Lirik Lagu Uzi (Pinky Ring) - Wu-Tang Clan
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[U-God]Yo.. yeahDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginninYo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on yaYo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yoThat pinky ring shit yo
It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kidShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassicSuperbad, who am I?Dolemite classicThe vandal's back, hands on Angela BassettI handle my plastic, gunplay I masteredNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on recordBroken down and crafted in secondsLady's choice, the golden voice still pepperedBetter, respect it, bitch believeI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleevesI air out the showroom, the shit can breatheFix your weave, behold my expertise
[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is backI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
[Raekwon the Chef]Take it back to the fecal, leanin gettin rec room punchWe in them authentic alley switchin jointsMajor general niggaz, five starsBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palmsSilencers, garbage bags of hashFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smashGash you out your burner fastYou swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah]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 thereWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chairAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lipsStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingersThe shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedinBig cat nigga all seasonOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian iceDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBUBlew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced outEighteen karat rap between noodles
[Chorus]
[RZA]Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured upI saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cupYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hipI sit took, three drags off the honey-dipNow what you talkin?You see my gold fronts sparkin?Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkinRead the headline, that was blast on today's PostDead King, thought he could ace GhostQueen, couldn't even jack MonkProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunkBdoodoodoo!I'm up at the Wu libraryReadin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"
[Method Man]John John, Bacardi straight up hold the iceSo nice like New York they had to name him twiceName your price, I black out then change the lightsGive you the same advice that I gave my wifeDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nineLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shineCulture shock, for some of us that's all we gotWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot
[Inspectah Deck]New York, New York, legendary rhyme bossCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind forceI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or checkYou crabs test, can't measure the threatI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab JudahRap barracuda, three XL kahunaSure to get it perkin and cause a disturbanceI'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge thenCreep it through the states in V8's and 12'sMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourselfThe Noble, Sir I mass mogulKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
[Masta Killa]This is grown man talkin, coward I split your headI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshedHit Chef for the rice and peasNuff respect Father E tumbled at easeMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automaticThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addictFloatin on the 95, sting like a killer beeYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
[GZA]From dark matter to the big crunchThe vocals came in a bunch without one punchRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppableReputation enhanced, since the cause was probableSo you compare contrast but don't blastthrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fastWatch the block thirst for one became allShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfallDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicityThe blind couldn't verify the authenticityThe rhyme came from the pressure of heatThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
[Chorus]
{*scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade*}
It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kidShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassicSuperbad, who am I?Dolemite classicThe vandal's back, hands on Angela BassettI handle my plastic, gunplay I masteredNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on recordBroken down and crafted in secondsLady's choice, the golden voice still pepperedBetter, respect it, bitch believeI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleevesI air out the showroom, the shit can breatheFix your weave, behold my expertise
[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is backI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
[Raekwon the Chef]Take it back to the fecal, leanin gettin rec room punchWe in them authentic alley switchin jointsMajor general niggaz, five starsBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palmsSilencers, garbage bags of hashFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smashGash you out your burner fastYou swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah]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 thereWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chairAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lipsStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingersThe shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedinBig cat nigga all seasonOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian iceDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBUBlew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced outEighteen karat rap between noodles
[Chorus]
[RZA]Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured upI saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cupYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hipI sit took, three drags off the honey-dipNow what you talkin?You see my gold fronts sparkin?Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkinRead the headline, that was blast on today's PostDead King, thought he could ace GhostQueen, couldn't even jack MonkProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunkBdoodoodoo!I'm up at the Wu libraryReadin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"
[Method Man]John John, Bacardi straight up hold the iceSo nice like New York they had to name him twiceName your price, I black out then change the lightsGive you the same advice that I gave my wifeDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nineLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shineCulture shock, for some of us that's all we gotWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot
[Inspectah Deck]New York, New York, legendary rhyme bossCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind forceI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or checkYou crabs test, can't measure the threatI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab JudahRap barracuda, three XL kahunaSure to get it perkin and cause a disturbanceI'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge thenCreep it through the states in V8's and 12'sMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourselfThe Noble, Sir I mass mogulKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
[Masta Killa]This is grown man talkin, coward I split your headI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshedHit Chef for the rice and peasNuff respect Father E tumbled at easeMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automaticThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addictFloatin on the 95, sting like a killer beeYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
[GZA]From dark matter to the big crunchThe vocals came in a bunch without one punchRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppableReputation enhanced, since the cause was probableSo you compare contrast but don't blastthrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fastWatch the block thirst for one became allShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfallDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicityThe blind couldn't verify the authenticityThe rhyme came from the pressure of heatThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
[Chorus]
{*scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade*}
