 St. ide's lyrics ( Wu tang clan )   
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Artist : Wu tang clan
Song : St. ide's
[Method]
Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew
Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew
In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up
cans
Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am
[Raekwon]
... with St. Ides in my system
crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next
one
Hang it over, the object is to stay sober
Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
[Ghostface]
Who's the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never
be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser
beam
that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the
king of teams
[U-God]
Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin to
those
Who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be
drunk
You can't drive, keep my peoples alive
And if the saint don't know you from a can of
paint
[RZA]
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block
And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the
dot
On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal
filtered
Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it
AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm...
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