paroles de chanson Harbor Masters - Wu-Tang Clan
(Feat.
AZ)
[Ghostface
Killah]
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,
valour
headband,
Genova
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
[Chorus
2X:
Ghostface
Killah]
Cause
of
that,
I′mma
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
[AZ]
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
gear,
show
and
prove
How
I
move,
you
know
hammers
is
near,
never
fool
Appear
rude,
though
my
manners
is
there,
get
it
straight
Say
my
grace,
before
stuffing
my
face
[Chorus
2X:
AZ]
Cause
of
that,
I′mma
rock
this
show
tonight
Hustle
hard,
I'mma
get
that
dough
tonight
Crime
Money,
all
we
do
is
just
two
step
Slip
up,
and
get
your
whole
fucking
crew
wet
[Inspectah
Deck]
Fuck
the
radio,
the
corners
respect,
Soldier
I
I′mma
about
to
get
fly,
like
I'm
boarding
a
jet
Watch
your
mouth,
little
homey,
I
demolish
your
rep
I′m
like
Mohamed
Atta,
when
I'm
bombing
the
set
Bottom
line,
you
got
a
problem
with
Deck,
I′m
like
the
police
gun,
son
A
nigga
name
pop
in
the
'jects
Hate
in
your
blood,
green
eyes,
watching
my
step
I'm
all
money
like
the
Pres,
no
stopping
the
rest
This
is
Stones
and
grown
man
poking
his
chest
Play
hero
watch
the
K
blow
a
hole
in
your
vest
Why
I
flow
like
I
know
I′m
the
best,
cuz
I′m
spitting
the
piff
Half
of
ya'll
dudes
rollin′
with
stress
Come
and
see
me,
son,
you
know
the
address
10304
block
work,
first
homey,
show
me
the
checks
Hood
crooks
living
over
the
edge,
Ghost
saying
nah
That's
a
good
look,
focus,
respect,
yup
[Chorus
2X:
Inspectah
Deck]
Cause
of
that,
I′mma
rock
this
tonight
Light
your
weed,
pop
ya
ects',
let′s
go
tonight
House
Gang
on
the
dance
floor,
two
step
You
out
of
line,
get
your
lame
ass
crew
wet
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