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Verse Three] AHHHH! WALK LIKE A SOLDIER! Give me the ??, let me put em on ?? we'll take it slow, AHHH! TALK LIKE A SOLDIER, "ATTEN-TION! PARADE REST!"
fusion yo the heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of Niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock Africa Bambata shit, home of the hip
questo sono qui Mi dice tu fai presto Piu presto faccio il bis Voglio l' hit-parade, ehy dj Disco multyplay, MTV Awards Quello che faccio pero si chiama hip
t a Crip though but I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip
violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid Singin your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade
mind for removing the ceiling Revealing a movement of people who dreamin And fightin for peace so they can't be defeated My reason is blind if you follow my meaning Tongue is hip
avanti, nella hit parade, passando per il make-up elettronico! Gusto plastico, suono mistico, artistico, stilosissimo, a modo suo forma un duo con l'hip
Hip and Hop So I grin, pretend I don't know 'em for shit I ask, "Ay homie, why they call you Hip?" He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
Yee, Frere on va s'en meler, y'a embrouille et on tire pas a blanc, J'sais pas pourquoi ta meuf confond ma bite et sa brosse a dents, Le Hip-Hop est malade
action the hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy John Bliggy player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers parades
I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip
, crowded streets, the fusion yo The heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga babe got room, grab the gat for misbehaviors And the chocolate faded boom, flossin' hip
in their context, With no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't faking for ends, Hip
it back and said "hey pops, c'mon down we're having a parade, c'mon down we're having a parade, c'mon down we're having a parade, woohoo! hey!!!"
