Текст песни The Game - I Grew Up on Wu-Tang

[Raekwon:] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side, Staying alive was no jive. Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man, So then we moved to Shaolin land. A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose, Only way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot, And let's start it like this, son, Rollin' with this one and that one... [Verse 1:] Red Wallabies, buzzin' with my Killa Beez, Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines. Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine, Tryna suck the head off my dick like a guillotine, Came in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine, Put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede. Cash rules everything around me... Before Dre found me, before my city crowned me, Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me, Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me. Six years passed, now I'm banging in the county, Niggas that used to talk shit won't even come around me, Recitin' Method Man while my celly just sit there, Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair. Came home through the hood, GX shinin', Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds. [Chorus:] Nigga, I grew up on Wu-Tang! Nigga, I grew up on Wu-Tang! Cash rules everything around me... Cash rules everything around me... [Verse 2:] I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu Kang, Jordan XII's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu game, Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame, Lexus coupe, rubbin' on them titties boy, 2 Chainz. Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me, 'Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be, RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stainless, Five .38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers. Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate, Dayton's on the S-Class equipped with the floor safe, And we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops, Chronic in the Glad lock, the dope spot padlocked. In the living room baggin' shit up, watchin' Matlock, Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks, And my mama workin' late, skinny nigga servin' weight, Let the chronic circulate the Purple Tape. [Chorus:] Nigga, I grew up on Wu-Tang! Nigga, I grew up on Wu-Tang! Cash rules everything around me... Cash rules everything around me...
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