Wu-tang Clan - St. Ide's Lyrics
* this is the commercial wu-tang clan made for st. ide's malt liquor[method] oh yeah, comin through with my shaolin crewTwo cent for a case, gimme st. ide's brewIn the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cansMethtical's in a jam on how dry i am[raekwon] ... with st. ides in my systemCrack another i'm blitzed, let's go hit the next oneHang it over, the object is to stay soberLay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur[ghostface] who's the wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be sonRicochet daily hit the deli for a cold oneNaturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beamThat 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 thoseWho don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunkYou can't drive, keep my peoples aliveAnd if the saint don't know you from a can of paint[rza] it was hot, on the spot, so i jetted at the blockAnd i asked for st. ide's, i could tell by the dotOn the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filteredIce cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt itAaaaaaaaaah!!! st. ides! mmmmmmmmmmm...
