Wu-Tang Clan, Polite - Uzi (Pinky Ring) lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan, Polite - Uzi Pinky Ring lyrics]
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 rabbit's 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 points
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
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
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
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
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'll 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 Eton with Addies
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, swiftly 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 brutal 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
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
Suuue
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 rabbit's 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 points
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
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
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
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
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'll 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 Eton with Addies
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, swiftly 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 brutal 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
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
Suuue
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