笨小笨Got’s Like Come On Thru歌词由Wu-Tang Clan演唱，出自专辑《Gots Like Come On Thru》，下面是《Got’s Like Come On Thru》完整版歌词！
Got’s Like Come On Thru歌词完整版
Yeah yeah
Come on
Ahahahhhahaha
Minds Start to freeze at ease
Ah na n***a
Its the Wu
Tang Killa
Bees Brooklyn
Zu
Yeah
Mad Twos Coming at your avenue 36
Chambers at a theater
Near you You don't know what can happen
Wu gots like come on through
Sooooh is the call for the
Wu Zu gots like come on through
Soooooh is the call for the
Zu If your from the east coast and your down with
Brooklyn Zu
Soooh that's the call for your crew
If your from the west coast and your down with
Brooklyn Zu
They call me heatmizer
Blowing my top your not wiser
The lyrical robber
I burn ya a*s like
Lava Magma
Plus you can bust my crust
They call me road runner
I leave ya a*s in the dust
I drink the heat beneath the
Earth's core 6
Million and 50 degrees maybe more
Over ground mounds metallic minerals enough flesh
Leaving mother f**kers in a mess
Myyyy crustal plate you can't separate my colossal force
BLAST your off course
Drying molting rock
I can flow nonstop
Condense with sea water watch me spin like a top
For miles and miles deep
You can't endure the heat
Be the first to run or the last n***a sleep
I sore with the glasses
Thick like molasses
Now take this
I hit you with the drunken dragon fist
Got the funk for you mind leaving n***as in bliss
I look deep in your eyes digging into your soul
Pulling out the inner thoughts weak minds behold
I know exactly what your thinking
Wait for you to blink and hit you with a rhyme and make your ego sinking
I send your wack a*s back to class learn something
So you can peep the real s**t and you can stop fronting
On your phony block with your phony glock
And so you slip when n***as burn the drama they put text on your lips
Booka Blaww
Son I just about thought of that s**t
So you want to be a gansta rapper boy you get the d**k
The drunken dragon coming at you
If I hear you say
Brooklyn Zu then
Now back the f**k up before
I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your back
Its the hard core warrior straight from
Madena Look upon my face it shows no ameba
Brooklyn Zu
Killa bees on the swarm
I bee in your area so sound the alarm
Monks in the front not the f**king trunk
Knocking down n***as and girls see the lump
S**t is real yes I'm hitting hot like spiel
I'm coming through your town so its best that your peel
For real Yes
I get dirty with my skills
No slacks in my thoughts no time for me
Cough
N***as your crazy
I leave no f**king traces
When I leave it on your a*s you be desinergrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick
Somebody in my click is bound to set up it ya hit
By the strikes s**t that
I fist I'm just like the devil
Yeah yeah yeah 1070
New York Ave
All my n***as on
New York Ave
Drunken Dragon
RR keep it real
Don't f**k WITH MEEEEE
Texas yo We
Love ya
