Gots Like Come On Thru Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[intro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)] 

Ahahahaha 

Minds start to freeze, at ease 

Its the wu-tang killa beez 

Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz 

Comin at yo' avenuez 

36 chambaz at a theater near ya 

(to all my muthafuckin niggaz in the place to be 

And lllllast man to me) 

We gon' take hip hop to anotha level 

[chorus: buddha monk & ol' dirty bastard] 

Wu, gots like come on through 

Su, that's the call of the wu 

Zu, gots like come on through 

Su, that's the call for the zu 

[hook: buddha monk & ol' dirty bastard] 

If your from the east coast and 

You're down with brooklyn zu 

Su, that's the call for your crew 

If your from the west coast and 

You're down with brooklyn zu 

Su, that's the call for your crew 

[buddha monk] 

Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple 

And the knowledge procedes to take off like emmitt's missle 

Its the rapfire comin from this lord, monk and sire 

Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher 

I get off even if it's battle or war, y'all niggaz hit the floor 

And word iz bond, it still prescibes laws, hate the allegations 

So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the zu 

Domination 

We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble 

Honey rebels, and all y'all niggaz betta end up in fuckin belleview 

Yo, I mean that, I'm a God and I cut you no slack 

You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back 

Your some lame ass nigga rockin tommy hilfiger 

With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger 

And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination 

You betta check up with your still and just watch the zu nation 

[chorus] 

[drunken dragon - zu manchuz] 

Now take this, I hit you with the drunken dragon fist 

Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss 

I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul 

Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold 

I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink 

And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking 

I send your wack ass back to class, learn something 

So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting 

On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip 

When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips 

Hey son, I just thought about that shit 

And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick 

The drunken dragon, comin at you 

And if I hear you say brooklyn zu, I say "yo, who you? " 'cause 

[chorus] 

[buddha monk] 

Back the fuck up before I use my gat 

Spray two to your neck and four to your back 

It's the hardcore warrior, straight from medina 

Look on my face it shows, no one meaner 

Brooklyn zu killa bees on the swarm 

I be in your area so sound the alarm 

Monks in the front know not to fuckin drunk 

Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump 

Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel 

I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel 

For real, yes I get dirty with my skill 

No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up 

Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fuckin traces 

When I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated 

Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick 

Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick 

Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix 

I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause 

[chorus] 

[hook] 

[outro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)] 

1-1-2, 4-4-1 frankin av. 

Peace, to my nigga wack 

(it's all good, it's all bad 

Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally 

You'll neva see meeeeeee) 

Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu 

Suuuuuuuuuuu!!