Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - Starter

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She's my number one gangsta chick (my starter) She's my number one starter chick

She's my number one drafted pick, she's my number one line on the hit

I only wanna see it (my starter) It's truly needed, When the ball drops...

Anything she say, you know I'm gonna do (my starter)

Watch out, watch out, when that ball drops...

You'se a starter, like Candice Parker

Take flight like Skywalker, might wolf it on ya father

Still the athlete, play of the week

G.P.A. 4.0 and the game's complete

Skintone buttercream, all defensive team

Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson, you're my Queen

To be, I'm ya King, keep ya under the wing

Together we can capture the ring

You the human highlight, body type, just right

Hairdo stay tight, go hard ball all night

All-star shine so bright

Hall of famer, about to take the game to new heights

You're my number one draft pick, Madonna classic

No look dunks to the basket

Yeah, yeah, that's mine, that's mine...

Blunt smoke, fifth hundred stroke

I'm going nuts, full clip, shoot up her fat lips

And round butt, catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep

The answer beeps, she take dives on the busiest streets

Whatever situation or the circumstances

Outdoor, indoor, she's taking the chances

Hotel, motel or Holiday Inn

Overlooking that bible, she continued to sin

Spread wide on the desk, paperwork all in a mess

While the ceiling fan blowing her dress

Ten minutes of jerking along with the slurping

Her skirt hid her talent until I raised the curtains

Showtime at the Apollo, she'll follow my lead

Then get on her knees, then swallow her pride

Strapped and ready to ride

Yeah, that's my down bitch

That's my down bitch, anything she do for her man

If it's lying on the stand, fish frying in the pan

She a Queen like Liz the third, wicked curves

On her word, stay still, rocking linens and furs

While she do it in the sack, jazz music in the back

Flat blew a nigga back, act two, I'm into that

Damn right, she the star of my team

When we stepped on the strip, baby girl, we the heart of the scene

Whether Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan or Queens

Staten Island, she styling, if not, she's not seen

Playboy status, every man's lust

She acting all shy, but she likes handcuffs

I'm the first on the court, first to hit the dance floor

The floss in this rap sport, what more can ya ask for?

Let ya glass pour, Wu-Tang is here now

All my Independent Women, time to let ya hair down

Bottles popping, everything is fair ground

Fresh legs, window shopping, can't help to stare it down

You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first

Baby, you'se a starter, where you throw that skirt

Lady, you'se a starter, where ya hold it down

Yeah, I'm Cold Blooded, then ya love my style

This is rush hour traffic, first one to merk off

It's like clockwork, first to get ya work off

I'm the workhorse, Killa Bee performer

Pro darter, starter, not a bench warmer, what?

You've learned how to kill

Every moved you've learned is trained to that end

Yet, we wish to preserve life

The first thing to learn, is that difference

Then you can start training with us, from the beginning

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