"Cobra Clutch" lyrics - WU-TANG CLAN

Yo
Yeah bitch Aiyyo
Motherfucker Aiyyo
Swallow it Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers' Say no more
My back be parked against the wall Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth
Swallowed his razor (wsssht) Take off the bracelets
Don't get blinded by the ice Boo Trooper square holding
'Face don't give a fuck about the law It's not cool
Veronica slept
Plus the decimal Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?) Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer No cock-blockin
Supreme clientele
Till I'm droppin' Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of 'Chessboxin' Kangol slanted
Ghost'll ran with it
Hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it Mark callin Austin
Mark callin Austin down in Boston Both of them dead
Cop in the loft and Street whylin
Role' with the four-finger glidin big chain swingin' nigga
Matchbox car drivin' Watch him
Scorchin with spells and top toxin Switched from Pert Plus
Escrow on the side throw in sun trust Amoxins till the stock skyrocket
Bobby Mocassin yo word up
Born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose out Ghost'll keep shinin till the sun bust Featherhead heathens
Teethin on mic dicks When thy said
"Let the kids die for your bread nigga!" Sixty center get the Rover out 'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?' Yo
Promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out Allah's best
Puttin' on the hits is no contest Stapleton Projects
Recognize you're lookin' at NOW
Who the hypest in New York City? WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me! Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve "I got fifty men out in the street Is that it? Is that what you're tryin' to tell me?" (Superfly) Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby Aiyyo
The moccasin money
One man behind the plate Twisted
The mime of the floods
Niggaz spell drama one oh five point six llama Cosmetic classical
Slum is shield
Milagro Beanfield Watch me inhale half of you
New attributes Teletronics
DBX
One sixty X with jasmine bits
Five hundred rap battin average Compression with the A and sharp press Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips
Vanilla suckle One taste the bowl and blow up magic
Houdini escapes Speaking to the First of April's
Deep in the rap game from the fermenting hell halls of tragic Erasial
Excedrin head bredderns catch facials Get off on the?Clove? Exit
Knees dirty
Chick now Side orders
One telephone for take out Stomp your man half to death rob him then we break it with low leverage
Watch it how she lick the head of me 'Cause it's law
Order today
We pay dues New Tomorrow's
Rubik's Cube money in a tube Deck the Halls
Crush salary dice that's in? hall Hey y'all Peppermint Pattie's
Slum my Peter Paul Wrangler
Straight laid the track when it's sag with one banger
Interlude loop caused me to hang up Standin in the rain and can't find they whips Ticklish
Crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed off Suckers! Motherfucker! Yo Yo
Promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out Stapleton Projects
Recognize you're lookin' at 'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?' NOW
Who the hypest in New York City? Allah's best
Puttin' on the hits is no contest WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!