Letra de What You In Fo' - Wu-Tang Clan
Letra de canci�n de What You In Fo' de Wu-Tang Clan lyrics
{*jail interlude*}
RZA
Son, I just slapped my bitch
Came to my crib 'bout half past six
Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed
I was like, "Yo bitch, why ain't no food fixed?"
She on the phone with her friend, talkin' 'bout dick
I snatched the receiver from that bitch like click
She got all excited, tryin' to throw fit
Swung at me, then I swung back, bitch
Method Man
What you in fo'? It happened in the club
With some thugs I was at the bar, smokin' bud, hollerin' at love
Ladybug was playin' in my peachfuzz
She was talkin' hot fudge
Can't nobody do it like she does in the hot tub
Didn't know her man was in the club
And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz
Had me shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub, baby
Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove
What the blood do, actin' like he won the Golden Gloves
I get one for holdin' grudge, but if this kid throw a slug
I'm-a throw a slug
That's how we be rollin' 'cause
I see this dud tryin' to play me like a pair of Lugz
Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug
What you in fo'?
{*jail interlude*}
Streetlife
I'm locked down for tryin' to hold my block down since a shorty
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The Old Earth was like, "Street, put the glock down"
I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds
And now I got one. C'mon, who wanna front now?
Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown
Whoever wanna throw down
The gangsters better slow down
Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us
(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money, love and lust
(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice
I might bang you twice and take double the life
What you in fo'?
Raekwon the Chef
Jail status - get up
Wash a nigga mattress, faggot. You heard about me, right?
Pass off them packages, cat, you gotta eat to live
Meet the crib. Got a hundred starvin' niggaz in here, big
So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in glocks, we call 'em oxes
Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit
Fuck the C.O.'s, ay yo, Boo, I need clothes
Slide brokers where phones get hid
Fuck with Russians and Latins
The most powerful marble black slipper style
Goin' out thrashin' niggaz, kicks get thrown
Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
Notarized wigs, lay six months
That's alright, dog, make it home, Lord
Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls
Bang monster anger
Bop through the halls with bangers
Live good, like the abbot of all chambers
{*jail interlude*}
RZA
Son, I just slapped my bitch
Came to my crib 'bout half past six
Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed
I was like, "Yo bitch, why ain't no food fixed?"
She on the phone with her friend, talkin' 'bout dick
I snatched the receiver from that bitch like click
She got all excited, tryin' to throw fit
Swung at me, then I swung back, bitch
Method Man
What you in fo'? It happened in the club
With some thugs I was at the bar, smokin' bud, hollerin' at love
Ladybug was playin' in my peachfuzz
She was talkin' hot fudge
Can't nobody do it like she does in the hot tub
Didn't know her man was in the club
And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz
Had me shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub, baby
Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove
What the blood do, actin' like he won the Golden Gloves
I get one for holdin' grudge, but if this kid throw a slug
I'm-a throw a slug
That's how we be rollin' 'cause
I see this dud tryin' to play me like a pair of Lugz
Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug
What you in fo'?
{*jail interlude*}
Streetlife
I'm locked down for tryin' to hold my block down since a shorty
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/what-you-in-fo--wu-tang-clan.php
The Old Earth was like, "Street, put the glock down"
I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds
And now I got one. C'mon, who wanna front now?
Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown
Whoever wanna throw down
The gangsters better slow down
Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us
(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money, love and lust
(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice
I might bang you twice and take double the life
What you in fo'?
Raekwon the Chef
Jail status - get up
Wash a nigga mattress, faggot. You heard about me, right?
Pass off them packages, cat, you gotta eat to live
Meet the crib. Got a hundred starvin' niggaz in here, big
So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in glocks, we call 'em oxes
Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit
Fuck the C.O.'s, ay yo, Boo, I need clothes
Slide brokers where phones get hid
Fuck with Russians and Latins
The most powerful marble black slipper style
Goin' out thrashin' niggaz, kicks get thrown
Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
Notarized wigs, lay six months
That's alright, dog, make it home, Lord
Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls
Bang monster anger
Bop through the halls with bangers
Live good, like the abbot of all chambers
{*jail interlude*}
