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Ghostface Killah - Текст песни MARVEL Album 'Ironman'
featuring RZA
 [Ghf] Yeah 
 [RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God 
 Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin 
 [Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two 
 We back up in this joint! What? 
 Check the fly shit... yeah 
 Don't black out on me 
Verse One: Ghostface
 Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout 
 Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout 
 Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim 
 Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian 
 She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress 
 Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress 
 She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing 
 With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline 
 She's a big girl now, with a body that growl 
 Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds 
 Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad 
 Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor 
 Little kids daydream of humping wildflower 
 Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera 
Verse Two: RZA Ghostface Killah - MARVEL Album 'Ironman' - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ghostface-killah/marvel-album-ironman-lyrics.html
 Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips 
 Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing 
 blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats 
 Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo 
 the heat is on, never too black or too strong 
 In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform 
 Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades 
 The arena now present, de event of the decade 
 Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves 
 extensions, nails Friday, just got paid 
 Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family 
 That shines Godly light 
 Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn 
 We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung 
 Never bust premature for sure 
 You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch 
 deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration 
 Causes stomach inflation 
 Patiently waiting nine months for deportation 
 Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune 
 Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb 
 It's a black hole for those who lose control 
 Fertile soil before you are wise 
 And spoiled many men and took many lives 
 And all you brothers changed sides 
 Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside










