paroles de chanson All Flowers (Exclusive Mix) - Method Man , Raekwon , Inspectah Deck , Wu-Tang Clan , GhostFace
Huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
hah,
hah,
hah,
hah,
hah,
hah
Yeah,
yeah,
y'know,
tranquilise,
tranqulise
Yeah,
yeah,
yo,
Ghostface
(C'mon)
Raekwon,
Meth
See
me
in
the
club,
got
a
gun
on
my
Lex
Select
paper
and
invade
all
the
illest
niggas
Tally
up
pen,
yo,
Live
Crew
meetin'
Layin'
in
the
lab
with
rolls
o'
fly
Mo-et
ho
All
niggas
eatin'
(Woah)
Wreckin'
ball
gangsters,
unleash
the
law
Straight
up,
colorful
drawers,
bad
whores
On
the
weekend
eat
a
raw
style
like
Flounder
Fuckin'
wit'
mine
or
how
we
design
My
niggas
might
find
ya
Layin'
in
the
tropics,
big
dick
shit
on
park
They
way
his
Clarks
look,
niggas
on
top
it
Movin'
out,
colored
Durangos
switch
to
me,
broke
That's
how
I
picture
rich
niggas
with
the
same
coats
All
rich
niggas
with
the
same
coke
You
can
catch
us
cruisin'
all
on
a
ship
Fully
equipped,
on
a
Star
Tac,
callin'
a
bitch
How
much
you
get,
when
that
Absolute
and
Hennesey
mix
(Ultimate,
ultimate)
Wu
shit,
my
whole
click
(Ultimate,
ultimate)
Rubba-dub,
ass
in
the
club,
showin'
me
love
Sayin'
"Peace"
to
the
nigga
that
thug,
I
got
the
drugs
And
the
.38,
snub-nose,
strikin'
a
pose
Baby
girl,
threw
a
drink
on
my
clothes,
the
new
Girbaud's
Lewis
Fritz,
Hot
Nikks,
nigga
what's
happenin'?
Any
shit,
holdin'
my
dick,
smokin'
a
clip,
thanks
for
askin'
Mashin',
the
latest
fashion
Dance
floor
packed
with
whites,
blacks
and
Latins
All
N
Together,
together
for
worship
better
Now
I
put
it
down
whether
its
Methy,
Method,
or
Meth-Tical
Rock,
skate,
roll,
bounce
I'm
bound
to
wreck
ya
body
as
they
turn
the
party
out
All
magazine's
lit,
the
fly
life
we
live
The
lingo
is
to
let
y'all
niggas
know
High
niggas
rent,
I'm
set
like
nuh,
purple
and
the
new
Lex
Trifle
and
work,
let's
murder
everything
that
Wu
wanted
sent
(You
betta)
(Come
on,
come
on)
And
my
mouth
stay
dry
'cos
I
swallow
the
struggle
I
might
connect
you
to
a
VCR,
after
they
plug
you
I'm
not
a
gangsta,
I
hate
thugs
too
I'm
just
a
nigga
that
painted
a
picture
without
a
paintbrush
too
Without
a
paintbrush
too
Bulletproof
Wallets,
20
t'ya
kids
that
says
made
outta
Korea
Top
Sear,
got's
to
be
a
lot
to
see
a
rock
Be
beamed
up
behind
the
stove
Askin'
how
Maria
pop
Leah
Cursed
out
Leah,
burst
out
a
purse
with
the
Gods
you
jeer
From
Star's
Pizzeria,
peace,
hate
to
be
ya
Especially
when
the
shots
ring
off
in
slow
motion
When
yo'
head
hit
the
meter
You
lost
two
leaders,
at
the
same
case
speeder
Peter
slid
through
shook
'em
down
for
his
reefer
James
chased
Theresa
with
a
hatchet
on
Easter
Two
murders
in
the
'hood,
we
call
'em
double
features
Watch
how
I
eat
this,
freak
the
best
teacher
At
the
prayer
with
the
preacher
I
get
skeet
in
the
bleachers
And
your
girl,
I
might
eat
her
I'm
a
lover,
not
a
biter
(Well,
yeah)
I
still
catch
her
for
a
piece
He's
as
good
as
the
rest
of
'em
And
as
bad
as
the
worst
So
don't
hate
me
You'd
better
move
over,
yeah
(Yeah,
yeah)
Eah,
fuckin'
idiots
Yo,
uh,
uh,
wallets
motherfuckers
That's
right,
all
my
shit
is
bulletproof
Stoop
for
the
bulletproof
(Yeah)
Yeah,
Projects
(Yeah)
Bulletproof
wallets
(DJ,
DJ)
On
yo'
ass
nigga,
you
heard?
Dirt-ass
niggas,
ya
niggas
ain't
got
a
chance
Stadio,
one-three
Word
up,
ya
now
dead
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