Wu-Tang Clan - The Projects Lyrics
Wu-Tang Clan - The Projects Lyrics |
|
|
|
| Browse by artist name | Search in artists | Browse by soundtrack |
| 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 # | 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 # |
 |
|||||||||||
| Wu-Tang Clan
- The Projects Lyrics
Album: Non-Album Songs Lyrics [Raekwon chattin with Shy] Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones
|
|
||||||||||
| DMCA Policy | Add/correct lyrics | Request lyrics | Links | Privacy | Contact us | © STLyrics.com 2002 - | ||||||||||
