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Harbor Masters

アーティスト:Wu-Tang Clan  アルバム:Other Releases 

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Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East Polo drawers, velour headband, Geneva convertible couch In the back with the two nightstands I'm the man, nigga, when I come through dressing rooms Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag of shrooms And a nice suite, room service every five minutes I need a foot massage, tell the massause She can't do it for me, do it for God I got the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred Under my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ 'Cause of that I'ma rock the show tonight The Twat Team gon' get those hoes tonight That's Theodore shit if you in your whip Two step, you slipped, get your whole crew wet 'Cause of that I'ma rock the show tonight The Twat Team gon' get those hoes tonight That's Theodore shit if you in your whip Two step, you slipped, get your whole crew wet Stand like the Eiffel, move spiteful Sport the Nike shoe, nice with the mic since high school Fuck who like who, fend to not, niggas, trifeful Plot cycles to get dough, it's so delightful Criminal IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view This is what I do, pioneer, my peeps power rule Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition This beat is sorta proof to listen and hear the real So you New Jack niggas kneel, sit it still Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill, fix your grill It's ill, seen the game vanish in air From Delores to the glamourest


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