Windpipe lyrics

Artist  : Wu-tang Clan 
Song : Windpipe



 Send "Windpipe" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
(feat. Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard)

 

 [RZA]

 Yo, yo, yo doodododododo, yo psssh yo

 Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset
Marquis

 Autograph signin pads wit a gold tip sharpee

 Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk from red label
scotch

 While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed
Koch

 Underground left and right pair surround sound
can't be scared

 Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed

 Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at
home

 Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the
metronome

 High voltage, keep my Seed and Wiz well
cultured

 Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue
postage

 I open or fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre

 I leave the cat a book of food stamps used at
Krogers

 The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal 

 Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from
Key Food

 

 [ODB  4X]

 Now what party can you go to.. and I ain't
there

 You bitches actin like you don't care

 

 [RZA]

 Yo, wordup... wordup! ..

 You bitches actin like you don't care

 You bitches actin like you - YO

 Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube
socks

 Gold and platinum fangs unstainable

 I chew rocks, cybertech digital suit, deflect
bullets

 Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
- land

 Like my cousin Dusty Dirty-Ass Dan 

 Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux
Klan

 Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club

 Climb your tree to a shub 

 Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub

 Passin it portrait; my bitch spread eagle wild
orchid

 Pussy so wet, you could fuck it wit a soft
tipped dick

 Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her
coughin

 I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out
to fuck Tyra

 Starks might fuck Mya

 

 [ODB]

 I'm the pussy vampire

 I don't wanna work no more

 I want my own Island while I'm whylin

 I don't talk, I ain't talk

 

 [Chorus 4X (overlaps ODB)]

 

 [Ghostface]

 Yo I'm bent out, three days two nights yo I'm
spent out

 One hell of a cruise New York got they hand
out

 Like I owe somethin, check they stance they
frontin 

 I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit, over
nuttin

 All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby
bid

 In the mix almost hung yourself slit ya
wrists

 To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash
and

 split out guests who gassed and make Ghost throw
his mask on

 Trama the block pro bar sledge slang ho

 Runnin from to and sharles some rap and I might
blow

 World cup, son been blessed wit the Stanley

 Yvonne Lendl autographed racket wit the can
key

 Sideline manuever, polish wax MC remover

 Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me, leavin
bruises

 Candle lows tied a thousand an y'all froze

 Came home to dusthead dude, tryin to play me
close

 We've been peaked for years now Liz wants to
choppin the kid

 I might do magic make him disappear

 Railroad that nigga Isotoner Coca-Cola holder

 Snatch the granola, sprinkle Ginko Boloba

 Venom from a cobra, laced in the cum he bore
odor

 Soaked through a strainer here's a doser

 The King James version this page is like Samson
wit effects

 that'll kill Rogers double O seven 

 Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the
Deer

 Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher

 Or maybe Captain and Tenneille, Tinactic and
golden seal 

 Nice like mister whittendale your girl
Chippendale

 Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench 

 When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent
ya ass back

 And where's the key to the hatchback pop that

 Get in throw a bag full of mice and then respect
that

 

 [Girl  4X]

 What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there

 These niggaz actin like they don't care

 What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there

 These hoes actin like they don't care