Cobra Clutch Lyrics by Wu-Tang Clan

Cobra Clutch Lyrics

    Yo, yeah bitch
    Aiyyo, motherfucker
    Aiyyo, swallow it

    Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers'
    Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht)
    Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
    Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
    Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
    It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
    Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
    Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer
    Gucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin'
    No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppin
    Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out
    Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
    Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in Boston
    Both of them dead, cop in the loft and
    big chain swingin nigga, Matchbox car drivin
    Street whylin, Role' with the four-finger glidin
    Watch him, scorchin with spells and top toxin
    Amoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
    Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
    Ghost'll keep shinin til the sun bust
    yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose out
    Sixty center get the Rover out
    Featherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicks
    When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!"

    Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
    'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'
    Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at
    Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest
    NOW, who the hypest in New York City?
    WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!

    "I got fifty men out in the street
    Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
    Is that it? Is that what you're tryin to tell me?"
    --> Superfly

    Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plate
    Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby
    Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama
    one oh five point six llama
    Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Beanfield
    Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes
    Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X
    Compression with the A and sharp press
    Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla suckle
    with jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin average
    One taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes
    from the fermenting hell halls of tragic
    Speaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap game
    Erasial, Excedrin head bredderns catch facials
    Side orders, one telephone for take out
    Stomp your man half to death rob him then we break it
    Get off on the ?Clove? Exit, knees dirty, chick now
    with low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me
    Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues
    New Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
    Deck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hall
    Hey y'all Peppermint Pattie's, slum my Peter Paul
    Wrangler, straight laid the track when it's sag
    with one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
    Ticklish, Crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed off
    Standin in the rain and can't find they whips
    Suckers! Motherfucker! Yo

    Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
    'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'
    Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at
    Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest
    NOW, who the hypest in New York City?
    WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!

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