Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can It Be All So Simple, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 08.11.1993
Song language: English
Can It Be All So Simple |
| KnowhatI’msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick |
| Nineteen ninety three exoticness |
| KnowhatI’msayin, let’s get technical |
| Where’s your bone at, get up on that shit aight |
| Yo! |
| Started off on the island, AK Shaolin |
| Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin |
| Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now |
| Rae gotta get a plate now |
| Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one |
| Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one |
| Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen |
| Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream |
| That’s the life of a crimey, real live crimey |
| If niggas know the half is behind me |
| Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto |
| Now I’m a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto |
| In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout |
| Pushin the big joint from down South |
| So if you’re filthy stacked up |
| Betta watch ya back and duck |
| Cause these fiends they got it cracked up |
| Now my man from up north, now he got the law |
| It’s solid as a rock and crazy salt |
| No jokes, I’m not playin, get his folks |
| Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) |
| And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop |
| I pointed a gat at his mother’s knot |
| (Yo, Rae, don’t do that shit, man! Don’t do that shit!) |
| Fuck that |
| Dedicated to the winners and the losers |
| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) |
| Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers |
| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) |
| Dedicated to the Y’s, 850-I's |
| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) |
| Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys |
| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) |
| Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax |
| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) |
| Dedicated to MPV’s phat! |
| (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) |
| Nigguh, yeah, yeah! |
| Yo! |
| Kickin the fly cliches |
| Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day |
| Though I’m tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots |
| Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot |
| I’d rather flip shows instead of those |
| Hangin on my living room wall |
| My first joint, and it went gold |
| I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade |
| Plus the spot light |
| Gettin my dick rubbed all night |
| I wanna have me a phat yacht |
| And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops |
| But for now, it just a big dream |
| Cause I find myself in the place where I’m last seen |
| My thoughts must be relaxed |
| Be able to maintain |
| Cause times is changed and life is strange |
| The glorious days is gone, and everybody’s doin' bad |
| Yo, mad lives is up for grabs |
| Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes |
| Receivin all types of calls from upstate |
| Yo, I can’t cope with the pressure |
| Settlin for lesser |
| The god left lessons on my dresser |
| So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way |
| Continue to make hits with Rae and A |
| Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime |
| (Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga |
| Word up |
| It’s on like that) |
| (Can it be that it was all so simple then) |