sayin how you kill shit Bullets still in ya gun Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes 'cause you pissed ya pants Saw me durango said you wanna tango
, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Arthur barrow (bass
's actually a perverted tango. by the time... yes, it's so perverted! this is the be-bop tango, a special entertainment event that includes choreography
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals
(guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes (bass) Jay anderson (string bass) Ed
shot up And cops flood the block, no way to eat So I dropped a half a G On a rented SP-1200 Sampler and a Yamaha Four-Track The bass from the lab used
feather, fly together Intellaced moving mo' murder messages of me and Leatha Face I'm your retainer, your perfect stranger 36th Chamber, Wu-Tang banga
hot to fucking handle Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us [RZA] Straight up and down Wu-Tang
up the sound, pump up the bass, [09:36.80]in your face, as we move the whole place. [09:39.00]Pump up the sound, pump up the bass, [09:40.70]
98.7 station. Pump up the sound, pump up the bass, in your face, as we move the whole place. Pump up the sound, pump up the bass, in your face, as we
fuck with a scrub? You lose Fuck that, let's keep it movin Talk about how this beat got you groovin Nod your head, make you shake your dreads Bass travel
is what you call making history right here The fifth element Earth, wind, fire, sunz of man knah I'm sayin'? We got the wu-tang clan in the house, knah
Projects, recognize you're lookin' at Allah's best, puttin' on the hits is no contest Now, who the hypest in New York City? (Wu-Tang) Radio stop shittin
crews and clicks but, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch Jockin Wu-Tang, don't know new slang Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang All B-Boys
the dot til' were blue in the face fre-fre-fresher than toothpaste you know how we do in the place the crowd accumulates when he's tuning the bass the
s all actual we build, like Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango
Nickatina] I'm not a screw face, I keep my boots lace Then listen to the homies brag about they gun case They off taste, crank beat with more bass My