Song | Glocko Pop |
Artist | RZA |
Album | Digital Bullet |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Charles, Diggs, Smith, Turner | |
Digital Electronics | |
So we gon' check the 25th caller | |
Caller? Hello? | |
Caller, you're on the air, yeah, hello? | |
You're on the air, sweetheart, hello, yeah, | |
I'd like to make a request, yeah, | |
I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah | |
That means somethin' that's gonna keep me up and turn me on | |
Well, I got this new joint, the | |
Glocko Pop, | |
Glocko Pop? | |
Yeah, Glocko | |
Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my | |
GodHere it is, just for you, sugar | |
Bobby Digital back on the set | |
Watch girl's pussies get wet wet wet wet | |
Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop | |
Hip-hop you just can't stop stop stop | |
Watch my glock glock glock glock | |
It goes pop pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
His rugged go pop pop pop | |
My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
Bob Digi-tech live in effect | |
You just didn't expect | |
One man to come along and bring a new song | |
To break your barrier down, | |
You can't carry the sound | |
Buckwild juvenile from | |
Shaolin Island, what? | |
What?Who wants to get violent? | |
Remain silent | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
My son go pop pop pop | |
My gun go pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
One love, go pop pop pop | |
His love go pop pop pop | |
Yo, who wanna play the hero? | |
Your chances are slim | |
Less than zero, | |
Shaolin laboratory friend | |
That's the shit though, came to satisfy but can't get no | |
Sound pasified from the get-go, | |
Cuban neckties for you | |
KikoOnly carry mines for protection | |
The hoods like the | |
Wild West | |
I reckonHold up a second, lost my breathe and | |
Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' | |
Mr. Method runnin' in your session | |
With nothin' but my words as my weapon | |
And twenty-eight years of aggression | |
Do it for my people when | |
I take it back | |
Like I'm repo-man, agent double 'o' negro | |
Know who I am? | |
No, I don't give a damn | |
Evil, flash ya crooked | |
I like I'm eagle | |
Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans | |
From a smoked pipe, drink it down like | |
SedanThis is how ya enter the | |
Wu-Tang Clan, yeah36 | |
Chambers, you're pu-tang man, word | |
Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah | |
Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word | |
That's how it is | |
You could ask | |
RZ-AThe rain, hail or snow | |
I deliverD | |
J, that music just turns me on | |
The marvelous bone crushin' assassin | |
Appears to be blind in glasses | |
Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin | |
Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' | |
Shadows sweapens | |
Vanishin' the book of instruction | |
Fuckin' with the | |
Wu-Tang Production | |
Is Lord to all who come and see | |
My art too deadly to teach, | |
Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point | |
Slendid, hand | |
Swingin' Sword recommended | |
Slice through the bone intended | |
Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection | |
Mic-phone swing like numb stick to scar | |
Mohammed Ali, | |
Mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea | |
Dead sea, | |
DigiYo, my mind keeps playin' tricks, | |
I'm caught up in | |
The Matrix | |
Digital mould, your flows is all wasted | |
You smoke weed with seeds, | |
I crush mines and lace it | |
Two tokes a pass, kid it's all wasted | |
I know you lust, so relax and be patient | |
As soon as | |
I spark the stem, ya all taste it | |
Number one on the charts, it's time to erase it | |
Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it | |
DJ, that music just turns me on | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
His love go pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
DJ, that music just turns me on |
zuo ci : Charles, Diggs, Smith, Turner | |
Digital Electronics | |
So we gon' check the 25th caller | |
Caller? Hello? | |
Caller, you' re on the air, yeah, hello? | |
You' re on the air, sweetheart, hello, yeah, | |
I' d like to make a request, yeah, | |
I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah | |
That means somethin' that' s gonna keep me up and turn me on | |
Well, I got this new joint, the | |
Glocko Pop, | |
Glocko Pop? | |
Yeah, Glocko | |
Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my | |
GodHere it is, just for you, sugar | |
Bobby Digital back on the set | |
Watch girl' s pussies get wet wet wet wet | |
Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop | |
Hiphop you just can' t stop stop stop | |
Watch my glock glock glock glock | |
It goes pop pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
His rugged go pop pop pop | |
My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
Bob Digitech live in effect | |
You just didn' t expect | |
One man to come along and bring a new song | |
To break your barrier down, | |
You can' t carry the sound | |
Buckwild juvenile from | |
Shaolin Island, what? | |
What? Who wants to get violent? | |
Remain silent | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
My son go pop pop pop | |
My gun go pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
One love, go pop pop pop | |
His love go pop pop pop | |
Yo, who wanna play the hero? | |
Your chances are slim | |
Less than zero, | |
Shaolin laboratory friend | |
That' s the shit though, came to satisfy but can' t get no | |
Sound pasified from the getgo, | |
Cuban neckties for you | |
KikoOnly carry mines for protection | |
The hoods like the | |
Wild West | |
I reckonHold up a second, lost my breathe and | |
Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' | |
Mr. Method runnin' in your session | |
With nothin' but my words as my weapon | |
And twentyeight years of aggression | |
Do it for my people when | |
I take it back | |
Like I' m repoman, agent double ' o' negro | |
Know who I am? | |
No, I don' t give a damn | |
Evil, flash ya crooked | |
I like I' m eagle | |
Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans | |
From a smoked pipe, drink it down like | |
SedanThis is how ya enter the | |
WuTang Clan, yeah36 | |
Chambers, you' re putang man, word | |
Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah | |
Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word | |
That' s how it is | |
You could ask | |
RZAThe rain, hail or snow | |
I deliverD | |
J, that music just turns me on | |
The marvelous bone crushin' assassin | |
Appears to be blind in glasses | |
Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin | |
Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' | |
Shadows sweapens | |
Vanishin' the book of instruction | |
Fuckin' with the | |
WuTang Production | |
Is Lord to all who come and see | |
My art too deadly to teach, | |
Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point | |
Slendid, hand | |
Swingin' Sword recommended | |
Slice through the bone intended | |
Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection | |
Micphone swing like numb stick to scar | |
Mohammed Ali, | |
Mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea | |
Dead sea, | |
DigiYo, my mind keeps playin' tricks, | |
I' m caught up in | |
The Matrix | |
Digital mould, your flows is all wasted | |
You smoke weed with seeds, | |
I crush mines and lace it | |
Two tokes a pass, kid it' s all wasted | |
I know you lust, so relax and be patient | |
As soon as | |
I spark the stem, ya all taste it | |
Number one on the charts, it' s time to erase it | |
Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it | |
DJ, that music just turns me on | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
His love go pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
DJ, that music just turns me on |
zuò cí : Charles, Diggs, Smith, Turner | |
Digital Electronics | |
So we gon' check the 25th caller | |
Caller? Hello? | |
Caller, you' re on the air, yeah, hello? | |
You' re on the air, sweetheart, hello, yeah, | |
I' d like to make a request, yeah, | |
I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah | |
That means somethin' that' s gonna keep me up and turn me on | |
Well, I got this new joint, the | |
Glocko Pop, | |
Glocko Pop? | |
Yeah, Glocko | |
Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my | |
GodHere it is, just for you, sugar | |
Bobby Digital back on the set | |
Watch girl' s pussies get wet wet wet wet | |
Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop | |
Hiphop you just can' t stop stop stop | |
Watch my glock glock glock glock | |
It goes pop pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
His rugged go pop pop pop | |
My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
Bob Digitech live in effect | |
You just didn' t expect | |
One man to come along and bring a new song | |
To break your barrier down, | |
You can' t carry the sound | |
Buckwild juvenile from | |
Shaolin Island, what? | |
What? Who wants to get violent? | |
Remain silent | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
My son go pop pop pop | |
My gun go pop pop pop | |
His Glocko pop pop pop | |
One love, go pop pop pop | |
His love go pop pop pop | |
Yo, who wanna play the hero? | |
Your chances are slim | |
Less than zero, | |
Shaolin laboratory friend | |
That' s the shit though, came to satisfy but can' t get no | |
Sound pasified from the getgo, | |
Cuban neckties for you | |
KikoOnly carry mines for protection | |
The hoods like the | |
Wild West | |
I reckonHold up a second, lost my breathe and | |
Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' | |
Mr. Method runnin' in your session | |
With nothin' but my words as my weapon | |
And twentyeight years of aggression | |
Do it for my people when | |
I take it back | |
Like I' m repoman, agent double ' o' negro | |
Know who I am? | |
No, I don' t give a damn | |
Evil, flash ya crooked | |
I like I' m eagle | |
Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans | |
From a smoked pipe, drink it down like | |
SedanThis is how ya enter the | |
WuTang Clan, yeah36 | |
Chambers, you' re putang man, word | |
Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah | |
Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word | |
That' s how it is | |
You could ask | |
RZAThe rain, hail or snow | |
I deliverD | |
J, that music just turns me on | |
The marvelous bone crushin' assassin | |
Appears to be blind in glasses | |
Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin | |
Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' | |
Shadows sweapens | |
Vanishin' the book of instruction | |
Fuckin' with the | |
WuTang Production | |
Is Lord to all who come and see | |
My art too deadly to teach, | |
Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point | |
Slendid, hand | |
Swingin' Sword recommended | |
Slice through the bone intended | |
Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection | |
Micphone swing like numb stick to scar | |
Mohammed Ali, | |
Mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea | |
Dead sea, | |
DigiYo, my mind keeps playin' tricks, | |
I' m caught up in | |
The Matrix | |
Digital mould, your flows is all wasted | |
You smoke weed with seeds, | |
I crush mines and lace it | |
Two tokes a pass, kid it' s all wasted | |
I know you lust, so relax and be patient | |
As soon as | |
I spark the stem, ya all taste it | |
Number one on the charts, it' s time to erase it | |
Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it | |
DJ, that music just turns me on | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
His love go pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
My Glocko pop pop pop | |
DJ, that music just turns me on |