Cobra Clutch - Wu-Tang Clan
Yo, yeah bitch Aiyyo, motherfucker Aiyyo, swallow it Aiyyo we dash log this bloody version of Glaciers Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wall Trooper square holding, face don't give a fuck about the law Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal Look at my temple logo look familiar? It's power Yo, every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of Chessboxin' No cock-blockin', supreme clientele till I'm droppin' Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it Mark callin' Austin, Mark callin' Austin down in Boston Both of them dead, cop in the loft and Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car drivin' Street whylin', Role' with the four-finger glidin' Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top toxin Amoxins 'til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust Yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain With her nose out, sixty center get the Rover out Feather head heathens, teethin' on mic dicks When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga" Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs Because we spaz out Who is these righteous motherfuckers With they flags out? Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest Now, who the hypest in New York City? (Wu-Tang) Radio stop shittin' on me I got fifty men out in the street Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve Is that it? (Is that what you're tryin' to tell me?) Aiyyo, the Moccasin money, one man behind the plate Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama One oh five point six lama Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Bean field Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X Compression with the A and sharp press Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips Vanilla suckle with jasmine bits Five hundred rap battin' average One taste the bowl and blow up magic Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic Speaking to the First of April's Deep in the rap game erasial Excedrin head bredderns catch facials Side orders, one telephone for take out Stomp your man half to death, rob him then we break it Get off on the clove exit, knees dirty, chick now With low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me 'Cause it's law order today, we pay dues New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube Deck the Halls, crush salary dice That's in [incomprehensible] hall Hey y'all, Peppermint Pattie's Slum my Peter Paul, Wrangler Straight laid the track when it's sag with one banger Interlude loop caused me to hang up Ticklish, Crunch berry niggaz At the flicks pissed off Standin' in the rain and can't find they whips Suckers, motherfucker Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out? Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin' at Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest Now, who the hypest in New York City? (Wu-Tang) Radio stop shittin' on me
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Title: Cobra Clutch