Video Karaoke Gravel Pit - Wu-Tang Clan & Paulissa Moorman

Este tema es una versión de Gravel Pit, que popularizó Wu-Tang Clan
feat. Paulissa Moorman

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 121 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: SOLm, LAm

La canción empieza a capella

Duración: 04:31 - Escuchar en: 01:40

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Fecha de publicación: 2000
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Clifford Smith, Lamont Hawkins, Dennis David Coles, Antoine Dominique Duhamel, Robert F Diggs, Nathan David Leftenant, Kevin L. Kendrick, Paulisa Moorman, Larry Blackmon, Tomi Jenkins

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra Gravel Pit

One two one two
Yo check this out
It's the jump off right now
I want everybody to put your work down
Put your guns down
And report to the pit
The gravel pit
Leave your problems at home
Leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground
I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on your mind one time
It's the jump off so just jump off my nigga
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unravelin'
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
Huh
Holocaust from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse
Off course
Follow me
Wu-Tang gotta be the best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees
Blackwatch
On your radio blowin out your watts
From Park Hill
The house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel
Who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow grease and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down
Go boom
Party people gather 'round
Count down to apocalypse
I'm the kid with the golden arms and I'm the motherfuckin'
Hot Nicks
Pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month
Now I'm chokin', smokin', hopin'
I don't croakin' from overdosin'
Hey kid
Wu and Meth got you open
Let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys
They cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff when your boy tried to act tough
Remember what
Ol' Dirty said
I'll fuck your ass up
Now listen
Back, back and forth and forth
Check out my gravel pit
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
A mystery unravelin'
Back, back and forth and forth
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
Eat with the English
Extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like What
What's poppin' and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin' shae shae
Chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks
Rock those all day
Nineteen sixty shit
I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker
Don't hold me
The world's greatest
Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos
Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo
Ex three bangos
Bancos
Stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those
Same old, same old
Yeah y'all
Straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit
Word up represent
Rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style
Killers
Y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing
Get up on that
Right now boo
Do you
That's what I'm talkin' about
Step to my groove
Move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec
Grab the Tecs, salute this
Executin', shakin' all sets
And I'm breakin' all hex
I'm takin' all bets
Wu bomb best
Who want the dram' next
You want stank
We got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real
While you crank, slide
Do or die
Fry to bake
Admire the greats
On fire with a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take
Heavy darts that quake
It's okay
All fakes
Get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill
Yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go
Check the flow
Sayin' Wu don't rock shit
Stop quick
Hold the gossip
Stop sweatin' my pockets
I hear the hot shit
Back, back and forth and forth
Check out my gravel pit
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
A mystery unravelin'
Back, back and forth and forth
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
Back, back and forth and forth
You don't have to move a mountain
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Just gimme the strength to climb
Oh Lord
Don't take away
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth my stumblin' blocks to lead me around
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth

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