Chrome Wheels

Chrome Wheels 歌词

歌曲 Chrome Wheels
歌手 Wu-Tang Clan
专辑 Iron Flag
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作词 : Diggs, Ruff, Turner, Woods
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate thai, all in my eye,
I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya
Jeep, bang that shit retarded [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob Digi)
Sun Zeini (P. Sunn) 12
O'Clock Two
On Da Road on this (12 O'Clock)
[12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death (That old hip-hop, catch this) (Hot Nix', you know? Big tits)
I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of
Guess and an
Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named
Celeste I met her when
I was goin to cash a
Def Jam check
She had some big ass breasts
I had to catch her like a shortstop on the
Mets A nigga high off a dime from
Gates and
Best Remember grandmother live on
Louis and
Lex I remember
Dirt Dog crashed his white
Lex I remember me and
Meth won a dice game against
Ghost and
Deck Remember
Portland had
Clyde Drex'
Remember 12
O'Clock is a vet
Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash
I move like days in a week
Niggaz don't know the face and names on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police [RZA]
Yo, yo Guns jammed up,
I'm cramed up in my lab
Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic
And two niggaz hooked on pussy
And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
And learned how operate the
Smith and the
Wesson Still cut class and played hookey
Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies
Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks
Big forehead, had ears like
Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats
And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat [Raekwon]
What up kid?
Stay livin
Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen
And you survived ninth innin
The hood got us off the prop without women
All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this [Madame D]
Ain't nothin but the real, yeah
Ain't nothin but the real
Ain't nothin but the real, yeah
Million dollar deals, rollin on
Chrome Wheels [Prodical]
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Ain't nothin but the real)
This one's on
P. Sunn, word up?
Yeah, uh-huh
We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life
While the we rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes like
Glen Rice
Made men think twice about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to hear
Write it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you can't compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap
Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from
Phat Two On
Da Road, got them bitches screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that [Hook] [Madame D]
Two On Da
Road, Bobby
Digital He's a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no
Live it up, live it up
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no [Hook] [Outro: Prodical *over Madame D's singing*]
Bang us in ya
Jeeps Shaolin!
Bobby Digital
Uh-huh, Sunn who?
Yeah Haha!
Yeah! Get that money y'all
Get that money y'all
Get that money y'all
Shout in pain
Uh-huh, yeah
Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin
zuo ci : Diggs, Ruff, Turner, Woods
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate thai, all in my eye,
I' m never brokenhearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya
Jeep, bang that shit retarded Intro: 12 O' Clock RZA Bob Digi
Sun Zeini P. Sunn 12
O' Clock Two
On Da Road on this 12 O' Clock
[12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death That old hiphop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits
I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of
Guess and an
Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named
Celeste I met her when
I was goin to cash a
Def Jam check
She had some big ass breasts
I had to catch her like a shortstop on the
Mets A nigga high off a dime from
Gates and
Best Remember grandmother live on
Louis and
Lex I remember
Dirt Dog crashed his white
Lex I remember me and
Meth won a dice game against
Ghost and
Deck Remember
Portland had
Clyde Drex'
Remember 12
O' Clock is a vet
Big Dogs we put ' em to sleep, keep ' em on a leash
I move like days in a week
Niggaz don' t know the face and names on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain' t scared of the motherfuckin police RZA
Yo, yo Guns jammed up,
I' m cramed up in my lab
Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic
And two niggaz hooked on pussy
And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
And learned how operate the
Smith and the
Wesson Still cut class and played hookey
Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave ' em nookies
Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks
Big forehead, had ears like
Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats
And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat Raekwon
What up kid?
Stay livin
Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen
And you survived ninth innin
The hood got us off the prop without women
All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this Madame D
Ain' t nothin but the real, yeah
Ain' t nothin but the real
Ain' t nothin but the real, yeah
Million dollar deals, rollin on
Chrome Wheels Prodical
Yeah, uhhuh, yeah Ain' t nothin but the real
This one' s on
P. Sunn, word up?
Yeah, uhhuh
We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life
While the we rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes like
Glen Rice
Made men think twice about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to hear
Write it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you can' t compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap
Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from
Phat Two On
Da Road, got them bitches screamin, " Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it' s like that Hook Madame D
Two On Da
Road, Bobby
Digital He' s a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no
Live it up, live it up
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no Hook Outro: Prodical over Madame D' s singing
Bang us in ya
Jeeps Shaolin!
Bobby Digital
Uhhuh, Sunn who?
Yeah Haha!
Yeah! Get that money y' all
Get that money y' all
Get that money y' all
Shout in pain
Uhhuh, yeah
Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin
zuò cí : Diggs, Ruff, Turner, Woods
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate thai, all in my eye,
I' m never brokenhearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya
Jeep, bang that shit retarded Intro: 12 O' Clock RZA Bob Digi
Sun Zeini P. Sunn 12
O' Clock Two
On Da Road on this 12 O' Clock
[12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death That old hiphop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits
I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of
Guess and an
Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named
Celeste I met her when
I was goin to cash a
Def Jam check
She had some big ass breasts
I had to catch her like a shortstop on the
Mets A nigga high off a dime from
Gates and
Best Remember grandmother live on
Louis and
Lex I remember
Dirt Dog crashed his white
Lex I remember me and
Meth won a dice game against
Ghost and
Deck Remember
Portland had
Clyde Drex'
Remember 12
O' Clock is a vet
Big Dogs we put ' em to sleep, keep ' em on a leash
I move like days in a week
Niggaz don' t know the face and names on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain' t scared of the motherfuckin police RZA
Yo, yo Guns jammed up,
I' m cramed up in my lab
Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic
And two niggaz hooked on pussy
And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
And learned how operate the
Smith and the
Wesson Still cut class and played hookey
Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave ' em nookies
Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks
Big forehead, had ears like
Spock He was mightier than a truckload of gats
And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat Raekwon
What up kid?
Stay livin
Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen
And you survived ninth innin
The hood got us off the prop without women
All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this Madame D
Ain' t nothin but the real, yeah
Ain' t nothin but the real
Ain' t nothin but the real, yeah
Million dollar deals, rollin on
Chrome Wheels Prodical
Yeah, uhhuh, yeah Ain' t nothin but the real
This one' s on
P. Sunn, word up?
Yeah, uhhuh
We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life
While the we rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes like
Glen Rice
Made men think twice about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to hear
Write it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you can' t compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap
Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from
Phat Two On
Da Road, got them bitches screamin, " Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it' s like that Hook Madame D
Two On Da
Road, Bobby
Digital He' s a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no
Live it up, live it up
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no Hook Outro: Prodical over Madame D' s singing
Bang us in ya
Jeeps Shaolin!
Bobby Digital
Uhhuh, Sunn who?
Yeah Haha!
Yeah! Get that money y' all
Get that money y' all
Get that money y' all
Shout in pain
Uhhuh, yeah
Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin
Chrome Wheels 歌词
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