笨小笨Older Gods歌词由Wu-Tang Clan&Ghostface Killah&Raekwon&Gza演唱，出自专辑《Wu-Tang Forever》，下面是《Older Gods》完整版歌词！
Older Gods歌词完整版
Older Gods - Wu-Tang Clan/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/GZA
Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes change my tire peel out
Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late
I'm lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece
Your girlfriend c'mere
Oh sh*t you my man's niece the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place
We f**ked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what's this
Niggaz bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist
E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed's plate
Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up the kid telltales make a ni**a head wake up
Beats break the ni**a would take off his time
Honolulu status gladdest
The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That ni**a mad savage stationary Hall of Justice
Niggaz came clumped out
Just came home now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life
'Til the sun burn out that's my word move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
Holdin' my nuts f**kin' thousand dollar lesbians
Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness forget his original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park rhymin' off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
All lookin' stank I ain't playin' wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square
Household name assassin killa bee
Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend
Those that got styles they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky
Without skills they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
