Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden Sands , by - Wu-Syndicate. Release date: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
Golden Sands |
| Was in the court room the other day |
| They try to give a nigga a hundred years (Word) |
| They can’t do all that time man, some common will shit |
| I know they trying to do though |
| They trying to snatch us up the street |
| So they can reproduce their seeds through our women |
| Shit is hot, it’s the golden sands |
| Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation |
| Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization |
| Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci |
| Rags of gucci, down at Carantang, true see |
| They got no proof from daddy type manuevers |
| Down so low, operations moves through the sewers |
| Fuck the three crops, Busy saleet shit is stock |
| Making cheese, run and flew the scene, Megatrees a pot |
| Locked in storage, steady moving forward |
| Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright |
| It’s trife, sending mom through kites from natural life |
| Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a |
| Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager |
| Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions |
| Johnny Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison |
| Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners |
| Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you |
| Greesy moves under alias names |
| You catching no sleep, it’s hot in these streets |
| The Golden Sands |
| In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan’t grands |
| Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex lands |
| We throwing darts, what? |
| And got some big plans |
| Living life in the golden sands |
| In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah |
| We see you shining pushing GX Lex with girls |
| Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand |
| Living life in the golden sand |
| Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo |
| Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol |
| Suit the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fans |
| Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame |
| Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage |
| Catch to clap you if you ask Emmitt |
| Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas |
| Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best |
| I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics |
| And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics |
| Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler |
| Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar? |
| I execute ambasadors, clapping |
| Hammers as Thor, sparking eight east wars |
| So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets |
| Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips |
| Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic |
| Ill crafted, to spread malice |
| My team max it, legacies for milleniums |
| Wu-Syndicate, emblems more feared then Benjamins |