Wu-tang Clan - Laced Cheeba lyrics

rate me

Yeah, fears, I travel across seasons on glaciers

Force show guns and got fucked by geishas

Still gracious, still able to twist out guards

Just grew tougher skin for swimming with them sharks

Broking ankle, fucking with the wallaby club

Got the bitches still screaming my name, warrup …

I’m a bone crusher, I just split your face like a dutch master

No more mixes polar bears from Alaska

We sharks skin ear maxes the ankle loose the ice

Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice

I’m nice, you the reason why the game went sour

Plan niggers, I come through and season your broth

Like mister Dash I blast, I’m a menace like Dennis

Young … and I’m back from a 6 months sentence

Rehabilitated, back in the yards, flying heads with barb wires

Stay …niggers the beds

Everybody get paid, everybody get laid

All these bitches dirty, everybody got aids

Everybody get plaid, everybody get sprayed

Everybody do what I see… everybody

… crack selling black felon

gat clap, rat tat tat tat tap melons

sun thugs one gun one slug

Shot caller, like y’all let me speak to young bugs

Listen it’s … call, I grab rack mc’s

I smack them hella hard

I kill niggers with the birdie bling banger

My wu tang niggers call me the 36 chamber

Lyrical, lyrical speak with you rap deals

It’s smacked off these … for not paying rap dues

P, call me the gate keeper

… heat is off your face, smoking laced cheeba

Yeah, hey yo, she want a thug, not the lawyer type

A golden boy to promote a … sort of like a ill De La Hoya fight

I’m eating good, enjoy your life, flawless ice, quick to bag a ball of white

With no string attached,

… S5 50 with the raw pipes

Peeling off like snake skin can’t watch the cobra bite

Overnight success story,

Go an chat for me, your rap poorly that’s why your cassette’s corny

Your money too short for long convo

You in the game hurting trying to play Rajon Rondo

Millionaire swag pick your boys ensemble

Dudes … I gain, coming to America, etcetera

Whoever sent the kite, kill the messenger

Because I think like a man behind the register

Quick to pull the toaster out

… choke em out we over here, counting bread, what y’all off about?<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Erik Saulnier for correcting these lyrics