Letras
Yeah!
Uh-huh
Yeah, check it, Wu-Tang!
Yo, yo
When the party goes down, I'mma air it out
If your man try to flex, I'mma wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass, I'mma wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
The rocks in my watch, every year I change the stones
Around the same time when they change the phones
Big collared fur, spittin' out Asti
Twin Bugattis that's named April and Ashanti
Swiss accounts, police pay, guardin' the cribbo
Everything liquid, the Feds think we dead broke
Uh, where they houses at? Where they cars at?
They can't link us to the fountain that's pourin' cash
Nah, if I could slow the speed of time down
Bullets'll float through mid air, hit the ground
I make the killers run the other way in Wisetown
Therefore a wiser still be allowed to blow it down
When the party goes down, I'mma air it out
If your man try to flex, I'mma wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass, I'mma wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
When the party goes down, I'mma air it out
If your man try to flex, I'mma wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass, I'mma wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
Yo, yo, ayo, I shine like oily skin
Big niggas try to ever front on the Kim, goin' straight for the limbs
Like Bean and them did to R. Kim
Lose your crew for your man, they'll wheel you around with no limbs
Knockin' out doctors in the E.R
My man came in alive, fuckin' with you and soldiers see yard
Word life, jailhouse, rubber grip, ice picks
You know the fat candy canes, the bangers is that thick
(Wu-Tang!)
When the party goes down, I'mma air it out
If your man try to flex, I'mma wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass, I'mma wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
When the party goes down, I'mma air it out
If your man try to flex, I'mma wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass, I'mma wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
"Understand how to use a sword in the Wu-Tang style?"
"Mmm, faster, they'll understand"
"Mmm, oh yeah"