paroles de chanson Pearl Harbor - Method Man , Ghostface Killah , Wu-Tang
Form
better
niggas,
club
night,
no
sparkles
Forty
wolves
on
deck
with
burners
in
their
snorkel
Criminology,
pea
soup
Wallabees
Ghostface
Killahs
with
degrees
in
gynecology/gun-ecology
(Yeah)
Shoot
your
old
lady
in
her
privacy
(Word)
A
bunch
of
ho-ho-hoes
wanna
ride
with
me
(Go
Santa)
I'm
caught
up
in
these
strong-arm
robberies
Flee
with
the
lottery,
these
pussy
niggas
shot
at
me
Yo,
you
ever
been
face-fucked
with
a
four-fifth?
Sweating,
facial
expression
is
stressing
like
'oh
shit'
That's
the
shit
that
I
don't
like
Non-rappin'
rappers
in
the
booth
and
they
don't
write
Fuckin'
stupid
ass
rappers
Acting
out
of
their
character,
I
shoot
and
stab
rappers
P!
What
it
do,
nigga?
I
fucks
with
Wu-Tang
and
a
couple
of
new
niggas
I
don't
weirdo
with
queer
clothes
I
share
flows,
when
it
enter
your
earhole
Shit,
it's
a
thing
of
pure
beauty
Everything
that's
spittin'
is
written
by
yours
truly
Nigga,
when
Sean
write
hard
Niggas
do
anything
for
it
like
Klondike
Bars
Pa,
I'm
the
greatest
of
all-time
How
should
we
forget
the
latest
with
Alzheim's?
Form
better
niggas,
club
night,
no
sparkles
Forty
wolves
on
deck
with
burners
in
their
snorkel
Criminology,
pea
soup
Wallabees
Ghostface
Killahs
with
degrees
in
gynecology/gun-ecology
(Yeah)
Shoot
your
old
lady
in
her
privacy
(Word)
A
bunch
of
ho-ho-hoes
wanna
ride
with
me
(Go
Santa)
I'm
caught
up
in
these
strong-arm
robberies
Flee
with
the
lottery,
these
pussy
niggas
shot
at
me
Since,
birth,
I've
been
a
fast
learner,
ask
my
earth
That's
my
mama,
kept
a
burner
in
her
purse
This
murder
in
the
first
Whatcha
thought,
that
was
the
gift?
That's
the
curse
I
put
everythang
on
it,
that's
'The
works'
I'm
in
it
for
the
perks
'Cause
it's
not
about
the
image,
it's
the
thirst
And
how
they
kill
your
image
with
a
verse
A
hater
get
it
worse
I'm
telling
every
member
of
your
church
They
gon'
have
to
put
your
image
on
a
shirt
'Til
I
finish
my
dessert,
nobody
eatin'
That's
everybody,
I
mean
anybody
I
might
leave
somebody
bleedin'
Or
watch
me
catch
a
homi',
even
hit
you
in
the
lobby
Shotty
pop
ya
like
a
molly,
probably
leave
you
hardly
breathin'
Don't
try
to
Blaze
with
Johnny
even
if
you
got
an
army
Dirty
money
in
the
laundry,
don't
ask
why,
I
got
my
reasons
I
puff
that
Bob
Marley,
might
hit
you
with
the
Tommy
You
can
catch
me
in
the
party
near
the
speaker
not
speakin'
Form
better
niggas,
club
night,
no
sparkles
Forty
wolves
on
deck
with
burners
in
their
snorkel
Criminology,
pea
soup
Wallabees
Ghostface
Killahs
with
degrees
in
gynecology/gun-ecology
(Yeah)
Shoot
your
old
lady
in
her
privacy
(Word)
A
bunch
of
ho-ho-hoes
wanna
ride
with
me
(Go
Santa)
I'm
caught
up
in
these
strong-arm
robberies
Flee
with
the
lottery,
these
pussy
niggas
shot
at
me
Pass
any
test
of
litmus,
workout
at
24-Hour
Fitness
On
the
weekend,
I'm
sipping
Belvedere
with
that
citrus
My
dogs
is
vicious,
exotic
nympho
broad
for
my
mistress
Life
is
good,
live
every
day
like
it
is
Christmas
Happy
New
Year—I
do
what
the
fuck
I
wanna
do
here,
nigga
Splash
the
handcrafted
Gucci
from
the
shirt
to
the
shoe
wear
I
crush
the
rings
out,
wife-beater
tee
with
no
wings
out
I
got
stamina,
I'll
long-dick
a
bird
'til
she
sings
out
La-la-la-la,
Bobby
Dig
convert
Lady
Gaga
Back
to
heterosexual,
I'm
classic
like
Impala
Plus,
I'm
federal,
when
it
comes
to
making
dollars
Like
Jiggaman,
nigga,
if
you
hear
me,
fuckin'
holla
Power
rings
like
the
Green
Lantern,
last
seen
in
a
mean
Phantom
In
the
valley
of
Ohio,
outside
the
town
of
Canton
Or
the
grotty
body
projects
in
the
Killa
Hills
of
Staten
Saw
a
redbone
in
my
shower
just
looking
like
Paula
Patton
Form
better
niggas,
club
night,
no
sparkles
Forty
wolves
on
deck
with
burners
in
their
snorkel
Criminology,
pea
soup
Wallabees
Ghostface
Killahs
with
degrees
in
gynecology/gun-ecology
(Yeah)
Shoot
your
old
lady
in
her
privacy
(Word)
A
bunch
of
ho-ho-hoes
wanna
ride
with
me
(Go
Santa)
I'm
caught
up
in
these
strong-arm
robberies
Flee
with
the
lottery,
these
pussy
niggas
shot
at
me
Form
better
niggas,
club
night,
no
sparkles
Forty
wolves
on
deck
with
burners
in
their
snorkel
Criminology,
pea
soup
Wallabees
Ghostface
Killahs
with
degrees
in
gynecology/gun-ecology
Shoot
your
old
lady
in
her
privacy
A
bunch
of
ho-ho-hoes
wanna
ride
with
me
(Go
Santa)
I'm
caught
up
in
these
strong-arm
robberies
Flee
with
the
lottery,
these
pussy
niggas
shot
at
me
Form
better
niggas,
club
night,
no
sparkles
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