歌曲 | Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit |
歌手 | Wu-Tang Clan |
专辑 | The RZA Hits |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Intro:rza | |
[tiger style] | |
[tiger style] tiger style | |
Yo, huh, huh | |
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
There's noplace to hide once i step inside the room | |
Dr. doom, prepare for the boom | |
Bam! aw, man! i slam | |
Jam, now scream like tarzan | |
Verse one: rza | |
I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome | |
I'm causin more family feud's than richard dawson | |
And the survey said -- ya dead | |
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head | |
Mza who was that? aiyyo, the wu is back | |
Makin niggaz go bo bo!, like on super cat | |
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come | |
The wu-tang shogun, killer to the eardrum! | |
Verse two: inspectah deck | |
I puts the needle to the groove, i gets rude | |
And i'm forced to fuck it up | |
My style carries like a pickup truck | |
Across the clear blue yonder | |
Seek the china sea, i slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from l.t. | |
Now why try and test, the rebel ins? | |
Blessed since the birth, i earth-slam your best | |
Cause i bake the cake, then take the cake | |
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! | |
Chorus: rza | |
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus | |
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with | |
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted | |
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with | |
Interlude: rza | |
Hyah! | |
Step up, boy! | |
Represent! | |
Chop his head off, kid! | |
Verse three: method man | |
The meth will come out tomorrow, | |
Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro | |
Flow, with more afro than rollo | |
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow | |
Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow | |
In fact i'm a hard act to follow | |
I dealt for dolo, bogart comin on through | |
Niggaz is like "oh, my god, not you!" | |
Yes, i, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie | |
Rather do than die, check my | |
Flava, comin from the rza | |
Which is short for the razor | |
Who make me reminisce true like deja, vu! | |
I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue | |
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you | |
[chorus] | |
[rza] | |
Ahh-hah! yeah | |
Representin brooklyn queens | |
Long island, manhattan bronx | |
The rugged lands of shaolin | |
Niggaz from virginia, atlanta | |
Our boys in ohio | |
Comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh | |
Yo, niggaz from the source | |
My man kelly moon from the gavin | |
Rod strickland, jason ? and yeah | |
True, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy | |
We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
The whole texas mob, the chicago mob | |
Niggaz from detroit, fuckin california squadron | |
Comin through knahmsayin? the whole fuckin west coast | |
To the whole east, niggaz from d.c. | |
Down in maryland, all the way over there in morgan state | |
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
All over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy | |
Peace to the fuckin zulu nation | |
Peace to all the gods and the earths, word is bond | |
Wu-tang slang, choppin heads boy | |
It ain't safe no more! | |
Peace.. |
Intro: rza | |
tiger style | |
tiger style tiger style | |
Yo, huh, huh | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
There' s noplace to hide once i step inside the room | |
Dr. doom, prepare for the boom | |
Bam! aw, man! i slam | |
Jam, now scream like tarzan | |
Verse one: rza | |
I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome | |
I' m causin more family feud' s than richard dawson | |
And the survey said ya dead | |
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head | |
Mza who was that? aiyyo, the wu is back | |
Makin niggaz go bo bo!, like on super cat | |
Me fear noone, oh no, here come | |
The wutang shogun, killer to the eardrum! | |
Verse two: inspectah deck | |
I puts the needle to the groove, i gets rude | |
And i' m forced to fuck it up | |
My style carries like a pickup truck | |
Across the clear blue yonder | |
Seek the china sea, i slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from l. t. | |
Now why try and test, the rebel ins? | |
Blessed since the birth, i earthslam your best | |
Cause i bake the cake, then take the cake | |
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! | |
Chorus: rza | |
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
Straight from the motherfucking slums that' s busted | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
Interlude: rza | |
Hyah! | |
Step up, boy! | |
Represent! | |
Chop his head off, kid! | |
Verse three: method man | |
The meth will come out tomorrow, | |
Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro | |
Flow, with more afro than rollo | |
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow | |
Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow | |
In fact i' m a hard act to follow | |
I dealt for dolo, bogart comin on through | |
Niggaz is like " oh, my god, not you!" | |
Yes, i, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie | |
Rather do than die, check my | |
Flava, comin from the rza | |
Which is short for the razor | |
Who make me reminisce true like deja, vu! | |
I' m rubber, niggaz is like glue | |
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you | |
chorus | |
rza | |
Ahhhah! yeah | |
Representin brooklyn queens | |
Long island, manhattan bronx | |
The rugged lands of shaolin | |
Niggaz from virginia, atlanta | |
Our boys in ohio | |
Comin through with the crazy, whyoh whyoh | |
Yo, niggaz from the source | |
My man kelly moon from the gavin | |
Rod strickland, jason ? and yeah | |
True, true, my nigga ? it' s goin down boy | |
We ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
The whole texas mob, the chicago mob | |
Niggaz from detroit, fuckin california squadron | |
Comin through knahmsayin? the whole fuckin west coast | |
To the whole east, niggaz from d. c. | |
Down in maryland, all the way over there in morgan state | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
All over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy | |
Peace to the fuckin zulu nation | |
Peace to all the gods and the earths, word is bond | |
Wutang slang, choppin heads boy | |
It ain' t safe no more! | |
Peace.. |
Intro: rza | |
tiger style | |
tiger style tiger style | |
Yo, huh, huh | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
There' s noplace to hide once i step inside the room | |
Dr. doom, prepare for the boom | |
Bam! aw, man! i slam | |
Jam, now scream like tarzan | |
Verse one: rza | |
I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome | |
I' m causin more family feud' s than richard dawson | |
And the survey said ya dead | |
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head | |
Mza who was that? aiyyo, the wu is back | |
Makin niggaz go bo bo!, like on super cat | |
Me fear noone, oh no, here come | |
The wutang shogun, killer to the eardrum! | |
Verse two: inspectah deck | |
I puts the needle to the groove, i gets rude | |
And i' m forced to fuck it up | |
My style carries like a pickup truck | |
Across the clear blue yonder | |
Seek the china sea, i slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from l. t. | |
Now why try and test, the rebel ins? | |
Blessed since the birth, i earthslam your best | |
Cause i bake the cake, then take the cake | |
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! | |
Chorus: rza | |
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
Straight from the motherfucking slums that' s busted | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
Interlude: rza | |
Hyah! | |
Step up, boy! | |
Represent! | |
Chop his head off, kid! | |
Verse three: method man | |
The meth will come out tomorrow, | |
Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro | |
Flow, with more afro than rollo | |
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow | |
Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow | |
In fact i' m a hard act to follow | |
I dealt for dolo, bogart comin on through | |
Niggaz is like " oh, my god, not you!" | |
Yes, i, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie | |
Rather do than die, check my | |
Flava, comin from the rza | |
Which is short for the razor | |
Who make me reminisce true like deja, vu! | |
I' m rubber, niggaz is like glue | |
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you | |
chorus | |
rza | |
Ahhhah! yeah | |
Representin brooklyn queens | |
Long island, manhattan bronx | |
The rugged lands of shaolin | |
Niggaz from virginia, atlanta | |
Our boys in ohio | |
Comin through with the crazy, whyoh whyoh | |
Yo, niggaz from the source | |
My man kelly moon from the gavin | |
Rod strickland, jason ? and yeah | |
True, true, my nigga ? it' s goin down boy | |
We ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
The whole texas mob, the chicago mob | |
Niggaz from detroit, fuckin california squadron | |
Comin through knahmsayin? the whole fuckin west coast | |
To the whole east, niggaz from d. c. | |
Down in maryland, all the way over there in morgan state | |
Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
All over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy | |
Peace to the fuckin zulu nation | |
Peace to all the gods and the earths, word is bond | |
Wutang slang, choppin heads boy | |
It ain' t safe no more! | |
Peace.. |