Da tanzten wir zu Billy Vaughn

歌詞

(Intro: RZA) Eh-yo, man, fuckin'... Mothafuckin' Billy, man Yeah, man That mothafucka, man, just called me and shit From fuckin', a, some county jail, man Down South or some shit He's mothafuckin' crazy I thought that nigga was comin' here next week too and shit But I guess he went down South with them fuckin' white boys You know he love headin' with them white boys and shit (RZA) Yo, yo, yo, Billy He sniffed dope and swallow acid, took cokes of cold classics Smoked hashes, tote plastic glocks and low jackets Cross country, cousin Billy with forty monkeys Twenty honkeys, Harley Davidson bike junkies In a convoy escapin' from Rosco Pico And those four redneck cops who had Woppy in a sleephold The SWAT team, U.S. army shock team The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel Shot through the helments, cracked heads like halibut jaw Ripped through the wolves and blew the hood off the car A.T.F., F.B.I., D.E.A., chopper in the sky Eye witness news on standby Built to tell, it was Mit from the metly metly Teeth dipped in P.C.P., hit to the head like a D.D.T. Hard on the gut like liq' B.L.T. C-cipher punks with the A.P.B. Only destroys who was drunk of the J.N.B. Ran up in A&P, hit the safe at P&C Documentary on A&E, eight P.M. E.S.T. Five P.T., the ho tapin' on V.C.R. Three victims shot, one was saved by C.P.R. Fuckin' Billy be wildin' Like Robert L. Lee on Storwall Jackson He always out for action I was at an eighteen hole golf course relaxin' When I received the collect call, BOODOODOODOO Collect call from cousin Billy (Phone Skit: RZA ("Billy") (Eh-yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble) Yo, what's goin' on, cousin? What the fuck, man? (Listen, yo I need fifty thousand) Oh sh--, eh-yo, Kinetic Check it out, nigga said he need fifty fuckin' g's Son (Listen, yo, we got into a fight In the bar, shit was just crazy) Eh-yo, I heard you was fuckin' with the white boy Tommy again Takin' that acid, nigga (Yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though I just need you to come get me, for real) No problem, son Yo, I'll send my nigga Kinetic down to get you and shit (Aight) Aight, there it is