Golden Sands 歌词
| 歌曲 | Golden Sands |
| 歌手 | Wu-Syndicate |
| 专辑 | Wu-Syndicate |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：myalansky (joe mafia) | |
| Damn, va hot as a bitch yo (word up) | |
| Common will state though (son, that shit is fucked up) | |
| Was in the court room the other day, | |
| They try to give a nigga a hundred years (word) | |
| They can't do all that time man, some common will shit | |
| I know they trying to do though | |
| They trying to snatch us up the street | |
| So they can reproduce their seeds through are women | |
| Shit is hot, it's the golden sands | |
| {myalansky} | |
| Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation | |
| Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization | |
| Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci | |
| Rags of gucci, down at carantang, true see | |
| They got no proof from daddy type manuevers | |
| Down so low, operations moves through the sewers | |
| Fuck the three crops, busy saleet shit is stock | |
| Making cheese, run and flew the scene, megatrees a pot | |
| Locked in storage, steady moving forward | |
| Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright | |
| It's trife, sending mom through kites from natural life | |
| Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a | |
| Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager | |
| Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions | |
| Johnny coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison | |
| Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners | |
| Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you | |
| Greesy moves under alias names | |
| You catching no sleep, it's hot in these streets | |
| The golden sands | |
| Chorus | |
| {joe mafia} | |
| In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan't grands | |
| Eight fifties, drop tops and lex lands | |
| We throwing darts, what? and got some big plans | |
| Living life in the golden sands | |
| {myalansky} | |
| In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah | |
| We see you shining pushing gx lex with girls | |
| Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand | |
| Living life in the golden sand | |
| {joe mafia} | |
| Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo | |
| Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol | |
| Suit the hand sand, fly genie bitches with fans | |
| Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame | |
| Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage | |
| Catch to clap you if you ask emmitt | |
| Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas | |
| Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best | |
| I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics | |
| And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics | |
| Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler | |
| Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar? | |
| I execute ambasadors, clapping | |
| Hammers as thor, sparking eight east wars | |
| So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets | |
| Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips | |
| Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic | |
| Ill crafted, to spread malice | |
| My team max it, legacies for milleniums | |
| Wu-syndicate, emblems more feared then benjamins | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: myalansky joe mafia | |
| Damn, va hot as a bitch yo word up | |
| Common will state though son, that shit is fucked up | |
| Was in the court room the other day, | |
| They try to give a nigga a hundred years word | |
| They can' t do all that time man, some common will shit | |
| I know they trying to do though | |
| They trying to snatch us up the street | |
| So they can reproduce their seeds through are women | |
| Shit is hot, it' s the golden sands | |
| myalansky | |
| Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation | |
| Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization | |
| Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci | |
| Rags of gucci, down at carantang, true see | |
| They got no proof from daddy type manuevers | |
| Down so low, operations moves through the sewers | |
| Fuck the three crops, busy saleet shit is stock | |
| Making cheese, run and flew the scene, megatrees a pot | |
| Locked in storage, steady moving forward | |
| Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright | |
| It' s trife, sending mom through kites from natural life | |
| Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta statea | |
| Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager | |
| Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions | |
| Johnny coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison | |
| Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners | |
| Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you | |
| Greesy moves under alias names | |
| You catching no sleep, it' s hot in these streets | |
| The golden sands | |
| Chorus | |
| joe mafia | |
| In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan' t grands | |
| Eight fifties, drop tops and lex lands | |
| We throwing darts, what? and got some big plans | |
| Living life in the golden sands | |
| myalansky | |
| In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah | |
| We see you shining pushing gx lex with girls | |
| Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand | |
| Living life in the golden sand | |
| joe mafia | |
| Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo | |
| Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol | |
| Suit the hand sand, fly genie bitches with fans | |
| Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame | |
| Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage | |
| Catch to clap you if you ask emmitt | |
| Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas | |
| Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best | |
| I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics | |
| And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics | |
| Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler | |
| Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar? | |
| I execute ambasadors, clapping | |
| Hammers as thor, sparking eight east wars | |
| So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets | |
| Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips | |
| Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic | |
| Ill crafted, to spread malice | |
| My team max it, legacies for milleniums | |
| Wusyndicate, emblems more feared then benjamins | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: myalansky joe mafia | |
| Damn, va hot as a bitch yo word up | |
| Common will state though son, that shit is fucked up | |
| Was in the court room the other day, | |
| They try to give a nigga a hundred years word | |
| They can' t do all that time man, some common will shit | |
| I know they trying to do though | |
| They trying to snatch us up the street | |
| So they can reproduce their seeds through are women | |
| Shit is hot, it' s the golden sands | |
| myalansky | |
| Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation | |
| Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization | |
| Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci | |
| Rags of gucci, down at carantang, true see | |
| They got no proof from daddy type manuevers | |
| Down so low, operations moves through the sewers | |
| Fuck the three crops, busy saleet shit is stock | |
| Making cheese, run and flew the scene, megatrees a pot | |
| Locked in storage, steady moving forward | |
| Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright | |
| It' s trife, sending mom through kites from natural life | |
| Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta statea | |
| Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager | |
| Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions | |
| Johnny coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison | |
| Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners | |
| Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you | |
| Greesy moves under alias names | |
| You catching no sleep, it' s hot in these streets | |
| The golden sands | |
| Chorus | |
| joe mafia | |
| In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan' t grands | |
| Eight fifties, drop tops and lex lands | |
| We throwing darts, what? and got some big plans | |
| Living life in the golden sands | |
| myalansky | |
| In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah | |
| We see you shining pushing gx lex with girls | |
| Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand | |
| Living life in the golden sand | |
| joe mafia | |
| Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo | |
| Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol | |
| Suit the hand sand, fly genie bitches with fans | |
| Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame | |
| Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage | |
| Catch to clap you if you ask emmitt | |
| Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas | |
| Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best | |
| I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics | |
| And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics | |
| Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler | |
| Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar? | |
| I execute ambasadors, clapping | |
| Hammers as thor, sparking eight east wars | |
| So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets | |
| Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips | |
| Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic | |
| Ill crafted, to spread malice | |
| My team max it, legacies for milleniums | |
| Wusyndicate, emblems more feared then benjamins | |
| Chorus |
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