1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your down And to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' one time It's the jump off, so jump off my nigga...
[HOOK: Morgan] out my gravel pit A unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel Don't go against the grain if you handle it
Ha, holla cross from the of the lost Behold the horse, off course (off course) Follow me, gotta be The thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees watch (black watch) On radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on hill time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap I spit a semi-automatic to the grill (BOOM!) Elbow grease, and elbow Baby play me, baby fall down, go (BOOM!) Party people gather round, count to apocalypse (3, 2, 1...)
I'm the kid with the golden
And I'm the hott nikks (AAAAH!) pass the blunt My nigga front You had it for a minute but it seem a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, I don't croakin, overdosin... Hey kid, (walk as a I...) Wu and got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand that floss too much stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid get up then kid get touched Kid wanna up then kid get stuck I'm the one called your bluff When boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll yo' ass up! Now
[Meth over Back, back and and forth Back, back and forth and Back, back and and forth As we go... Back, and forth and forth Back, and forth and forth Back, and forth and forth As we go...
E with the English, extinguish extremist head beamers run wild It's the kid with the cup Stepped out what What's poppin, and y'all niggas shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich mocks, rock those all day 1960 I'm Goldie That's motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as Skin painted on my look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out Jeff Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank in plain clothes those, bang those, same old, same old
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all what time it is Shorty do thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm 'bout
Yo, step to my groove, move like When we shoot the gift of course ruthless Grab the mic no excuses In a sec, grab the and loot this Executin, all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger Bigger to fill your tank the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the You know the thrill, yes Park Hill Yo we hit 'em the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, sweatin my pockets I hear the hot
[Meth hook to end]