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Guitar Tango

airliner And if you want a little bang in your ying yang If you want a little zing in your zang zang If you want a little ting in your tang tang Come

cash We got females that got it like that The golden child's that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang

got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang

Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear? But we pop guns, live so wild, it's like banging a guitar

mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin' rap czar Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar As high as Wu-Tang

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals

was teachin' la conga In her little cabana in old Havana The folks in old Mexico were doin' the tango And we were steppin' to the rhythm of an old guitar

Lozonga was teachin' La Conga in her little cabana in old Habana The folks in old Mexico where doin' the tango And we were steppin' to the rhythm of an old guitar