Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - St Ide's lyrics

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[Method] Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew
 Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew
 In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
 Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am

 [Raekwon] ... with St. Ides in my system
 crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next one
 Hang it over, the object is to stay sober
 Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur

 [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son
 Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
 Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
 that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of teams

 [U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin to those
 Who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunk
 You can't drive, keep my peoples alive
 And if the saint don't know you from a can of paint

 [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block
 And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the dot
 On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered
 Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it
 AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm
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