And now the six merry murderesses of the Crookem County Jail In their rendition of 'The Cell Block Tango' Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!
Batticuore inaudito Notte infestata dai sogni Quanti soli che fanno stupire ed arrossire il cielo Quante lune che fanno tacere e sorridere il nero ?
Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers And heroin users without Marlilyn's music But I figure I make my music I don't care if you
The caviar and the diamond rings It goes all night, I see the writing on the wall The bright lights of a big soiree The satin glows and the tango sways
People have told me You have ways of killing without dealing a mob Well, so have I Yeah, come on, what's the deal? Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year
on and covers on It's bright from the TV light, peace, goodnight Looking out my window, sun shining bright Birds are singing, trying to make things right Now I got music
Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with
They told me what happened alright You're still young and things like that always happen When you'll learn then you'll know not to make those mistakes
Chef, let's do it Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in Blood money when we hawking Awkward gun that
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat I want people to be able to understand Yo, anybody can rhyme, you know what I'm
W on my hood shirt Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes I'm that superhero with the brand new costume Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
score movies, make Supreme Clientele Oh, here I am again (My Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack) No, can't get it near, I quit (My Wu-Tang slang
airliner And if you want a little bang in your ying yang If you want a little zing in your zang zang If you want a little ting in your tang tang Come
Follow me into my world Let your worries fade with every step you take Baby Whatcha' waiting for Let the tango take control Feel the music inside
club they circle around some sex goddess like vultures Flashbulbs popping Like bees around their queen She is completely indifferent to all the commotion And orders some mango tango
the Huey New out Pharrell what these n-ggas talkin' bout? Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse A two album Jay-Z, a one n-gga Wu-Tang Young and
outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music
flood the area tsunami Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em _Dry Me_ I'm married to the game, the brass my music When Brick's in the house, there'