Testo Wild Things - Mack Wilds feat. Method Man
Testo della canzone Wild Things (Mack Wilds feat. Method Man), tratta dall'album New York: A Love Story
Yo, you ready?
Yo
So we ball and pop champagne and waste it
See I never been a drinker but ain't bud a taste it
But I'm fine, fly guy, dressed to take shit
And these ladies wanna be taken
In my mind, all I see is dollars and lace when
This bad chick just started waving
The crowd parted as I made my way in
I said, "Hey lil' mama, come live for a day"
She said
"Excuse me, cutie, I'm in love with your ways
The more you come around, the more I want just to stay
The way you're looking got me wanting to play
Where are you from? So tell me, where do you stay?"
In the land of the wild things
You see them killers from the slums
If they're feeling fall asleep, we kill 'em from the jump
It's the wild thing
You see the shotty with the pump
The black Maserati with the body in the trunk
In the land of the wild things
Them hustlas better count that twice
Go on, little buddy, you ain't 'bout that life
It's the wild thing
You know we got a style on the mob
My wolves under full moon, we wild for the night
Come along, I'll tell you a story of greatness
A young nigga born being sacred
From the town niggas was frowned on and hated
By the clowns, the niggas scared to save him
All the while, the kids sat around and waited
Writing rhymes, singing every cadence
A couple niggas thought he'd never make it
I guess them hatin' ass niggas never knew a fade, shit
She said
"Excuse me, cutie, oh, I hear what you say
You're sounding like the kind of guy that I need today
The way you're talking got me wanting to play
Where are you from? Now tell me, where do you stay?"
In the land of the wild things
You see them killers from the slums
If they're feeling fall asleep, we kill 'em from the jump
It's the wild thing
You see the shotty with the pump
The black Maserati with the body in the trunk
In the land of the wild things
Them hustlas better count that twice
Go on, little buddy, you ain't 'bout that life
It's the wild thing
You know we got a style on the mob
My wolves under full moon, we wild for the night
I come from the crime side, the New York Times side
S.I. 'til I D-I-E
I grew up hearing that Wu knock
Watching the guns cock back, jet black, you feel like Hercules
Hercules, Hercules, get a hand clap
Damn that, Neve got me covered like Saran wrap
My whole hood jumping now, guess I did that
Why these ladies wanna cover it on my ballsack?
Light-skinned brother, smooth like butter
Coming from a city where most blocks was summer
In the hood, we believed there was no need for change
'Cause we believed that change ain't changing a brain
But I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
One and a half against the grain
Pop shot popping only means one thing
The child is back again
In the land of the wild things
You see them killers from the slums
If they're feeling fall asleep, we kill 'em from the jump
It's the wild thing
You see the shotty with the pump
The black Maserati with the body in the trunk
In the land of the wild things
Them hustlas better count that twice
Go on, little buddy, you ain't 'bout that life
It's the wild thing
You know we got a style on the mob
My wolves under full moon, we wild for the night
Welcome to Staten Island, scrappy
This the bottom, the dirt, ratchet, ratchet
Ain't nothing but goons out here, nigga boy
Now is you a wolf or is you a sheep? (In the land of the wild things)
I got your ghetto metro card right here, nigga, if you wanna ride
Stapleton, the wild west
Homicide house in New Brighton, Arlington, the harbor
You know who you fucking with?
Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Salaam Remi Gibbs, Tristan Paul Mack Wilds
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