Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Campfire, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Campfire |
| Today I’ll talk about kindness |
| Justice, faith, and kindness |
| I want you to listen carefully |
| Kindness and faith, are the foundation |
| Without them, we can’t become good people |
| And with justice, we know we can lead a good life |
| And how can I be a good man then, eh? |
| Huh… well, first of all, you have to practice honesty |
| Mmm? |
| Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself |
| Keep control |
| Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything |
| Out of nowhere, there came a caravan |
| This was around a campfire light |
| A lovely woman in motion |
| Her hair was as dark, as the night |
| Cruisin on the interstate, just follow while I innovate |
| Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate |
| Front and get your dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait |
| I’m tryin to bring the «Sexy Back"with Timbaland and Timberlake |
| Spittin like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe |
| Tell that joker «tally ho», put shots in that Denali yo RZA you know how we go on them 20's, that’s how we roll |
| And I don’t eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though |
| The game criminal, my, my chain figaro |
| My, my dame’s pigeon-toed, I’m still the same nigga though |
| Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow |
| And I’m like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw |
| On anything that RZA throw, Ironman’s invisible |
| I left my chick for cheatin on me, now that bitch is miserable |
| Poppin bottles, paintin hella Wallo’s on my physical |
| We gon’have a ball, might as well pick a testicle |
| Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl |
| Fuck a coma, now the state you layin is a vegetable |
| You wanna see me? |
| Like you ain’t checkable? |
| You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few… |
| ? |
| last line only «Her hair» |
| Only God, has lept into avenged mind |
| And can distinguish, good, from evil |
| Ha ha ha ha Aiyyo Cappa! |
| We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out |
| Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house |
| Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real |
| You thought that I fell off but now I’m attackin the field |
| All in Chicago, grindin, puttin it down |
| Crush blocks of MC’s, I ain’t playin around |
| Yo you heard me on The Bassment, givin it to 'em |
| Fake dudes hidin theyself, but I could see through 'em |
| Diggler, what? |
| I’m tryin to live and raise kids |
| While you throwin up ya sign, I’m layin 'em down kid |
| Plus I’m back home now, doin my thing |
| Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring |
| ? |
| first ½ |
| A good friend, holds his drink |
| Bad company makes bad wine! |
| Drinking among friends |
| Red wine means a good life |
| A few drinks bring comfort |
| Two drinks are enough! |
| Money can’t buy courage! |
| Riches mean nothing to us! |
| Brilliant, a display of genius |