Wu-tang Clan - Cobra Clutch Lyrics
Yo, yeah *****Aiyyo, mother*****erAiyyo, swallow itAiyyo we ? dash log? this bloody version of glaciersSlang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht)Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wallTrooper square holding, face dont give a ***** about the lawTake off the bracelets, dont get blinded by the ice booIts not cool, veronica slept, plus the decimalLook at my temple logo look familiar? its power (where is he? )Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off eddie bauerGucci sneaker rockin just another form of chessboxinNo *****-blockin, supreme clientele, till Im droppinKangol slanted, ghostll ran with it, hippie hung-outClub bandit never empty-handed when I brand itMark callin austin, mark callin austin down in bostonBoth of them dead, cop in the loft andBig chain swingin nigga, matchbox car drivinStreet whylin, role with the four-finger glidinWatch him, scorchin with spells and top toxinAmoxins til the stock skyrocket, bobby mocassinSwitched from pert plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trustGhostll keep shinin til the sun bustYo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose outSixty center get the rover outFeatherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicksWhen thy said, let the kids die for your bread nigga!Yo, promoters dont want us in clubs because we spaz outwho is these righteous mother*****ers with they flags out?Stapleton projects, recognize youre lookin atAllahs best, puttin on the hits is no contestNow, who the hypest in new york city?Wu-tang! radio stop shittin on me!I got fifty men out in the streetNow if they all get ***** troubles I starveIs that it? is that what youre tryin to tell me?--> superflyAiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plateHold it down honey-shallah rock the half man gumbyTwisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell dramaOne oh five point six llamaCosmetic classical, slum is shield, milagro beanfieldWatch me inhale half of you, new attributesTeletronics, dbx, one sixty xCompression with the a and sharp pressExtract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla suckleWith jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin averageOne taste the bowl and blow up magic, houdini escapesFrom the fermenting hell halls of tragicSpeaking to the first of aprils, deep in the rap gameErasial, excedrin head bredderns catch facialsSide orders, one telephone for take outStomp your man half to death rob him then we break itGet off on the ? clove? exit, knees dirty, chick nowWith low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of meCause its law, order today, we pay duesNew tomorrows, rubiks cube money in a tubeDeck the halls, crush salary dice thats in ? hallHey yall peppermint patties, slum my peter paulWrangler, straight laid the track when its sagWith one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang upTicklish, crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed offStandin in the rain and cant find they whipsSuckers! mother*****er! yoYo, promoters dont want us in clubs because we spaz outwho is these righteous mother*****ers with they flags out?Stapleton projects, recognize youre lookin atAllahs best, puttin on the hits is no contestNow, who the hypest in new york city?Wu-tang! radio stop shittin on me!
