Belly movie - Windpipe lyrics
rate meSong by Wu-Tang Clan<br /><br>
[RZA]<br>
Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo<br>
Yo park the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis<br>
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee<br>
Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch<br>
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch<br>
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared<br>
Plea the amps, video tape, steady cam<br>
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home<br>
Flip the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome<br>
High voltage, keep my seed and wiz well-cultured<br>
Peal enemies, my melon dim, the poison blue postage<br>
I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked the ogre<br>
I leave the cats the book of food stamps and that poga<br>
The box of evil, a fifty sack of that lethal <br>
Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu<br>
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[Chorus 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]<br>
What party can you go to<br>
And I ain't there you bitches actin like you don't care<br>
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[RZA]<br>
You bitches actin like you dont care<br>
You bitches actin like you YO<br>
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks<br>
Golden platinum things unstainable, I chew rocks<br>
Cybertech digital suit deflect bullets<br>
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded<br>
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan <br>
Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan<br>
Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club<br>
Poppin your tree to a shrub<br>
Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub<br>
Passionate portrait, my biz spread eagle, wild orchid<br>
Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick<br>
Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin<br>
I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra<br>
Starks might fuck Mya<br>
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[Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard over RZA "doodododododo"ing]<br>
I'm the pussy vampire<br>
I don't wanna work no more<br>
I want my own alibi<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Ghostface Killah]<br>
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out<br>
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out<br>
Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin<br>
I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit over nuttin<br>
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid<br>
In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists<br>
To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em<br>
Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on<br>
Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho<br>
Runnin from two-inch soles, some rap and I might blow<br>
World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley<br>
Yvonne lend you autographed racket wit the hankey<br>
Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover<br>
Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises<br>
Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks<br>
Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close<br>
Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid<br>
I might do magic make him disappear<br>
Rear-rose that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder<br>
Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola<br>
Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor<br>
Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of<br>
the King James version, displayed just like Samsung <br>
Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007<br>
Hanna Barbera, Park's the opposite of Bambi the deer<br>
Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher<br>
Or maybe the captain internet, immaculate golden seal<br>
Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale<br>
Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench <br>
When I snatched that, shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back<br>
And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that<br>
Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that<br>
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[Girl - repeat 2X]<br>
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there<br>
These niggaz actin like they don't care<br>
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there<br>
These hoes actin like they don't care<br>
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