Songtexte:
H W A Eat This

a fucking horn And blow on that sucker 'till the break of dawn When I chose you I made a hell of a pick Boy, you eat pussy like a professional trick I

golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... Cuz if I had a

Shawnna)] We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh) Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my

Delta Some of 'em ask a Diddy, some of 'em do whatever Got a girl that's shy, girl that's a freak Got a girl when I'm sick, she watch what I eat Got a girl up in Target, a

ta!) I don't need nobody else up in this bedroom, just ya! Yeah! (yeah!) - Cause you and me we makes a hell of a pair (pair!) I like you scratchin' my

's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage My whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, a.k.a

's at the border Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water MC, H E A V Y D, O V E R W E I G H T Lover in the house, on the smooth

are A celebrity I'll never be I'm just a representative of my community In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle down Hold down this Southern town From H

jeans This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin' *** you?s a knock off, a imitation Local ass kingpin *** wit a limitation