Goin’ Down lyrics

by

Wu-Tang Clan


[Intro]
Hell, remember when we was young
And we used to go (ahhhhhhhhhh)
Ah, Punch Call! No no
Remember when we used to say who could do this the longest
(ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Ahhhh!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
All right, I'm about to put it
Goin' down, down

[Intro Verse]
I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be

[Break]
Y'all crazy and sh*t
I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk
And y'all come miles around to see Ol' Dirty bast*rd perform
I like your motherf*cking style
Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my sh*t, and I'd also like to thank all you underground motherf*ckas
For keeping it real
But I'd like to know who's in the motherf*cking house
There's Queens in the house?
There's uptown in the house?
Boogie Down rocks, are you in the house?
Are you in the house?
Brooklyn Zu in the house?
Staten Island, are you in the house?
To the west coast are you in the house?
To the east coast are you in the house?
[Bridge]
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC

[Verse 1]
My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt McGirt—that's my motherf*cking name
Love to flirt—that's my motherf*cking game
They said "Who wanna be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young b*tch wanna drop the drawers

[Interlude: Icelene Jones]
f*ck that bullsh*t Unique
You my motherf*cking husband
I ain't got no motherf*cking time for them b*tches
You better come home with me
You better bring your motherf*cking ass home tonight, motherf*cker
I ain't got no motherf*cking time for no b*tches calling my motherf*cking house with that bullsh*t
You got three f*cking babies to take care of
f*ck that sh*t
[Interlude: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Matter of fact, I got a song for y'all:
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where bluebirds fly
Somewhere over the rainbow
Why, oh, why

Hear me now!

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Style funky, you notice me
Fear no evil, one man army
Down below, when I go, won't go
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil like a wicked witch
With the microphone spliggh! Funky as a b*tch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next on the mic is the rappin, nuh!
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the n*gga, blaow! Reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my hoe
My life, living my own f*ckin show
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