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Texty: Wu-Tang Clan. Wu-Tang Forever. The M.g.m..

Yo, up in the M G M coked up
Sike, six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace
Aight, one dark skinned nigga fifty six inch rope
Wrapped around twice smash the Gilligan boat with ice

They threw sign language, ordered hot coffee
Wit a danish, Relax whispered, "They rap entertainers"
Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid
Laid back handlin' hors d'ourves, it's like round three

We too black for bet you memorize the 1 to 40
I'm at the 19th degree
If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty
What shall be done?

Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun
Bulgin' out his sweatpants, check out his stance
See the side of his grill?
Look like my cousin Lance

Left hand rock a Guess watch
Yo I think I did his clarks, he wore the crush bone leather
With the strings dark, now I remember
He from Bear Mountain

He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one
Near the water fountain
Seventh round, Chavez bleedin' from his right ear
Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here

Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne
Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on
Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on
Workin' dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on

Mixed drink session dunn, pour me some more
Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore
Tenth round Chavez tearin' 'em down
Sweet Pea get ya shit off

It's like blacks against the Germans
Gettin hit off smooth and them walked in
Brownsville representin'
They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin'

Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles
Yo I'm 'bout to roll one
Matter fact twist two of those
Yo they wound up stoppin' the fight

Steels took a point away from Chavez
Rematch scheduled on October ninth
Rematch scheduled on October ninth