Lirik Lagu Can It Be All So Simple - Wu-Tang Clan
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Intro: Raekwon the Chef
[Can it be that it was all so simple then]KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quickNineteen ninety three exoticnessKnowhatI'msayin, let's get technicalWhere's your bone at, get up on that shit aightYo!!
Verse One:
Started off on the island, AK ShaolinNiggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialinBack in the days of eight now, makin a tape nowRae gotta get a plate nowIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the oneTill I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown oneYeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteenShootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood streamThat's the life of a crimey, real live crimeyIf niggas know the half is behind meDay one, yo, growin all up in the ghettoNow I'm a weed fiend, jettin the PalmettoIn Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy cloutPushin the big joint from down SouthSo if you're filthy stacked upBetta watch ya back and duckCause these fiends they got it cracked upNow my man from up north, now he got the lawIt's solid as a rock and crazy saltNo jokes, I'm not playin, get his folksDesert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shopI pointed a gat at his mother's knot(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! )Fuck that
Dedicated to the winners and the losers(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to MPV's phat!(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Nigguh, yeah, yeah!
Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
Yo!Kickin the fly clichesDoin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my dayThough I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knotsRunnin up in spots and makin shit hotI'd rather flip shows instead of thoseHangin on my living room wallMy first joint, and it went goldI want to lamp, I want to be in the shadePlus the spot lightGettin my dick rubbed all nightI wanna have me a phat yachtAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess cropsBut for now, it just a big dreamCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seenMy thoughts must be relaxedBe able to maintainCause times is changed and life is strangeThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' badYo, mad lives is up for grabsBrothers, passin away, I gotta make wakesReceivin all types of calls from upstateYo, I can't cope with the pressureSettlin for lesserThe god left lessons on my dresserSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new wayContinue to make hits with Rae and ASunshine plays a major part in the daytime[Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, niggaWord upIt's on like that]
[Can it be that it was all so simple then]
[Can it be that it was all so simple then]KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quickNineteen ninety three exoticnessKnowhatI'msayin, let's get technicalWhere's your bone at, get up on that shit aightYo!!
Verse One:
Started off on the island, AK ShaolinNiggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialinBack in the days of eight now, makin a tape nowRae gotta get a plate nowIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the oneTill I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown oneYeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteenShootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood streamThat's the life of a crimey, real live crimeyIf niggas know the half is behind meDay one, yo, growin all up in the ghettoNow I'm a weed fiend, jettin the PalmettoIn Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy cloutPushin the big joint from down SouthSo if you're filthy stacked upBetta watch ya back and duckCause these fiends they got it cracked upNow my man from up north, now he got the lawIt's solid as a rock and crazy saltNo jokes, I'm not playin, get his folksDesert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shopI pointed a gat at his mother's knot(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! )Fuck that
Dedicated to the winners and the losers(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Dedicated to MPV's phat!(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)Nigguh, yeah, yeah!
Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
Yo!Kickin the fly clichesDoin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my dayThough I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knotsRunnin up in spots and makin shit hotI'd rather flip shows instead of thoseHangin on my living room wallMy first joint, and it went goldI want to lamp, I want to be in the shadePlus the spot lightGettin my dick rubbed all nightI wanna have me a phat yachtAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess cropsBut for now, it just a big dreamCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seenMy thoughts must be relaxedBe able to maintainCause times is changed and life is strangeThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' badYo, mad lives is up for grabsBrothers, passin away, I gotta make wakesReceivin all types of calls from upstateYo, I can't cope with the pressureSettlin for lesserThe god left lessons on my dresserSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new wayContinue to make hits with Rae and ASunshine plays a major part in the daytime[Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, niggaWord upIt's on like that]
[Can it be that it was all so simple then]
