Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank U, artist - Mathematics. Album song Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Times
Song language: English
Thank U |
We gon' what? |
*beat kicks in* |
Cl-ap, cl-ap nigga |
And snap uh, that’s a part of the game |
That’s the part of the game nigga that you never understood |
And a problem to fuckin' stand you |
You know who’s around this nigga |
Best to respect, I see who you are |
I wanna thank, I wanna thank you Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ |
Raekwon and Ghostface, U-God and Method Man |
On a Mathematics beat, Mathematics drop the beat |
Porceline floors with a dog named Ginger |
Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners |
Then slide thru your hood in hoods |
Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods |
Holdin up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit |
One shot and ya mans on it |
The little kids watch 'em down the block |
Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots |
Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it |
Fuck bitches raw, why? |
cuz I’m a pro at it |
Big birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and |
2000 Mark Damian |
Listen to the (clap) |
Real niggas (clap) |
Rich niggas (clap) |
My bitches (clap) |
If you love pussy then y’all niggas (clap) |
If you love to get ate, then y’all ladies (clap) |
If you real fucked up, then ya’ll niggas (clap) |
If you bare witness to Allah y’all (clap) |
Aiyo you see me on the big screen y’all niggas clap |
(Jeans with a gangster lean, y’all clap) |
Brim hats, sloppy automatics that clap |
(Big shit, thunder) Get around that |
I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ |
Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man |
On a Mathematics beat |
My hands are clappin my body’s movin |
My body’s movin from side to side |
The beat is so funky, funky |
Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze |
Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long |
Clap ya hands now, people clap ya hands |
I drink till I’m drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk |
Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers |
Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls |
It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is «because» |
No yin to my yang, it’s a black thing |
Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains |
Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y’all |
Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest? |
Ya down with the syndrome: retarted |
I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and |
Take it to square, this ain’t no Yacub affair |
Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner daughter |
That y’all, but not us |
I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ |
Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man |
On a Mathematics beat |
My hands are clappin my body’s movin |
My body’s movin from side to side |
The beat is so funky, funky |
Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze |
Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long |
Rock it all night long |
Check out Ghostface, check out Method Man |
Mathematics beat, Mathematics beat |
Check out Angie, that’s me, on the vocals |
All night, all night long |
HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on |
HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on |
(Clap, clap, clap ya hands now) |