Tekst :
In my imaginationThere is no complication
I drema about you all the time
In my mind a celebration
The sweetest of sensation
Thinking you could be mine
In my imagination
There is no hesitation
We walk together hand in hand
I m dreaming that you re in love with me
Like I m in love with you
But dreaming s all I do
If only they d come true
I should be so lucky lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
I should be so lucky lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
It s a crazy situation
You always keep me waiting
Because it s only make-believe
And I would come a-running
To give you all my loving
If one day you would notice me
My heart is close to breaking
And I can t go on faking
The fantasy that you ll be mine
I m dreaming ...
I should be ...
In my imagination there is no hesitation
We walk together hand in hand
I m dreaming ...
I should be ...
Tekst :
(feat. RZA)[Ghf] Yeah
[RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God
Reason why ain t got nuttin to do with nuttin
[Ghf] Yeah, check it out y all one two
We back up in this joint! What?
Check the fly shit... yeah
Don t black out on me
[Verse One: Ghostface]
Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress
Skin like Cleopatra s, the leading actress
She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline
She s a big girl now, with a body that growl
Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad
Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
Hanna Barbera faint I m riding no Rivera
[Verse Two: RZA]
Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
the heat is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now present, de event of the decade
Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn
We can t be measured by no chart, the God brung
Never bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
Causes stomach inflation
Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
Yo God, let me pour y all the science about the womb
It s a black hole for those who lose control
Fertile soil before you are wise
And spoiled many men and took many lives
And all you brothers changed sides
Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside
Tekst :
(feat. Andre Rison)Yeah
Word
No doubt
Yo... yo...
[Verse One: Ghostface]
Wally champ so amazin, the suede shoelacin
up in the Sheraton, just got hit for five years probation
I got a dental appointment at two o clock there go my gold ring
Much later catch a flick or go hoeing
Yo there s somethin heavy on my mind from last night s crime
Spoonface shot Gel in the back with Kiv s nine
It was two men, tighter than a hiker with Tims
Like blood brothers, problem was they lust each other woman
For instance, Gel seen Spoon in DeMoore
He wet his whiz(tle), got his seed an headin towards the door
They came out of eye, face to face, they embraced
Gel blew a kiss and looked Spoon girl in the face
Her face lit up, and grinned with a smile like what?
That sneaky f--k, same bitch that got my man hit up
Out in Brownsville, where the thug life live to kill
Where bodies is worth two for five cause it s real
Fast life...
Fast life, cause there s nowhere I can go
Fast life, that s the only thing I know
Fast life, cause there s nowhere I can go
Fast Life, that s the only life I know
[Verse Two: Andre Rison]
Yo my man got more power than gunpowder with ammunition
Blowin up the fireworks and the n----z ambitions
On the come up, she gettin done up, behind closed doors
Doin freaky s--t, on elevator floors
I want her, like Sonny wanted Cher
She was his diamond piece, sex wasn t for lease
Rest in peace, somebody came up deceased
R.I.P. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways
God couldn t save
F-A-K-E, L-O-V-E
Fake love you see
Never lasting through eternity
Living life in the fast lane
The fast life... it s the fast life
Fast life
Fast life, cause there s nowhere I can go
Fast life, that s the only thing I know
Fast life, cause there s nowhere I can go
Fast Life, that s the only life I know
Fast life, cause there s nowhere I can go
Fast life, that s the only thing I know
Fast life, cause there s nowhere I can go
Fast Life, that s the only life I know