| Song | Glocko Pop |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digital Bullet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charles, Diggs, Smith, Turner | |
| Digital Electronics | |
| So we gon' check the 25th caller | |
| Caller? Hello? | |
| Caller, you're on the air, yeah, hello? | |
| You're on the air, sweetheart, hello, yeah, | |
| I'd like to make a request, yeah, | |
| I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah | |
| That means somethin' that's gonna keep me up and turn me on | |
| Well, I got this new joint, the | |
| Glocko Pop, | |
| Glocko Pop? | |
| Yeah, Glocko | |
| Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my | |
| GodHere it is, just for you, sugar | |
| Bobby Digital back on the set | |
| Watch girl's pussies get wet wet wet wet | |
| Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop | |
| Hip-hop you just can't stop stop stop | |
| Watch my glock glock glock glock | |
| It goes pop pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
| His rugged go pop pop pop | |
| My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| Bob Digi-tech live in effect | |
| You just didn't expect | |
| One man to come along and bring a new song | |
| To break your barrier down, | |
| You can't carry the sound | |
| Buckwild juvenile from | |
| Shaolin Island, what? | |
| What?Who wants to get violent? | |
| Remain silent | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My son go pop pop pop | |
| My gun go pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| One love, go pop pop pop | |
| His love go pop pop pop | |
| Yo, who wanna play the hero? | |
| Your chances are slim | |
| Less than zero, | |
| Shaolin laboratory friend | |
| That's the shit though, came to satisfy but can't get no | |
| Sound pasified from the get-go, | |
| Cuban neckties for you | |
| KikoOnly carry mines for protection | |
| The hoods like the | |
| Wild West | |
| I reckonHold up a second, lost my breathe and | |
| Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' | |
| Mr. Method runnin' in your session | |
| With nothin' but my words as my weapon | |
| And twenty-eight years of aggression | |
| Do it for my people when | |
| I take it back | |
| Like I'm repo-man, agent double 'o' negro | |
| Know who I am? | |
| No, I don't give a damn | |
| Evil, flash ya crooked | |
| I like I'm eagle | |
| Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans | |
| From a smoked pipe, drink it down like | |
| SedanThis is how ya enter the | |
| Wu-Tang Clan, yeah36 | |
| Chambers, you're pu-tang man, word | |
| Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah | |
| Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word | |
| That's how it is | |
| You could ask | |
| RZ-AThe rain, hail or snow | |
| I deliverD | |
| J, that music just turns me on | |
| The marvelous bone crushin' assassin | |
| Appears to be blind in glasses | |
| Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin | |
| Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' | |
| Shadows sweapens | |
| Vanishin' the book of instruction | |
| Fuckin' with the | |
| Wu-Tang Production | |
| Is Lord to all who come and see | |
| My art too deadly to teach, | |
| Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point | |
| Slendid, hand | |
| Swingin' Sword recommended | |
| Slice through the bone intended | |
| Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection | |
| Mic-phone swing like numb stick to scar | |
| Mohammed Ali, | |
| Mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea | |
| Dead sea, | |
| DigiYo, my mind keeps playin' tricks, | |
| I'm caught up in | |
| The Matrix | |
| Digital mould, your flows is all wasted | |
| You smoke weed with seeds, | |
| I crush mines and lace it | |
| Two tokes a pass, kid it's all wasted | |
| I know you lust, so relax and be patient | |
| As soon as | |
| I spark the stem, ya all taste it | |
| Number one on the charts, it's time to erase it | |
| Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it | |
| DJ, that music just turns me on | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His love go pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| DJ, that music just turns me on |
| zuo ci : Charles, Diggs, Smith, Turner | |
| Digital Electronics | |
| So we gon' check the 25th caller | |
| Caller? Hello? | |
| Caller, you' re on the air, yeah, hello? | |
| You' re on the air, sweetheart, hello, yeah, | |
| I' d like to make a request, yeah, | |
| I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah | |
| That means somethin' that' s gonna keep me up and turn me on | |
| Well, I got this new joint, the | |
| Glocko Pop, | |
| Glocko Pop? | |
| Yeah, Glocko | |
| Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my | |
| GodHere it is, just for you, sugar | |
| Bobby Digital back on the set | |
| Watch girl' s pussies get wet wet wet wet | |
| Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop | |
| Hiphop you just can' t stop stop stop | |
| Watch my glock glock glock glock | |
| It goes pop pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
| His rugged go pop pop pop | |
| My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| Bob Digitech live in effect | |
| You just didn' t expect | |
| One man to come along and bring a new song | |
| To break your barrier down, | |
| You can' t carry the sound | |
| Buckwild juvenile from | |
| Shaolin Island, what? | |
| What? Who wants to get violent? | |
| Remain silent | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My son go pop pop pop | |
| My gun go pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| One love, go pop pop pop | |
| His love go pop pop pop | |
| Yo, who wanna play the hero? | |
| Your chances are slim | |
| Less than zero, | |
| Shaolin laboratory friend | |
| That' s the shit though, came to satisfy but can' t get no | |
| Sound pasified from the getgo, | |
| Cuban neckties for you | |
| KikoOnly carry mines for protection | |
| The hoods like the | |
| Wild West | |
| I reckonHold up a second, lost my breathe and | |
| Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' | |
| Mr. Method runnin' in your session | |
| With nothin' but my words as my weapon | |
| And twentyeight years of aggression | |
| Do it for my people when | |
| I take it back | |
| Like I' m repoman, agent double ' o' negro | |
| Know who I am? | |
| No, I don' t give a damn | |
| Evil, flash ya crooked | |
| I like I' m eagle | |
| Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans | |
| From a smoked pipe, drink it down like | |
| SedanThis is how ya enter the | |
| WuTang Clan, yeah36 | |
| Chambers, you' re putang man, word | |
| Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah | |
| Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word | |
| That' s how it is | |
| You could ask | |
| RZAThe rain, hail or snow | |
| I deliverD | |
| J, that music just turns me on | |
| The marvelous bone crushin' assassin | |
| Appears to be blind in glasses | |
| Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin | |
| Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' | |
| Shadows sweapens | |
| Vanishin' the book of instruction | |
| Fuckin' with the | |
| WuTang Production | |
| Is Lord to all who come and see | |
| My art too deadly to teach, | |
| Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point | |
| Slendid, hand | |
| Swingin' Sword recommended | |
| Slice through the bone intended | |
| Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection | |
| Micphone swing like numb stick to scar | |
| Mohammed Ali, | |
| Mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea | |
| Dead sea, | |
| DigiYo, my mind keeps playin' tricks, | |
| I' m caught up in | |
| The Matrix | |
| Digital mould, your flows is all wasted | |
| You smoke weed with seeds, | |
| I crush mines and lace it | |
| Two tokes a pass, kid it' s all wasted | |
| I know you lust, so relax and be patient | |
| As soon as | |
| I spark the stem, ya all taste it | |
| Number one on the charts, it' s time to erase it | |
| Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it | |
| DJ, that music just turns me on | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His love go pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| DJ, that music just turns me on |
| zuò cí : Charles, Diggs, Smith, Turner | |
| Digital Electronics | |
| So we gon' check the 25th caller | |
| Caller? Hello? | |
| Caller, you' re on the air, yeah, hello? | |
| You' re on the air, sweetheart, hello, yeah, | |
| I' d like to make a request, yeah, | |
| I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah | |
| That means somethin' that' s gonna keep me up and turn me on | |
| Well, I got this new joint, the | |
| Glocko Pop, | |
| Glocko Pop? | |
| Yeah, Glocko | |
| Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my | |
| GodHere it is, just for you, sugar | |
| Bobby Digital back on the set | |
| Watch girl' s pussies get wet wet wet wet | |
| Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop | |
| Hiphop you just can' t stop stop stop | |
| Watch my glock glock glock glock | |
| It goes pop pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
| His rugged go pop pop pop | |
| My Glockoes pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| Bob Digitech live in effect | |
| You just didn' t expect | |
| One man to come along and bring a new song | |
| To break your barrier down, | |
| You can' t carry the sound | |
| Buckwild juvenile from | |
| Shaolin Island, what? | |
| What? Who wants to get violent? | |
| Remain silent | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My son go pop pop pop | |
| My gun go pop pop pop | |
| His Glocko pop pop pop | |
| One love, go pop pop pop | |
| His love go pop pop pop | |
| Yo, who wanna play the hero? | |
| Your chances are slim | |
| Less than zero, | |
| Shaolin laboratory friend | |
| That' s the shit though, came to satisfy but can' t get no | |
| Sound pasified from the getgo, | |
| Cuban neckties for you | |
| KikoOnly carry mines for protection | |
| The hoods like the | |
| Wild West | |
| I reckonHold up a second, lost my breathe and | |
| Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' | |
| Mr. Method runnin' in your session | |
| With nothin' but my words as my weapon | |
| And twentyeight years of aggression | |
| Do it for my people when | |
| I take it back | |
| Like I' m repoman, agent double ' o' negro | |
| Know who I am? | |
| No, I don' t give a damn | |
| Evil, flash ya crooked | |
| I like I' m eagle | |
| Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans | |
| From a smoked pipe, drink it down like | |
| SedanThis is how ya enter the | |
| WuTang Clan, yeah36 | |
| Chambers, you' re putang man, word | |
| Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah | |
| Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word | |
| That' s how it is | |
| You could ask | |
| RZAThe rain, hail or snow | |
| I deliverD | |
| J, that music just turns me on | |
| The marvelous bone crushin' assassin | |
| Appears to be blind in glasses | |
| Daredevil bang head with shovel iron skin | |
| Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' | |
| Shadows sweapens | |
| Vanishin' the book of instruction | |
| Fuckin' with the | |
| WuTang Production | |
| Is Lord to all who come and see | |
| My art too deadly to teach, | |
| Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point | |
| Slendid, hand | |
| Swingin' Sword recommended | |
| Slice through the bone intended | |
| Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection | |
| Micphone swing like numb stick to scar | |
| Mohammed Ali, | |
| Mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea | |
| Dead sea, | |
| DigiYo, my mind keeps playin' tricks, | |
| I' m caught up in | |
| The Matrix | |
| Digital mould, your flows is all wasted | |
| You smoke weed with seeds, | |
| I crush mines and lace it | |
| Two tokes a pass, kid it' s all wasted | |
| I know you lust, so relax and be patient | |
| As soon as | |
| I spark the stem, ya all taste it | |
| Number one on the charts, it' s time to erase it | |
| Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it | |
| DJ, that music just turns me on | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| His love go pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| You stomp the fuck off yo' block | |
| My Glocko pop pop pop | |
| DJ, that music just turns me on |