Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Wu Tang Clan - Redbull ------------------------------------------ [Redman] RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so itīs time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats Bomb isdide the palm Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass iron dawn The font of my appartment built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spear out the trunk I stay hungry, I ainīt worked for days Thatīs why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast! Donīt panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed? Hell nah! I wonīt tell you son If I find a wack ID I sell you one Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah My lectureīs like Hannibal Lectureīs Whereīs the ketchup? Donīt speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rapgames on, but itīs all wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money! [*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*] [Method Man] Uhuh, check it Iīm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Proīs and conīs, megabombīs and so-onīs By arid actions try MCīs to get their roll on First issue got issues What is hiphop to Hot Nickles Itīs like Funk Docterīs snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear Now thatīs what I call harcore, letīs act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, Iīm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match donīt make me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ainīt no rules to the game, if it hit we ainīt planned In your business like EPMD So What You Sayinī You codesignin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin [*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*] [Inspectah Deck] Yo, ya Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen Foī wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant We roll longer than dice in a casino Silo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Olī Dirty On third time fellon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name thatīs why I came But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst My surroundsound pound ya ear like ... curse I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle Even the best buckle win I take it to the exteme It gets ugly, but itīs what a nigga do to get cream This life [*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]