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Try Ya Ya Ya
作詞:Robert F Jr Diggs, Che J. Pope, David D. Rose
Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya Try ya ya ya
You can't do me nothin', you won't succeed You're movin' fast, reduce your speed Weak producers imitate my beat When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet
You can't break me, you get deflected Can't remake me, already perfected Wu-Tang slang to disrespect it Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected
I walk with a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German luggers With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed
Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead Spread like plague, plus I wire tapped the feds Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed
Deflectin' viruses, I'm overcomin' biases True lion of Judah â€~bout to reclaim the lioness Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight You should pay attention to the words I articulate
You wanna do me? You won't succeed You're movin' fast, reduce your speed Weak producers to imitate my beat When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet
You can't break me, you get deflected Can't remake me, already perfected Wu-Tang slang to disrespect it Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
You now rockin' with the best, Compton's finest with finesse By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat
Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowin' chronic smoke Turnin' corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down
My morals and my values, reach high up on the Richter Speak this vivid so you clearly get the picture And description of a real one, standin' in your mist I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit
Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete King of the jungle, still no one can compete With my entourage, call your squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long
You wanna do me? You won't succeed You're movin' fast, reduce your speed Weak producers to imitate my beat When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet
You can't break me, you get deflected Can't remake me, already perfected Wu-Tang slang to disrespect it Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected
Try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya Try ya ya ya Try ya ya ya
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