- where'd you go, not to that ran down pub P - hell no... I was coolin at a club It was spanish night, so I was drinkin molta Threw on a little tango
vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes (bass) Jay anderson (string bass)
They don't like us They ain't gotta like us fuck them son Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama Hangin' your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!) Chorus 5x [Method Man] Uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) Wu-Tang
ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!) [Chorus 5x] [Method Man] Uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) Wu-Tang
A snake, a fake, he's lame, he's in the game For the money and for the fame A spin, a grin, he's on and then we yawn He steals the credit, then he is
Fruits fruiting, sleuths sleuthing Got no strings I think with my ding a ling a ling Root root for the rooting, toot toot for the tooting I love my
Two's two Looks luking Fruits fruiting Sleuths sleuthing Got no strings I think with my dingalingaling Root root for the rooting Toot toot for the tooting
the sewer pipes The highway man is yellow stripes At least I'm not a coathanger Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bang She tangs her fag
I love the best The fishes in the sewer pipes The highway man in yellow stripes It might not now but it will be later Wading through your ventilator Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh I tang
There's a blue eyed girl with a red bow tie And a string of pearls with one good eye In a rainy town the chimney smoke will curl No one likes clowns on
There's a blue eyed girl with a red bow tie and a string of pearls with one good eye in a rainy town the chimney smoke will curl no one likes clowns on
Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang
up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for
out the fryer, freakin all the g's ??, for all the J's I got thanks for you If crime pays, we looking for a gangsta lean You badd niggaz better tang
and fly with me Full speed ahead, you got no deal I'm the real, down Melrose on a shopping spree Something for me, usually some fly shit Made just for
my slickest hand from every angle She's on the job right, cutiepie sippin Tango I gotta peel for real, a hundred dollar bill I'm comin straight up, and not for