Song | Chrome Wheels |
Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
Album | Iron Flag |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |