Buddha Monk - Gots Like Come On Thru (remix) lyrics

[intro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty ba*tard)] Ahahahaha Minds start to freeze, at ease Its the wu-tang k**a beez Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz Comin at yo' avenuez 36 chambaz at a theater near ya (to all my muthaf**in n***az in the place to be And lllllast man to me) We gon' take hip hop to anotha level [chorus: buddha monk & ol' dirty ba*tard] 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 ba*tard] 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 its battle or war, yall n***az 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 k**s treble Honey rebels, and all yall n***az betta end up in f**in 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 a** n***a rockin tommy hilfiger With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the a**a**ination 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 n***as 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 a** back to cla**, learn something So you can peep the real sh**, and you can stop fronting On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip When n***az burn the drama they put teks on your lips Hey son, i just thought about that sh** 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?" cuz [chorus] [buddha monk] Back the f** 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 k**a bees on the swarm I be in your area so sound the alarm Monks in the front know not to f**in drunk Knocking down n***az, and the girl sees the lump sh** 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 sk** No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up n***az, your crazy, i leave no f**in traces When i put it on that a** 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 sh** that i fix I'm just like the devil, i don't play no tricks, cuz [chorus] [hook] [outro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty ba*tard)] 1-1-2, 4-4-1 frankin av. Peace, to my n***a wack (its all good, its all bad Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally You'll neva see meeeeeee) Zu zu zu zu zu zu zu Suuuuuuuuuuu!!