Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sound The Horns, artist - Sadat X.
Date of issue: 29.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sound The Horns |
Yeah, yeah… |
Yeah, yeah… |
Let’s go… |
Yeah, listen… |
The sound of the horns says it’s on |
We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn |
Step like a don through the city, Deck bonds |
I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring |
Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen |
Duece times 5, that’s my type women |
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted |
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it? |
Fifty cal' flow, get low |
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa |
Steady, heavy like the 5−2 Chevy |
Niggas ain’t ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy |
Roll like dice in the casino |
Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino |
Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino |
Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero |
«Wu-Tang!» |
«Wu-Tang!» |
The Wild Cowboy number one |
G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son? |
Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch |
The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks |
Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that fuck in schools |
I’m a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas |
Sixteen bars, keep the car running |
Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill |
Punks jump up to get beat down |
New York the sweet town I sorta, who’s on tour? |
Who the vile, truth can say, you ain’t a slouch |
Now Rule local, now I’m B.K. |
vocal |
Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back |
Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ’ll turn the tune up |
I’mma tell you who’s soon enough to got |
And I ain’t down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss |
«Wu-Tang!» |
Yo, you’re hog-tied, I’m roping them, bitches, I’m gropping them |
Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium |
Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force |
Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce |
I keep it gloss, I’m suited up for my franchise |
Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys |
Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness |
I’m like Seabiscuit, I’mma win by a photo finish |
Nigga, this ain’t tennis, yeah, I ain’t bluffing shit |
I be the street menace on my David Ruffin shit |
Police ain’t cuffing shit, claiming I’m a crook |
Throw up my middle finger, I’m a hall of famer in my book |
Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork |
Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt |
Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes |
I’m that superhero with the brand new costume |
«Wu-Tang!» |
«Wu-Tang!» |
«Wu-Tang!» |
«Wu-Tang!» |