Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan - `97 Mentality

[Cappadonna]
Yo! It`s the burial ground sound, Dunn!
It`s real out here
Staten Island puttin chills in y`all niggaz
Forever in it.. yo

My devastatin hot `97 Mentality
Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
I`m soon to be seen, on the TV screen
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen
Stay black, where I`m at, high road to rap council
Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin
Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
Rap`s under siege, held tight like a squeeze
Forced in the world `Donna nuclear freeze
Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers
My word of mouth it`s all real wigs might peel
Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four diamond government named God
Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large
Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down
AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound
Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin
Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin
Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel
Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores
That`s my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours
Can`t help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
Gats and my man keep em bustin till he`s gone
Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
`Donna come through everyday my uniform
changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
Crackhead niggaz get stitches
So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid
Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid
Form another pyramid, look how we slid
All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
on a twenty dollar bill all in it together
You can`t fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?

[Ghostface]
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
(repeat 2X)

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To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

...

To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

...

To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan - `97 Mentality [Cappadonna] Yo! It`s the burial ground sound, Dunn! It`s real out here Staten Island puttin chills in y`all niggaz Forever in it.. yo My devastatin hot `97 Mentality Keep me on point for my four-digit salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie I`m soon to be seen, on the TV screen Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I`m at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap`s under siege, held tight like a squeeze Forced in the world `Donna nuclear freeze Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers My word of mouth it`s all real wigs might peel Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage Twenty-four diamond government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores That`s my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours Can`t help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Corn Gats and my man keep em bustin till he`s gone Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn `Donna come through everyday my uniform changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggaz get stitches So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid Form another pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic on a twenty dollar bill all in it together You can`t fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? [Ghostface] To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution (repeat 2X) ... To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution ... To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution ... To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни `97 Mentality: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/1801.html Все тексты песен: Wu-Tang Clan » Wu-Tang Clan - Can It Be All So Simple » Wu-Tang Clan - Shame On a Nuh » Wu-Tang Clan - Iron Flag (Import) » Wu-Tang Clan - Reunited » Wu-Tang Clan - Da Mystery of Chessboxin` » Wu-Tang Clan - Can It Be All So Simple/Wu-Tang Aint Nut » Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Revolution » Wu-Tang Clan - Execute Them » Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) » Wu-Tang Clan - One Blood Under W » Wu-Tang Clan - In the Hood » Wu-Tang Clan - Soul in the Hole soundtrack » Wu-Tang Clan - Oz soundtrack » Wu-Tang Clan - Ghost Dog Soundtrack » Wu-Tang Clan - Clap » Wu-Tang Clan - America » Wu-Tang Clan - It`s Yourz » Wu-Tang Clan - Chamber Music » Wu-Tang Clan - Co-Defandant » Wu-Tang Clan - Do You Really (Thang, Thang) Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Кочетков - Марш » Машина Времени - Каждый день, отправляясь в плаванье » Михаил Щербаков - Просыпаюсь и гложет стыд... » Мистер Твистер - Блюз пухлых рук » Массква - Вопросы » Михаил Кочетков - Ночная хроника » Михаил Трегер - Костер » Марина Бабич - Туристская » Миша Гулько - Местечко » Майк Науменко, Зоопарк - Бедность » Михаил Басаев - Любимой женщине » Михаил Анчаров - Большая апрельская баллада » Михаил Щербаков - Инициалы » Михаил Шуфутинский - Очи черные » Михаил Щербаков - Для тех несчастных, кто словом первым... » Михаил Сипер, Василий Мешавкин - Вместо оттепели » Михаил Веретенников, Алексей Юрзанов - Гусарские страдания. Часть вторая (лирическо-утопическая) » Михаил Волков - ГРСТН ПСН » Машина Времени - Имитация » Михаил Кочетков - В.Туриянскому
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