The Game - I Grew Up On Wu-Tang lyrics
[The Game - I Grew Up On Wu-Tang lyrics]
I grew up on the crime side
The New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth
'Lo goose
Only way I be gettin' the
G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son
Rolling with this one and that one
(Bongo by the way, red Wallabies)
Buzzing with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like
Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit
Tasha in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my
Dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth
Then gave her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her
Grind it like a centipede
(Cash rules everything around me)
Before Dre found me
Before my city crowned me
Bummie lil nigga
Pussy niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes
Them shit's used to drown me
6 years passed now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit
Won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my
Cellie just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds
Nigga I grew up on Wu Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)
I grew up on Wu Tang
Dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's sick as hell
Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex
Obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on them titties boy
2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me
Cause I turned into the plug
I'm where the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings
Old Dirty with the stainless
5 .38 revolvers, 36 chambers
Killah like Ghostface
As the Rollie rotate
Daytons on the S-Class equipped
With the floor safe
And we had the stash spots with
Them red and blue tops
Chronic in the gladlock
The dope spot padlocked
In the living room bagging shit
Up watching Matt Lock
Black Glock
Crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late
Skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the purple tape
I grew up on Wu Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar
Dollar bill y'all)
The New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth
'Lo goose
Only way I be gettin' the
G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son
Rolling with this one and that one
(Bongo by the way, red Wallabies)
Buzzing with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like
Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit
Tasha in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my
Dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth
Then gave her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her
Grind it like a centipede
(Cash rules everything around me)
Before Dre found me
Before my city crowned me
Bummie lil nigga
Pussy niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes
Them shit's used to drown me
6 years passed now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit
Won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my
Cellie just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds
Nigga I grew up on Wu Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)
I grew up on Wu Tang
Dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's sick as hell
Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex
Obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on them titties boy
2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me
Cause I turned into the plug
I'm where the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings
Old Dirty with the stainless
5 .38 revolvers, 36 chambers
Killah like Ghostface
As the Rollie rotate
Daytons on the S-Class equipped
With the floor safe
And we had the stash spots with
Them red and blue tops
Chronic in the gladlock
The dope spot padlocked
In the living room bagging shit
Up watching Matt Lock
Black Glock
Crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late
Skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the purple tape
I grew up on Wu Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar
Dollar bill y'all)