Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saian, artist - RZA. Date of issue: 14.12.2009
Song language: English
Saian |
| Aww, hey, c’est le Saian, Saian, Supa Saian, Supa Saian |
| Got my homie DJ Love, Saian, got my homie, represents, Saian |
| Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya’ll did did that |
| This is Ghostface Bakery, ya’ll ain’t cake to me Pushin’cocaine, Whitehorse in the city |
| Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie |
| Spazzed out, grab a white bitch by her titties |
| Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology |
| You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology |
| Quick wit the pistol, leave you cripple if you lyin', B. |
| Tickle the butter soft nipples on the side of me So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down |
| And bang an ol’mighty hammer like Joe Brown |
| Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound |
| Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns |
| If ya’ll wit me then build, shorty, brothers is real |
| We true dons, makin’glass on the cash is on Get my head right and smash yours moms, kid |
| So chose me, the bitch greased my palms |
| I’m comin’from Paris city |
| I’m on the residence, so don’t shit on me Like Kool G. Rap I got the Ill Street Blues |
| You loose, you can rich them out of my shoes |
| Baby, me and my Crew, we comin’your way |
| Saian Supa do it everyday, all day (everyday, all day) |
| Don’t fight (don't fight), just see the light (see the light!) |
| Wit the sound, RZA, will make it all right |
| BOODOODOODOODOO |
| Grey Goose wit cranberry |
| The raspberry bikini on honey wit the black berry |
| Had my eyes bulgin', plus my pants bulgin' |
| Ready for indulgence, long stroke compulsions |
| I’m lookin’for devotion, slow motion |
| Tropical potions, Sun and body lotions |
| Sex on the ocean, nine inch explosions |
| Had me frozen like the icicle |
| Big legs like she ride bicycle |
| Shorty beefcake known to make my knees shake |
| Sweepstakes, first day at the cheesecake |
| Factory, Tony Starks in back of me Sippin’on pina coladas, twistin’Daquiris |
| The gold lion is known to hold iron |
| Rings stuffed with diamonds, Bobby and Supa Saian |
| Saian, move it on your left |
| Saian, bring da muthafuckin’ruckus |
| C’est l’Saian, Saian, Saian, Supa |
| Ya fight le son est fat, qui la faute? |
| SAIAN |
| Vu les statistiques de gars qui veulent test' |
| Et qu’ont du mal tater l’esth (c)tique |
| Je me dois de les rendre statiques |
| S-s c’est qui coq? |
| Quiconque qui veut jouer le coq |
| Je vaut mille Rocky au mic jusqu' Milwaukee |
| J’lache du lest donc j’attends qu’on me lache de l’estime |
| Voici l’homme de l’est avec sa dream team |
| Tisse sa toile comme Lady Laystee autour des wistitis |
| Pas de mc de bas niveau, v’l du nouveau |
| Fout tout le reste dans le caniveau |
| Bousille pas ton cerveau car les ondes sont grav (c)s |
| Et tu d (c)cale ta sono, abattez mes rivaux |
| Et t’as peur de rencontrer le reste du commando, |
| Ensemble ou en solo |
| KLR nous unis, veille sur nous depuis l haut |
| J’d (c)barque sur le projet, j’te baise ou j’grave |
| ‰cartes ton gros der, tes grosses fesses |
| Ramnes tes grosses lvres, j’te le donne en conseil |
| Pas des grosses mres, des grosses ma®tres |
| Ђ l’aise poses ta grosse tЄte |
| Pas de proverbe mais ne cause pas trop prenne de gros projets |
| Pas la prochaine |
| Projtes de gros piges dans les gros siges |
| Protges ton fausse air, sans faucettes j’te possde |
| J’te fais une grossesse, pas de problme |
| J’te laisse en chaussettes, j’te crochtes |
| J’ten parle en prochaine en prochaine lettre |
| Je matte les prophtes |
| Saian, dieu mon gros |
| Saian, c’est ca |
| C’est l’Saian, vas-y mon nig |
| Saian, c’est l’Saian |
| Saian, c’est l’Saian |
| Saian, c’est Supa |
| C’est l’Saian, New York City |
| Saian, 36 Records |