Music Video
RZA, Ghostface Killah and Ol' Dirty Bastard - Windpipe
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Composer
Dennis Coles
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
Producer
Lyrics
Yo, yo, yo
Doo-do-do-do, boo-do-do-do
Yo, pssh, yo, yo
Parked the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
Autograph sign in pass with a gold tip Sharpie
Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label Scotch
While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
Underground left and right pan surround sound can't re-scan
Be an enhanced video tape, steadicam
Gold and chrome desert Eagle never left at home
To the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seed and wiz well-cultured
Kill enemies by mailing them the poison through postage
I open and fold ya, dirty fucked the ogre
I'll leave the cats that book of food stamps, they make cold cuts
Then buy some equal, a fifty-sack of that lethal
Or just be boostin' bloody cube steaks from Key food
What party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care
Yo, what party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care (Yo, lord up)
What party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care (Load up)
Yo, what party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care
You bitches actin' like you don't care
You bitches actin' like you, yo!
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
Gold and platinum fangs unstainable, I chew rocks
Cybertech digital suit deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by 40 acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan
Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
Tapes we dub, pound you with the ace of club
Clobber your tree to a shrub
Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub
Passionate portrait, my bitch spread eagle, wild orchid
Pussy so wet you could fuck it with a soft tipped dick
Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her coughin'
I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra
Starks might fuck Mya
I'm the pussy vampire
I don't wanna work no more
(Doo-do-do-do-do-do-do) I want my own island, not Shaolin
While I'm talking
What party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care
What party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care
What party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care
What party can you go to and I ain't there?
You bitches acting like you don't care
Yo, I'm bent out, three days, two nights, yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got their hand out
Like I owe something, check their stance, they fronting
I'm two seconds from twisting y'all shit over nothin'
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid
In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit your wrists
To the maximum, hand me the forty, I'll thrash 'em
Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on
Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho
Running from two assaults from rap and I might blow
World Cup, some been blessed with the Stanley
Ivan Lendl autographed racket with the hankey
Sideline maneuver, polished wax, emcee remover
**** with long nails cutting me, leaving bruises
Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks
Came home, this dust head dude tryna play me close
Sweeping, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid
I might do magic make him disappear
Railroad that ****, Isotola Coca-Cola holder
Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola
Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor
Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of
The King James version, displayed just like Samsung with effects
That'll kill Roger's 007
Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the deer
Fuck with mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe Captain & Tennille, Tanaka and golden sale
Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah Price all up in your dugged-out trench
When I snatched that, shit was broke, shoulda sent your ass back
And where's the key to the hatchback
Pop that, get in, throw a bag full of mics in there, respect that
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These **** acting like they don't care
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These hoes acting like they don't care
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These **** acting like they don't care
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These hoes acting like they don't care
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These **** acting like they don't care
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These hoes acting like they don't care
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These hoes acting like they don't care
What party can you go to and Wu ain't there?
These hoes acting like they don't care
What party can you go to?
Written by: Dennis Coles, Robert Diggs
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