Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Windpipe lyrics

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[RZA]
 Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo
 Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
 Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
 Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
 All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
 Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
 Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
 Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
 Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
 High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
 Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
 I open and fold ya thought he fucked a ogre
 I leave the cats the book of food stamps ????
 The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal
 Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu

 [ODB] 4X
 What party can you go to
 And I ain't there you bitches actin like they don't care

 [RZA]
 You bitches actin like you dont care
 You bitches actin like you YO
 Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
 Golden platinum things unstainable
 I chew rocks
 Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
 Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
 Land, like my cousin dusty dirty as dan
 Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
 Tapes we dub pound you wit the ace of club
 Climb your tree to a shub
 Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub
 Passin it portrait
 My bitch spread eagle wild orchid
 Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick
 Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin
 I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra
 Starks might fuck Mya

 [ODB]
 I'm the pussy vampire

 [Chorus] 4X

 [Ghostface]
 Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
 One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
 Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin
 I'm two seconds fromt wistin ya'll shit over nuttin
 All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid
 In a minute almost hung yourself slit ya wrists
 To the maximum hand me the forty I'll thrash and
 Split out guests wit gash lemon goes throw his laz gone
 Trama the block pro bar sledge slang ho
 Runnin from to and sharles some rap and I might blow
 World cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley
 Yvonne lendl ordered lamb racket wit the cam key
 Sideline manuever, polish wax MC remover
 Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me leavin bruises
 Candle lows tied a thousand an ya'll froze
 Came home an dust that doo tryin to play me close
 We've been peaked for years now Liz wants to choppin the kid
 I might do magic make him disappear
 Rearose that nigga Isotoner Coca-Cola holder snap the granola
 Sprinkle ginko polish
 Venom from a cobra lace in the come he brought older
 Soaked through a strainer here's a doser
 The King James version is paid just like Samsung
 Wit effects that'll kill rogers double O seven
 Hanna Barbera hops the opposite abandoned the deer
 Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher
 Or maybe captain entenail, connect and then blow the seal
 Nice like mister whittendale your girl Chippendale
 Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench
 When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
 And where's the key to the hatchback pop that
 Get in throw a bag full of mice and then respect that

 [Girl] 4X
 What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
 These niggaz actin like they don't care
 What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
 These hoes actin like they don't care
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Released in: 2015

Language: English

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