Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wherever I Go, artist - RZA. Album song Birth Of A Prince, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2003
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group, Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Wherever I Go |
Yeah, uh, it’s dark outside |
We still in the hood with this one, ya’ll |
Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene |
Huh? |
Ain’t no sun outside, never sunny where I’m from |
Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo |
Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' till the late night |
Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' «We hate life!» |
Gettin' this money, but we want more |
I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don’t want war |
I heat targets, anything you see, rob it, got beef like the meat market |
I’m clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants |
I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret |
They come through and finish drama after we start it |
All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player |
Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors |
Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches |
Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player |
My vision is deep the Division will creep |
Run up on you, start hittin' your peeps |
Nigga, we ain’t playin, our mission’s discreet |
I’m clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks |
To let you know we ain’t playin' |
Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil |
I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto |
My watch 80 G appraisal |
Plus they drop 50 G’s for a RZA beat |
Cherry wood, hickory seats, presidential suites |
Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty |
Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me |
Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief |
And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week |
Keep comin' out your gums like loose teeth |
You gon take 40 to the mouth and it ain’t no brewski |
That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf |
Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Loosies |
Wanna shoot me? |
know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee |
Ya’ll don’t wanna lose teeth |
Comin' all out of your face just like pimples |
That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you |
'Cuz ya’ll niggas ain’t with it, better quit it |
'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted |
That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap |
Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac' |
You could take one, not talkin' bout a Ac' |
I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what? |
Wherever I go, I pack my 44 |
Wherever I go, I always have dough |
Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! |
What up? |
(What up, O? What up fam?) |
What up cousin, how you (nothin' just trynna sling this shit) |
What’s goin' on (You know I made that drop good off, right?) |
Oh, word? |
(Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man) |
That’s what’s up, yo, but check this out |
I got something new here for you, right here (what?) |
Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?) |
Yeah, lesson (what you talkin' bout, nigga?) |
Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?) |
Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom. |
It’s right here (son, what’s that all about, though, yo?) |
Yo, God, it’s the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? |
It’s the truth |
It’s the way it’s gonna set you free |
I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out |
Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin |
Check this out, and let me know… (let's see what you talkin' about) |
Youknowhatimsayin, I know you’ll respond good |
This could take you to another level |
(Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?) |
Listen, brother, I’ve been readin', man, without this man I wouldn’t be here |
right now |
You know? |
(You know what, god? Youknowhatimean? |
I’mma trust your word on this, I’mma pick this up, I’mma read this, aight |
I’mma get back at you, if I can relate, we’ll relate |
If not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?) |
Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g |
This is Math right here (yeah, it’s like that, for real, fam?) |
For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam) |
This nigga, talkin' peace, man, this nigga’s the wildest' nigga I know, yo! |