RZA - The Wolf lyrics
[RZA - The Wolf lyrics]
Watch your ho look at me
Like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
Wanna stick her tip of her
Tongue through my piss hole
You play the target
And I be the guiding missile
Oh, how they long this strong grissle
Yup, see that flesh is weak
But it taste so good, they want the recipe
The king catch the queen, don't mess with me
Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up
Drink til they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine til they
Fucking brains blow up
Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies
Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie
How dare you try to come and gas cash from me
You be in the House of a 1
000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
It's I God, inside your iPod
Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard
Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina
You numb skull girls
Be caught you talking Tina
Bitch, suck a dick and die
Forty five lit the sky
Fool, let the shit fly, split
Right between your eye
Nothing like that little slit split
In between her thighs
Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch
Let it ride
Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery
Glocks tucked down my socks
Secures my victory
You like fourth period, son, you're history
White girls with big ass
I check them suspiciously
Vanilla praline, had the saline
Stuffed inside her jeans
Made the niggas day dream
Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A Team
I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green
Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina
Then I'm back on the spot
Without the subpeona
Like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
Wanna stick her tip of her
Tongue through my piss hole
You play the target
And I be the guiding missile
Oh, how they long this strong grissle
Yup, see that flesh is weak
But it taste so good, they want the recipe
The king catch the queen, don't mess with me
Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up
Drink til they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine til they
Fucking brains blow up
Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies
Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie
How dare you try to come and gas cash from me
You be in the House of a 1
000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
It's I God, inside your iPod
Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard
Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina
You numb skull girls
Be caught you talking Tina
Bitch, suck a dick and die
Forty five lit the sky
Fool, let the shit fly, split
Right between your eye
Nothing like that little slit split
In between her thighs
Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch
Let it ride
Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery
Glocks tucked down my socks
Secures my victory
You like fourth period, son, you're history
White girls with big ass
I check them suspiciously
Vanilla praline, had the saline
Stuffed inside her jeans
Made the niggas day dream
Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A Team
I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green
Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina
Then I'm back on the spot
Without the subpeona