Uzi (Pinky Ring)
Lyrics
Yo, yeah Don't erase none of that good s**t in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, Pinky ring s**t, yofull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
club rap influencesold school Influences
east coast rap roots
danceable beats
heavy use of guest rappers
group rap arrangements
lyrics about the rap industry
street talkin' lyrics
lyrics about alcohol and drugs
dissin' lyrics
defiant lyrics
boastin' lyrics
party rhymes
heavy use of slang
a repetitive song structure
a rhythmic intro
the use of chordal patterning
acoustic drum samples
a slow moving bass line
wah-wah guitar
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yeah We read a hundred niggaz palms silencers, garbage bags of hash Sure to get it perkin' and 'cause a disturbance Rap Barracuda, three XL kahuna Stuck with Hawaiian ice diamond twice the whole city thought Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's From dark matter to the big crunch Name your price, I black out then change the lights Fix your weave, behold my expertise Reputation enhanced, since the 'cause was probable Gash you out your burner fast, you swing down hatin' me You crabs test, can't measure the threat Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Coke over there with blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Queen, couldn't even Jack Monk I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Watch the block thirst for one became all Songwriters: Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Gary Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clarance Reid, Clifford Smith, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So you compare contrast but don't blast I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips So nice like New York they had to name him twice I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Publishers: RAMECCA PUBLISHING, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS, WU TANG PUBLISHING Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back The Noble, Sir I Mass Mogul Eighteen karat rap between noodles Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee I bought Fubu blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered Super bad, who am I? Dolemite classic I'm up at the Wu library readin' Malcolm's, 'Any Means Necessary' The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett We in them authentic alley switchin' joints major general Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check Broken down and crafted in seconds My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers, the shit had me dyin' They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Get the fuck away from my door, we got big guns in here That Pinky ring shit yo Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Now respect get your fingers off the glass I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah It's that Pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head Yo, big fat nigga bleedin' big cat nigga all season on the beach truck The rhyme came from the pressure of heat I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves Better, respect it, bitch believe New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic The blind couldn't verify the authenticity Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Niggaz, five stars, both arms rock when coke dropped Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo Yo what the fuck yo? Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for? The vocals came in a bunch without one punch




