paroles de chanson Laced Cheeba - Sean Price , Trife Diesel , GhostFace , Wu-Tang
Good!
That
is
why
he
waited,
so
all
my
power
would
dwindle
My
power
has
diminished
Then
he
come
to
kill
me!
Yes,
but-
I
know
your
kung
fu
is
still
very
good
If
you
practice
again
No-one
could
possibly
be
your
match!
Oh,
the
ancient
weapon!
Fierce,
I
travel
across
seas
on
glaciers
4 shoguns
that
got
fucked
by
geishas
Still
gracious,
still
able
to
spit
out
darts
Just
grew
tougher
skin
for
swimming
With
the
sharks.
Broken
ankle
Fucking
with
the
wallabee
clarks
Got
them
bitches
still
screaming
my
name
"Waddup
Starks?"
I'm
a
bone-crusher
Ox'll
split
your
face
like
a
Dutch
Master
No
more
mixes
- polar
bears
from
Alaska
With
sharkskin
Air
Max's
and
igloos
of
ice
Rocks
clumped
up
like
overcooked
rice
I'm
nice,
you
the
reason
why
the
game
went
soft
Bland
niggas
I
come
through
and
season
your
broth
Like
Mr.
Dash,
I
blast,
I'm
a
Menace
like
Dennis
Young
Ghost,
in
the
bathroom
a
6-month
sentence
Rehabilitated,
back
in
the
yard,
flying
heads
With
barbed
wires,
stay
tying
niggas
to
beds
Everybody
get
paid
Everybody
get
laid
All
these
bitches
dirty
Everybody
got
AIDS
Everybody
get
played
Everybody
get
sprayed
Everybody
do
what
I
say
Everybody
my
maid
P
- crack-selling
black
felon
That
clap
"rat
tat
tat
tat
tat"
melons
Some
thugs
- one
gun,
one
slug
Shot-caller,
like
"yo
let
me
speak
to
young
Mugs"
Listen,
it's
Mandela,
pa
I
grab
wack
emcees,
I
smack
em
hella-hard
I
kill
niggas
with
the
birdy
blick
banger
My
Wu-Tang
niggas
call
me
the
36th
Chamber
"Lyrical
miracle
spiritual"
rap
dudes
Get
smacked
off
their
skateboard
for
not
paying
rap
dues
P
- call
me
the
gatekeeper
Break
heaters
on
your
face,
smoking
laced
cheeba
She
want
a
thug,
not
the
lawyer-type
A
golden
boy
employed
to
promote
and
write
Sort
of
like
an
ill
De
La
Hoya
fight
I'm
eating
good,
enjoying
life
Flawless
ice,
with
the
bag
of
flawless
white
With
no
strings
attached,
pull
this
might
Toy
with
my
S550
with
the
raw
pipe
Peeling
off
like
snakeskin
Watch
the
cobra
bite
Overnight
success
story
Going
jet
for
me,
you
rep
Wally
That's
why
your
cassette's
corny
Your
money
too
short
for
long
convo
You
in
the
game
hurting,
tryna
play
Rajon
Rondo.
Millionaire
swag
Peep
your
boys
ensemble
Jewels
heavy,
Prince
Akeem,
coming
to
America,
et
cetera
Whoever
said
the
kite
is
a
messenger
Cause
I
think
like
the
man
behind
a
register
Quick
to
pull
the
toaster
out
Stomp,
choke
em
out.
We
over
here
Counting
Bread,
what
you
loaf
about?
Your
magic
is
good!
Your
magic
is
good!
That
is
why
he
waited,
so
all
my
power
would
dwindle
My
power
has
diminished
Then
he
come
to
kill
me!
Yes,
but
I
know
your
kung
fu
is
still
very
good
If
you
practice
again
No-one
could
possibly
be
your
match!
Oh,
the
ancient
weapon!
Fierce,
I
travel
across
seas
on
glaciers
4 shoguns
that
got
fucked
by
geishas
Still
gracious,
still
able
to
spit
out
darts
Just
grew
tougher
skin
for
swimming
With
the
sharks.
Broken
ankle
Fucking
with
the
wallabee
clarks
Got
them
bitches
still
screaming
my
name
"Waddup
Starks?"
I'm
a
bone-crusher
Ox'll
split
your
face
like
a
Dutch
Master
No
more
mixes
- polar
bears
from
Alaska
With
sharkskin
Air
Max's
and
igloos
of
ice
Rocks
clumped
up
like
overcooked
rice
I'm
nice,
you
the
reason
why
the
game
went
soft
Bland
niggas
I
come
through
and
season
your
broth
Like
Mr.
Dash,
I
blast,
I'm
a
Menace
like
Dennis
Young
Ghost,
in
the
bathroom
a
6-month
sentence
Rehabilitated,
back
in
the
yard,
flying
heads
With
barbed
wires,
stay
tying
niggas
to
beds
Everybody
get
paid
Everybody
get
laid
All
these
bitches
dirty
Everybody
got
AIDS
Everybody
get
played
Everybody
get
sprayed
Everybody
do
what
I
say
Everybody
my
maid
P
- crack-selling
black
felon
That
clap
"rat
tat
tat
tat
tat"
melons
Some
thugs
- one
gun,
one
slug
Shot-caller,
like
"yo
let
me
speak
to
young
Mugs"
Listen,
it's
Mandela,
pa
I
grab
wack
emcees,
I
smack
em
hella-hard
I
kill
niggas
with
the
birdy
blick
banger
My
Wu-Tang
niggas
call
me
the
36th
Chamber
"Lyrical
miracle
spiritual"
rap
dudes
Get
smacked
off
their
skateboard
for
not
paying
rap
dues
P
- call
me
the
gatekeeper
Break
heaters
on
your
face,
smoking
laced
cheeba
She
want
a
thug,
not
the
lawyer-type
A
golden
boy
employed
to
promote
and
write
Sort
of
like
an
ill
De
La
Hoya
fight
I'm
eating
good,
enjoying
life
Flawless
ice,
with
the
bag
of
flawless
white
With
no
strings
attached,
pull
this
might
Toy
with
my
S550
with
the
raw
pipe
Peeling
off
like
snakeskin
Watch
the
cobra
bite
Overnight
success
story
Going
jet
for
me,
you
rep
Wally
That's
why
your
cassette's
corny
Your
money
too
short
for
long
convo
You
in
the
game
hurting,
tryna
play
Rajon
Rondo.
Millionaire
swag
Peep
your
boys
ensemble
Jewels
heavy,
Prince
Akeem,
coming
to
America,
et
cetera
Whoever
said
the
kite
is
a
messenger
Cause
I
think
like
the
man
behind
a
register
Quick
to
pull
the
toaster
out
Stomp,
choke
em
out.
We
over
here
Counting
Bread,
what
you
loaf
about?
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