Wu-tang Clan - Sucker Mc's * Lyrics
* mail corrections to beatnik@sprynet.com* this is the wu-tang clans cover version of run-d.m.c.s sucker mcs[odb]Daddys home, your daddys home to stay[meth]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channelNasty vandals too hot to *****ing handleBring the ruckus to all you knotty head *****asShits like hammer time, niggas cant touch us[rza]Straight up and down wu-tang foreverCome tougher than dj ? s leatherMake a better tomorrowCondition your atmosphere, air like feathersThe fire come, transmit vire comeThe higher sire come, we burn your wireWu-tang be number one...[meth & rza]Four years ago a friend of mineAsked me to say some mc rhymesSo I said this rhyme Im about to sayThe rhyme was meth and it went this wayYo, we took a test to become an mcAll the withers in the crowd got amazed at meGod threw me inside his cadillacThe chaffuer drove off and we never came backMeth cut the record down to the boneAnd now I rock solid chrome microphonesNow we signing autographs, with cheers and laughsChampagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...Thats the life that I lead, you sucka mc, we g-o-dTake that and move back, or catch a heartattackBecause theres nothing in the world the gods could ever lackI chill at the party in my b-boy stanceWalk, cap low, 45 in my pantsFly like a dove, that come from up aboveMy niggas iron lung but you can stay one loveIts just a one two three a three a two oneThrow your blunts in the air for the God iron lungBlow them right in your face with the bassYou messed up, come in first place, the real rap tasteFirst come, first serve basisCoolin out boo, take you to the def placesOne of a kind for you peoples delightAnd to you sucker mc, you know it aint rightBet you bite all your life, cheat on your wifeRun in a gun fight with nuthin but a knifeBangin with your boy, slingin with the crewAnd everybody know what youve been throughIts the one two three three two oneThrow your blunts in the air for your dunn iron lungSmoke in your place with the highs and the bassCome in first place in the real rap raceGo uptown, buy a bag of brownYou sucker mc, a sad face clownGettin od ready to rock crowds steadyYou drive a big car get your gas from getti[odb]Im odb in the place to beDidnt go to st. johns universityIn the streets of brooklyn I aquired the knowledgeA law of mathematics thats higher than collegeIm fly on skins that I gets in queensShe love filthy swine and my collard greensIm dressed to kill, you know our styleCause niggas dont know that dirty dogg flyIf you wanna see
