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Listen wurde am 18. Oktober 2005 von Babygrande Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtWu-Tang Meets The Indie Culture
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Veröffentlichungsdatum18. Oktober 2005
LabelBabygrande Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Rap
Khalid
Khalid
Performer
Littles
Littles
Performer
Planet Asia
Planet Asia
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalid
Khalid
Songwriter
J. Cross
J. Cross
Songwriter
J. Green
J. Green
Songwriter
A. Bryan
A. Bryan
Songwriter
Al Green
Al Green
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
Mabon Hodges
Mabon Hodges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Producer
Khalid
Khalid
Producer
Littles
Littles
Producer
Planet Asia
Planet Asia
Producer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on it again
We did it in the rain on the hood of a Range
But Vevorine had a special friend called heroin
She told me that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddling 'caine
In the form of crack, she said that was a no-no
'Cause it's a poor man's drug and I would never give plug
To how fast heroin and slow as cocaine was
Martin had a dream, ****, I did too
To make out the hood rich, bitch, off that stoop
[Verse 2]
So I took a tip after all and hit the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to get it to kids
Mama said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this bitch rich
Reminiscing on my past, damn, it brings me to tears
See, the more money that comes in, the more I disappear
Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rocking the latest gear
New Year's, after the ball, twenty-one thong in the air
Watch her strip naked, back it up, D'Angelo knows the feeling
Of that needle's warm embrace and the sexual healing
This track moves like the '70s, got me feeling great
Watching my pen nodding off, spilling words out on the
[Verse 3]
I'm scared to love you
'Cause you remind me of my past
Baby, you gotta trust me
'Cause I got a girl and you got a man
I don't want you to judge me
I just wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me
[Verse 4]
I lives by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
'Cause with that big butt and a smile, she be waiting to flirt
With the next man, a next hand up under the skirt
Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the drawers
While you home sleeping, she creeping, you thinking it's yours
That's just how women is, I reminisce
On when I had to learn from experience, why the called you a bitch
And I ain't the best, but I ain't never deny
But tell me, what **** flow sicker, spit shit better than I?
[Verse 5]
To plot dope on these tracks, you get federal time
You get your wig pushed back, that clap metal with mine
I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, ****
Quickest trap, a broad with a pack, before I peddle a dime
Line for line, who's the best artist? The rest y'all garbage
But it's awkward, it's ass-backwards, they still spinning your garbage
It's me, Blunt, the artist, y'all **** is garbage
[Verse 6]
Sweat jackets valor, rap money looking like crack money
Relax money, **** is raw, sweet aromatic backwood fanatic
****, this is Cali
Vigilante's tattered in wife-beaters and khaki's
I'm taking over 'cause y'all cooking too much baking soda
B12, rock-selling ****, vacation's over
Medallion's guaca , Moby rock the three piece suit
[Verse 7]
We're never holding case, the cops try to stop us
My henchmen behind me in black Benz's with big toppers
Get the bar of my life, ****, the kid's proper
Wrist glint, the big shit, cult following, fans be vixen
This is grown man business, pay attention
Or lay your position, fuck around and have a fatal collision
The moment where you should have made your decision
I made it, I'm living, I'm paid, and I'm winning
From the aid of my wisdom, I created a system
[Verse 8]
Listen, baby
Listen, baby
Listen, baby
Listen, babe
Written by: A. Bryan, J. Cross, J. Green, Khalid
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