Got's Like Come On Thru Lyrics
| Song | Got's Like Come On Thru |
| Artist | Buddha Monk |
| Album | The Prophecy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dragon | |
| (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard & Drunken Dragon) | |
| (Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)) | |
| Ahahahaha | |
| Minds start to freeze, at ease | |
| Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez | |
| Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz | |
| Comin at yo' avenuez | |
| 36 chambaz at a theater near ya | |
| (To all my mutha****in niggaz in the place to be | |
| And lllllast man to me) | |
| We gon' take hip hop to anotha level | |
| (Chorus: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard) | |
| Wu, Gots like come on through | |
| Su, That's the call of the Wu | |
| Zu, Gots like come on through | |
| Su, That's the call for the Zu | |
| (Hook: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard) | |
| If your from the east coast and | |
| you're down with Brooklyn Zu | |
| Su, That's the call for your crew | |
| If your from the west coast and | |
| you're down with Brooklyn Zu | |
| Su, That's the call for your crew | |
| (Buddha Monk) | |
| Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple | |
| And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt's missle | |
| Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire | |
| Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher | |
| I get off even if its battle or war, yall niggaz hit the floor | |
| And word iz bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations | |
| So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the Zu | |
| domination | |
| We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble | |
| Honey rebels, and all yall niggaz betta end up in ****in Belleview | |
| Yo, I mean that, I'm a god and I cut you no slack | |
| You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back | |
| Your some lame ass nigga rockin Tommy Hilfiger | |
| With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger | |
| And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination | |
| You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Drunken Dragon - Zu Manchuz) | |
| Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist | |
| Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss | |
| I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul | |
| Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold | |
| I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink | |
| And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking | |
| I send your wack ass back to class, learn something | |
| So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting | |
| On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip | |
| When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips | |
| Hey son, I just thought about that shit | |
| And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick | |
| The Drunken Dragon, comin at you | |
| And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" cuz | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Buddha Monk) | |
| Back the **** up before I use my gat | |
| Spray two to your neck and four to your back | |
| It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina | |
| Look on my face it shows, no one meaner | |
| Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm | |
| I be in your area so sound the alarm | |
| Monks in the front know not to ****in drunk | |
| Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump | |
| Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel | |
| I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel | |
| For real, yes I get dirty with my skill | |
| No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up | |
| Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no ****in traces | |
| When I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated | |
| Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick | |
| Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick | |
| Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix | |
| I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cuz | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)) | |
| 1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av. | |
| Peace, to my nigga Wack | |
| (Its all good, its all bad | |
| Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally | |
| You'll neva see meeeeeee) | |
| Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu | |
| SUUUUUUUUUUU!! |
| zuo qu : Dragon | |
| feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard Drunken Dragon | |
| Intro: Buddha Monk, Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| Ahahahaha | |
| Minds start to freeze, at ease | |
| Its the WuTang Killa Beez | |
| Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz | |
| Comin at yo' avenuez | |
| 36 chambaz at a theater near ya | |
| To all my mutha in niggaz in the place to be | |
| And lllllast man to me | |
| We gon' take hip hop to anotha level | |
| Chorus: Buddha Monk Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| Wu, Gots like come on through | |
| Su, That' s the call of the Wu | |
| Zu, Gots like come on through | |
| Su, That' s the call for the Zu | |
| Hook: Buddha Monk Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| If your from the east coast and | |
| you' re down with Brooklyn Zu | |
| Su, That' s the call for your crew | |
| If your from the west coast and | |
| you' re down with Brooklyn Zu | |
| Su, That' s the call for your crew | |
| Buddha Monk | |
| Yo, I make myself official with the 7dotted temple | |
| And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt' s missle | |
| Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire | |
| Cut like barbfire, kaboom, just raise your hands higher | |
| I get off even if its battle or war, yall niggaz hit the floor | |
| And word iz bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations | |
| So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the Zu | |
| domination | |
| We could take it to anotha level, glockblock that kills treble | |
| Honey rebels, and all yall niggaz betta end up in in Belleview | |
| Yo, I mean that, I' m a god and I cut you no slack | |
| You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back | |
| Your some lame ass nigga rockin Tommy Hilfiger | |
| With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger | |
| And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination | |
| You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation | |
| Chorus | |
| Drunken Dragon Zu Manchuz | |
| Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist | |
| Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss | |
| I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul | |
| Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold | |
| I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink | |
| And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking | |
| I send your wack ass back to class, learn something | |
| So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting | |
| On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip | |
| When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips | |
| Hey son, I just thought about that shit | |
| And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick | |
| The Drunken Dragon, comin at you | |
| And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say " Yo, who you?" cuz | |
| Chorus | |
| Buddha Monk | |
| Back the up before I use my gat | |
| Spray two to your neck and four to your back | |
| It' s the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina | |
| Look on my face it shows, no one meaner | |
| Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm | |
| I be in your area so sound the alarm | |
| Monks in the front know not to in drunk | |
| Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump | |
| Shit is real, yes I' m hittin hard like steel | |
| I' m comin through your town so it' s best that you peel | |
| For real, yes I get dirty with my skill | |
| No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up | |
| Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no in traces | |
| When I put it on that ass you' ll be desintegrated | |
| Crazy lunatic with the style that' s sick | |
| Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick | |
| Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix | |
| I' m just like the devil, I don' t play no tricks, cuz | |
| Chorus | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: Buddha Monk, Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| 112, 441 Frankin Av. | |
| Peace, to my nigga Wack | |
| Its all good, its all bad | |
| Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally | |
| You' ll neva see meeeeeee | |
| Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu | |
| SUUUUUUUUUUU!! |
| zuò qǔ : Dragon | |
| feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard Drunken Dragon | |
| Intro: Buddha Monk, Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| Ahahahaha | |
| Minds start to freeze, at ease | |
| Its the WuTang Killa Beez | |
| Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz | |
| Comin at yo' avenuez | |
| 36 chambaz at a theater near ya | |
| To all my mutha in niggaz in the place to be | |
| And lllllast man to me | |
| We gon' take hip hop to anotha level | |
| Chorus: Buddha Monk Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| Wu, Gots like come on through | |
| Su, That' s the call of the Wu | |
| Zu, Gots like come on through | |
| Su, That' s the call for the Zu | |
| Hook: Buddha Monk Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| If your from the east coast and | |
| you' re down with Brooklyn Zu | |
| Su, That' s the call for your crew | |
| If your from the west coast and | |
| you' re down with Brooklyn Zu | |
| Su, That' s the call for your crew | |
| Buddha Monk | |
| Yo, I make myself official with the 7dotted temple | |
| And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt' s missle | |
| Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire | |
| Cut like barbfire, kaboom, just raise your hands higher | |
| I get off even if its battle or war, yall niggaz hit the floor | |
| And word iz bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations | |
| So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the Zu | |
| domination | |
| We could take it to anotha level, glockblock that kills treble | |
| Honey rebels, and all yall niggaz betta end up in in Belleview | |
| Yo, I mean that, I' m a god and I cut you no slack | |
| You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back | |
| Your some lame ass nigga rockin Tommy Hilfiger | |
| With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger | |
| And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination | |
| You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation | |
| Chorus | |
| Drunken Dragon Zu Manchuz | |
| Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist | |
| Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss | |
| I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul | |
| Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold | |
| I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink | |
| And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking | |
| I send your wack ass back to class, learn something | |
| So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting | |
| On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip | |
| When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips | |
| Hey son, I just thought about that shit | |
| And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick | |
| The Drunken Dragon, comin at you | |
| And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say " Yo, who you?" cuz | |
| Chorus | |
| Buddha Monk | |
| Back the up before I use my gat | |
| Spray two to your neck and four to your back | |
| It' s the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina | |
| Look on my face it shows, no one meaner | |
| Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm | |
| I be in your area so sound the alarm | |
| Monks in the front know not to in drunk | |
| Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump | |
| Shit is real, yes I' m hittin hard like steel | |
| I' m comin through your town so it' s best that you peel | |
| For real, yes I get dirty with my skill | |
| No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up | |
| Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no in traces | |
| When I put it on that ass you' ll be desintegrated | |
| Crazy lunatic with the style that' s sick | |
| Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick | |
| Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix | |
| I' m just like the devil, I don' t play no tricks, cuz | |
| Chorus | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: Buddha Monk, Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| 112, 441 Frankin Av. | |
| Peace, to my nigga Wack | |
| Its all good, its all bad | |
| Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally | |
| You' ll neva see meeeeeee | |
| Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu | |
| SUUUUUUUUUUU!! |
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