Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolves, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wolves |
| The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he’s the guy |
| Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma |
| But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog |
| Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa |
| Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex yo’ass |
| I wet the Ave. when I set my path |
| The 'Vette don’t crash, I’m built to long last |
| Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast |
| Earn my respect, my checks they better cash |
| Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass |
| Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast |
| Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags |
| Next shot go right through your hovercraft |
| You do the math my answer tounge slash |
| When will you learn it’s return of Shaft |
| The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft |
| My force might blur, the Porsche’ll purr |
| The apple martini, of course it’s stirred |
| I’ll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber |
| Shark skin armor, I’ll bring the drama |
| Damn, deficatin on the map |
| Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap |
| How real is that, you niggaz hatin on the fact |
| that the kid is blazin this track and hatin on 'em back |
| My dough’s stacked up with O’s, who the mack |
| duckin po'-po's blowin smoke O’s in the 'Llac |
| To be exact, don’t want no hassle with the stack |
| In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back |
| Yeah, it’s all grillin, how the fuck y’all feelin? |
| Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em |
| The arch villans, when the blood start spillin |
| Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em |
| Yeah, now I got it in the smash |
| A ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash |
| Me and my comrades followin the cash |
| And livin e’ry day like tomorrow is the last |
| I’m like the savior dog to ya baby when you’re lost out in the snow |
| Like a coyote out on the desert… |
| Where the foxes never go And the wolf, they never go… |
| Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it Or would you take it for somethin else and get to’the fuck up Men come together for the common cause |
| To beat yo’ass, just because |
| There’s a line you don’t cross offendin the boss |
| While of course his one selectin through your head shot |
| I’m back in the yard again, the bars callin |
| 15 sets of this will have you swollen |
| Ladies like, «Damn papa you lookin right |
| I’d love to give you some of this pussy and I’m a dyke» |
| I write when the energy’s right to spark friction |
| DJ cuttin it, spinnin it back mixin |
| Great pop knock tickin, poetry description |
| for the motion picture reenactment |
| Activate a higher assassin, keep it classic |
| Rap evolution every black, yo pass that |