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WU-TANG CLAN : tang clan - meteor hammer lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "tang clan - meteor hammer"

I don't touch that swine
I want that unnecessary beef

You smoke garbage buds
We smoke tons of keef
Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass

And flashing, jack your whole stash
In fashion, keep my goons lined
In an orderly fashion

It's glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz
Tinted out to spend the night
You ain't got angel funds is low, stack

Your (*##$ been ho-jacked
Still scoop her up, bring her home
And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly

Looking pretty toasty
Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley
With a Bin Laden bottle

A Brazillian model
Got the paparazzi jumping
Like they hit the Lotto

Party hard, like I"m fresh
Out of the cages
I rages like Charlie Sheen, I'm vacant

You drop your pants at your ankles

At the urinal at a ballgame
I'm on the stool getting brain
From a tall dame, cause I'm 5'8"

Shorty like 6'2"
Feed her [email protected]%!e, locked jaw
Like a pitbull. I was born to rep

You f-cking with a hornet's nest
Old shooters in the corner like ?
Young boys that be handling the rock

Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar

Got the burch wood lacing the interior
Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria
Only the Fonz, best laced plates

Cheese that reach maturity, dick sucks from Shannon Doherty
Take your temperature [email protected]#^ly and orally
Make a batch of home drizzle royally with oil

Hopping out the Rolly Royce

Rolls Gold nouveau
Diamond-studded shoes, so
Flyest ^!$$% you know

Puerto Rican version of Scarface
F-ck with the God's say
Disrespect, piss in your broad's face

Chains stay chunky like Oprah's belly
Got the purple and the brown:
Peanut butter and jelly

When I step up in the spot with the rock
You'll see the popular pop rappers
Go in their pocket and pull out their wallet

When I click-clack, now get up on the ground
Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down
You know Term, I'm the kid with the 'preme beats

Butter Pecan J Lo, kid with the mean cheeks
Boobies on my gold fronts, iced out note book
Making volcanos in the kitchen when the [email protected]%!e cook

I rode around with all kinds of thugs
High on drugs, pissing out tiger blood

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