Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ask Son, artist - Wu-Syndicate. Date of issue: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
Ask Son |
| Niggas, man |
| Fuck up, trying to extort me nigga? |
| Fuck man, what? |
| Global thugs baby |
| Crab niggas frontin for what? |
| Pollyin shit |
| Word, come on god |
| What What What |
| Crab niggas frontin for what? |
| We gotta smash 'em |
| Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em |
| U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em |
| Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son |
| I’m driving megaton bombs, armageddion |
| Modern day babylon, we housed on X-Com |
| Expression with the swarm, mellow with the drama |
| From meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin Decepticons |
| Stealth bomb, commonwealth dealt, fuck if it felt wrong |
| We teflon, what you wan’t huh? |
| A lying arm spar |
| Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad |
| Liftin skirts dash, run for your stash |
| Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E. |
| whut? |
| You heard of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag burglars |
| Mafio, the '98 stee, copping blow, polly Ross Perot |
| Treasury gold, the mop n glow |
| Classic tight, street main events get rich |
| For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with |
| Myalansky, Wu-tang my mans got plans see |
| Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad cream |
| Settin' though I had to let them fags know for real yo |
| Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though |
| Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out |
| Apachi and P keep your shit locked |
| Niggas must be stupid or something |
| Vandalizin my man Shan with |
| Kidnappin my man little Steve |
| And now the fans shifted |
| All of my thugs eating from hell’s kitchen |
| Bitch ass niggas, stop snitching |
| What |
| Haha |
| Yo, Red Joe you better stop snitchin boy |
| Word Up |
| All you niggas snitchin, we callin you out |
| You know what I’m sayin (echo) |