Текст песни Uzi (Pinky Ring) - Dirty - Wu-Tang Clan
Yo.
yeah
Don't
erase
none
of
that
good
shit
in
the
beginnin
Yo.
spill
drinks
on
ya,
get
stank
on
ya
Yo.
yo.
pinky
ring
shit,
yo
That
pinky
ring
shit,
yo
It's
that
pinky
ring
shit,
the
legend
of
masked
kid
Shoot
out
the
speakers
when
my
guns
get
jurassic
Superbad,
who
am
I?
Dolemite
classic
The
vandal's
back,
hands
on
Angela
Bassett
I
handle
my
plastic,
gunplay
I
mastered
No
coke,
dope
mixed
down
with
acid
on
record
Broken
down
and
crafted
in
seconds
Lady's
choice,
the
golden
voice
still
peppered
Better,
respect
it,
bitch
believe
I
pull
rabbits
out
the
hat,
tricks
up
my
sleeves
I
air
out
the
showroom,
the
shit
can
breathe
Fix
your
weave,
behold
my
expertise
I
got
my
uzi
back
- you
dudes
is
wack,
face
it
the
Wu
is
back
I
got
my
uzi
back
- you
dudes
is
wack,
face
it
the
Wu
is
back
Take
it
back
to
the
peoples,
leanin'
gettin'
rec
room
punch
We
in
them
authentic
alley
switchin
joints
Major
general
niggas,
five
stars
Both
arms
rock
when
coke
dropped
we
read
a
hundred
niggas
palms
Silencers,
garbage
bags
of
hash
For
every
cop
we
paid
retired
now
the
nigga
on
smash
Gash
you
out
your
burner
fast
You
swing
down
hatin
me
now
respect
get
your
fingers
off
the
glass
Yo
what
the
fuck
yo?!
Yo
what
the
fuck
y'all
comin
for?
Get
the
fuck
away
from
my
door!
We
got
big
guns
in
here,
coke
over
there
With
blue
bag
and
E
pills
stashed
under
the
chair
And
there's
Boss
Hog
black
and
white
pit
with
the
pink
lips
Stan
thought
he
was
soft
'til
he
bit
his
fingers
The
shit
had
me
dyin
yo,
big
fat
nigga
bleedin
Big
cat
nigga
all
season
On
the
beach
truck,
stuck
with
Hawaiian
ice
Diamond
twice
the
whole
city
thought
I
bought
FUBU
Blew
you,
authentic
doodoo,
picture
the
fog
iced
out
18
karat
rap
between
noodles
Up
at
Killa
Bee
headquarters,
four
whips
just
pulled
up
I
saw
Johnny
sippin
Henny
from
a
iced
out
cup
Yo
with
the
blunt,
two-way
vibratin
off
the
hip
I
sit
took
three
drags
off
the
honey-dip
Now
what
you
talkin?
You
see
my
gold
fronts
sparkin?
Ain't
tryin
to
hear
what
you
dogs
be
barkin
Read
the
headline,
that
was
blast
on
today's
Post
Dead
king,
thought
he
could
ace
Ghost
Queen
couldn't
even
jack
Monk
Probably
find
him
in
Doc
Doom's
back
trunk
Bdoodoodoo!
I'm
up
at
the
Wu
library
Readin
Malcolm's,
".
Any
Means
Necessary"
John
John,
Bacardi
straight
up
hold
the
ice
So
nice
like
New
York
they
had
to
name
him
twice
Name
your
price,
I
black
out
then
change
the
lights
Give
you
the
same
advice
that
I
gave
my
wife
Don't
fuck
with
mine,
Clan
give
you
lumps
in
nine
Let
the
smoke
cloud
clear
so
the
sun
can
shine
Culture
shock,
for
some
of
us
that's
all
we
got
Whether
you
ball
or
not,
you
can
all
get
shot
New
York,
New
York,
legendary
rhyme
boss
Code
name
Charlie
Horse,
bust
with
blind
force
I
smash
set
it
and
wreck
for
cash
credit
or
check
You
crash-tests
can't
measure
the
threat
I
dance
on
a
nigga
like
my
name's
Zab
Judah
Rap
barracuda,
three
XL
kahuna
Sure
to
get
it
perkin
and
cause
a
disturbance
I'm
thirstin,
feel
what
I
feel
then
we
can
merge
then
Creep
it
through
the
states
in
V8's
and
12's
My
weight's
hell,
fuck
with
me
then
brace
yourself
The
Noble,
Sir
I
mass
mogul
Known
to
blast
vocals,
and
move
global
on
you
locals
This
is
grown
man
talkin,
coward
I
split
your
head
I'm
from
the
East
where
the
streets
run
red
from
the
bloodshed
Hit
Chef
for
the
rice
and
peas
Nuff
respect
Father
E
tumbled
at
ease
My
brothers
can't
wait
to
squeeze
the
automatic
They
need
wreck
like
a
drug
dealer
need
a
addict
Floatin
on
the
95,
sting
like
a
killer
bee
Your
hands
can't
hit
what
your
eyes
can't
see
From
dark
matter
to
the
big
crunch
The
vocals
came
in
a
bunch
without
one
punch
Rare
glimpse
from
the,
strictly
advanced,
proved
unstoppable
Reputation
enhanced,
since
the
cause
was
probable
So
you
compare
contrast
but
don't
blast
Through
extreme
depths,
with
the
pen
I
hold
fast
Watch
the
block
thirst
for
one
became
all
Shot
'em
with
the
long
forgotten
rainfall
Delivered
in
a
vivid
fashion
with
simplicity
The
blind
couldn't
verify
the
authenticity
The
rhyme
came
from
the
pressure
of
heat
Then
it
was
laid
out,
on
the
ground
to
pave
streets
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