歌曲 | Wisdom Body |
歌手 | Raekwon |
专辑 | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Diggs, Woods | |
Intro:_the mack_ | |
No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know | |
I keep em broke | |
Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know? | |
I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that | |
You know, but no dough | |
When i get a bitch, i got a bitch (right on) | |
Lyrics: ghostface | |
Word up, that mother****in brother wise | |
Youknowhati'msayin? teachin the uncivilized | |
Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep | |
Word up, check his technique, yeah | |
I be ghostface | |
Flippin the, marvelous track | |
Yeah | |
You know the steelo, but yo, yo | |
Check the bangin sounds that i invent | |
Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went | |
They couldn't match up with the fly nigga | |
Wit his back against the wall | |
Heads clapped once i came in the door | |
I played the speaker, sippin on kahlua | |
Saw this bad bitch wit a switch | |
And yo, i had to step to her in a manner | |
And rather wished the current was warm | |
When i had reached her, i looked and knew the shit was on | |
Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself | |
Yo, i'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf | |
Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun | |
Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun | |
Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss em | |
Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin | |
Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline | |
Physical form is well complexed | |
And yo, i love your outline, boo | |
Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile | |
Enough to make a hard rock smile | |
You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong | |
You rockin' labels - tommy hil down to claiborne | |
Show me some love hon, show me some love boo | |
Show me the vibe and i'll be more than glad to shoot it through | |
Aiyyo peep it, i know you love victoria's secret | |
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how i freak it | |
Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash | |
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass | |
Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust | |
And yo, your stee is high potent, yo | |
We can go the distance, i put you under wings | |
From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings | |
I walked a hot arabian desert, barefooted | |
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it | |
Word up, yo, straight up and down yo | |
Check the joint, baby | |
It be the wu-tang production | |
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit | |
And brothas catchin repercussions | |
Yo, straight up |
zuo ci : Diggs, Woods | |
Intro: _the mack_ | |
No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know | |
I keep em broke | |
Wake up one morning with some money they' re subject to go crazy you know? | |
I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that | |
You know, but no dough | |
When i get a bitch, i got a bitch right on | |
Lyrics: ghostface | |
Word up, that mother in brother wise | |
Youknowhati' msayin? teachin the uncivilized | |
Yeah, runnin the streets, know it' s deep | |
Word up, check his technique, yeah | |
I be ghostface | |
Flippin the, marvelous track | |
Yeah | |
You know the steelo, but yo, yo | |
Check the bangin sounds that i invent | |
Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went | |
They couldn' t match up with the fly nigga | |
Wit his back against the wall | |
Heads clapped once i came in the door | |
I played the speaker, sippin on kahlua | |
Saw this bad bitch wit a switch | |
And yo, i had to step to her in a manner | |
And rather wished the current was warm | |
When i had reached her, i looked and knew the shit was on | |
Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself | |
Yo, i' m the man, and honey, you' ve been rated top shelf | |
Yo, what' s your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun | |
Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun | |
Never diss em, it' s hard for a nigga just to miss em | |
Especially, when you' re browsin, goin fishin | |
Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline | |
Physical form is well complexed | |
And yo, i love your outline, boo | |
Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile | |
Enough to make a hard rock smile | |
You can' t strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong | |
You rockin' labels tommy hil down to claiborne | |
Show me some love hon, show me some love boo | |
Show me the vibe and i' ll be more than glad to shoot it through | |
Aiyyo peep it, i know you love victoria' s secret | |
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how i freak it | |
Plus, see you' re the type to make a nigga crash | |
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby' s ass | |
Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust | |
And yo, your stee is high potent, yo | |
We can go the distance, i put you under wings | |
From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings | |
I walked a hot arabian desert, barefooted | |
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it | |
Word up, yo, straight up and down yo | |
Check the joint, baby | |
It be the wutang production | |
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit | |
And brothas catchin repercussions | |
Yo, straight up |
zuò cí : Diggs, Woods | |
Intro: _the mack_ | |
No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know | |
I keep em broke | |
Wake up one morning with some money they' re subject to go crazy you know? | |
I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that | |
You know, but no dough | |
When i get a bitch, i got a bitch right on | |
Lyrics: ghostface | |
Word up, that mother in brother wise | |
Youknowhati' msayin? teachin the uncivilized | |
Yeah, runnin the streets, know it' s deep | |
Word up, check his technique, yeah | |
I be ghostface | |
Flippin the, marvelous track | |
Yeah | |
You know the steelo, but yo, yo | |
Check the bangin sounds that i invent | |
Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went | |
They couldn' t match up with the fly nigga | |
Wit his back against the wall | |
Heads clapped once i came in the door | |
I played the speaker, sippin on kahlua | |
Saw this bad bitch wit a switch | |
And yo, i had to step to her in a manner | |
And rather wished the current was warm | |
When i had reached her, i looked and knew the shit was on | |
Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself | |
Yo, i' m the man, and honey, you' ve been rated top shelf | |
Yo, what' s your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun | |
Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun | |
Never diss em, it' s hard for a nigga just to miss em | |
Especially, when you' re browsin, goin fishin | |
Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline | |
Physical form is well complexed | |
And yo, i love your outline, boo | |
Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile | |
Enough to make a hard rock smile | |
You can' t strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong | |
You rockin' labels tommy hil down to claiborne | |
Show me some love hon, show me some love boo | |
Show me the vibe and i' ll be more than glad to shoot it through | |
Aiyyo peep it, i know you love victoria' s secret | |
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how i freak it | |
Plus, see you' re the type to make a nigga crash | |
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby' s ass | |
Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust | |
And yo, your stee is high potent, yo | |
We can go the distance, i put you under wings | |
From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings | |
I walked a hot arabian desert, barefooted | |
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it | |
Word up, yo, straight up and down yo | |
Check the joint, baby | |
It be the wutang production | |
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit | |
And brothas catchin repercussions | |
Yo, straight up |