LYRICS
作词 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Robert Diggs/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith/Paulissa Moorman
作曲 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Robert Diggs/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith/Paulissa Moorman
1 2 1 2 yo check this out
It's the jump off right now
I want everybody to put your work down put your guns down
An' report to the pit the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off so just jump off my d**k
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unravelin'
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
Ha holla 'cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse off course
Follow me Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees
African killers bees black watch
On your radio blowin' out yo' watts
From Park Hill the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow grease an' elbow room
Baby play me baby fall down go boom
Party people gather 'round
Count down to apocalypse
I'm the kid with the golden arms
An' I'm the ****ing hot nicks
Pass the blunt my nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month
Now I'm chokin' smokin' hopin'
I don't croakin' from overdosin'
Hey kid walk straight master your high
Wu an' Meth got you open let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff when your boy tried to act tough
Remember what Ol' Dirty said I'll **** yo' ass up now listen
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unravelin'
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
E with the English extin'uish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup stepped out like what
What's poppin'
An' y'all niggas dobo
Blastin' shae shae chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks rock those all day
1960 shit I'm Goldie
That's right mother****er don't hold me
The world's greatest Las Vegas paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo
Ex three Bangos Bancos stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those bang those same old same old
Yeah y'all straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit word up represent rocket boulders
All my rich gangsta style killers y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing get up on that right now boo do you
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yo step to my groove move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec grab the techs an' loot this
Executin' shakin' all sets an I'm breakin' all hex
I'm takin' all bets move all best who want the dram' next
You all stank we got the bigger bank bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real while you crank
Slide do or die fry to bake
Admire the greats on fire wit' a heart of hate
Bitter shark every part I take
Heavy darts that quake
It's okay all fakes get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill yes it's Park Hill yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go check the flow sayin'
Wu don't rock shit
Stop quick hold the gossip stop sweatin' my pockets
I hear the hot shit
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unravelin'
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
As we go
Back back an' forth an' forth
You don't have to move the mountain
Just gimme the strength to climb
As we go
Lord don't take away my number without
Is leave me aloud
As we go
Back back an' forth an' forth
Back back an' forth an' forth
Back back an' forth an' forth
As we go
Back back an' forth an' forth
Back back an' forth an' forth
Back back an' forth an' forth
As we go