollie, watch me poly with the wide body Dinali Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block me Sippin' on rum, Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni Like I'm still coppin' big eighths from papi Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dread Then pour myself Calarasi Professionally trained, I aim for your artery I give the autographs but charge for photography Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wally's Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery Or catch the hot seat, you're batty bwoy without ya posse Seen.. Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday? While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack All those who couldn't multiply were sent back No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart Tainted the fabric of an empire, was torn apart Brought to a halt from a front full assault The chemist left the lab with undetermined results They say the swordsman sift electrical volts The audience go nuts with loose screws and bolts The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason Come come come, want more without son Give me the reason
Your faith in Shaolin is courageous You blind fool we have our teachings to share Our joy with the people And there too suffer for them as well You have learned your style well Wu-Tang Style
[00:00.000] 作词 : Diggs, Grice, Hunter [00:01.10]The n**** had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on [00:04.49]Oh s***, the n**** had a pair of Air Christian Slater's [00:09.19]Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital [00:15.24]Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at n****s [00:19.67]Rockin' the latest in Ben Stiller-wear [00:22.29]F*** that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood n****s [00:26.61]Now that's a money thing [00:28.22]Yo yo [00:29.45]I was dashing through the hood [00:31.64]Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray [00:34.44]Leavin' skid marks on five-oh [00:36.97]Smokin' all the way, hahaha! [00:39.85]With my all-star team, b****es see our shine [00:44.94]Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or nicks and dimes [00:50.53]They call me Rollie, watch me poly with the wide body Dinali [00:53.38]Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey [00:56.43]I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki [01:00.56]Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy [01:04.02]I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block me [01:06.16]Sippin' on rum, Bacardi got me toxy [01:08.40]Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy [01:11.34]Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti [01:14.04]Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby [01:16.96]Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni [01:19.64]Like I'm still coppin' big eighths from papi [01:22.20]Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party [01:24.95]It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body [01:27.31]But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me [01:30.35]I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky [01:32.86]Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dread [01:36.50]Then pour myself Calarasi [01:38.15]Professionally trained, I aim for your artery [01:40.96]I give the autographs but charge for photography [01:43.49]Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody [01:46.14]You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wally's [01:48.61]Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery [01:51.22]Or catch the hot seat, you're batty bwoy without ya posse [01:53.82]Seen.. [01:54.85]Come come come, want more without son [01:57.73]Give me the reason [01:59.53]Come come come, want more without son [02:02.89]Give me the reason [02:04.78]Come come come, want more without son [02:08.15]Give me the reason [02:10.12]Come come come, want more without son [02:13.75]Give me the reason [02:15.28]They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly [02:17.42]Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy [02:20.38]He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy [02:22.78]Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty [02:25.41]Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday? [02:28.35]While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay [02:30.86]Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack [02:33.87]All those who couldn't multiply were sent back [02:36.45]No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart [02:39.07]Tainted the fabric of an empire, was torn apart [02:41.76]Brought to a halt from a front full assault [02:44.38]The chemist left the lab with undetermined results [02:46.86]They say the swordsman sift electrical volts [02:49.56]The audience go nuts with loose screws and bolts [02:52.11]The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes [02:55.33]It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five [02:57.65]Come come come, want more without son [03:01.11]Give me the reason [03:03.13]Come come come, want more without son [03:06.68]Give me the reason [03:08.34]Come come come, want more without son [03:12.00]Give me the reason [03:13.66]Come come come, want more without son [03:17.51]Give me the reason [03:18.77] [04:20.93]Your faith in Shaolin is courageous [04:23.25]You blind fool we have our teachings to share [04:27.42]Our joy with the people [04:29.28]And there too suffer for them as well [04:32.27]You have learned your style well [04:37.80]Wu-Tang Style [04:38.72]
