Lorine Chia - I Grew Up on Wu-Tang lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this son Rolling with this one and that one (Bongo by the way) [Verse 1] (Red Wallabies) Buzzin' with my k**a Beez Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine Tryna s** the head off my dick like a guillotine Came in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine Put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede (Cash rules everything around me) Before Dre found me, before my city crowned me Bummy lil n***a, p**y n***as used to clown me Had to wear my brother's clothes, them sh**s used to drown me 6 years pa**ed, now I'm banging in the county n***as that used to talk sh**, won't even come around me Reciting Method Man while my celly just sit there n***as know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair Came home through the hood, GX shinin' Now these b**hes think I'm Lex Diamonds [Hook] n***a I grew up on Wu-Tang n***a I grew up on Wu-Tang (Cash rules everything around me) (Cash rules everything around me) [Verse 2] I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu Kang Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu game Gla** jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame Lexus coupe, rubbin' on them titties boy, 2 Chainz Top of the food chain, n***as wanna k** me 'Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stainless Five .38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers k**ah like Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate Daytons on the S-Cla** equipped with the floor safe And we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the dope spot padlocked In the living room baggin' sh** up, watchin' Matlock Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks And my mama workin' late, skinny n***a servin' weight Let the chronic circulate the Purple Tape [Hook] I grew up on Wu-Tang n***a I grew up on Wu-Tang (Cash rules everything around me) (Cash rules everything around me) (C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all)