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    Wu-Tang Clan

    Uzi (Pinky Ring)

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    Добавлена 21 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    [U-God]
    Yo.. yeah
    Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin
    Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
    Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo
    That pinky ring shit yo
    It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
    Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic
    Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
    The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
    I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered
    No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
    Broken down and crafted in seconds
    Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
    Better, respect it, bitch believe
    I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
    I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
    Fix your weave, behold my expertise
    [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]
    I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
    I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
    [Raekwon the Chef]
    Take it back to the peoples, leanin gettin rec room punch
    We in them authentic alley switchin joints
    Major general niggaz, five stars
    Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms
    Silencers, garbage bags of hash
    For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
    Gash you out your burner fast
    You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
    [Chorus]
    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?
    Get the fuck away from my door!
    We got big guns in here, coke over there
    With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
    And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
    Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
    The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin
    Big cat nigga all season
    On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
    Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU
    Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
    Eighteen karat rap between noodles
    [Chorus]
    [RZA]
    Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
    I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup
    Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip
    I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
    Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?
    Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin
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