Smooth Sailing
Ghostface Killah & Method Man Lyrics


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Yo, behind those mahogany walls
Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers
While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L
Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats
To another jail, and his banger is old fire
He's locked up with them dudes from the fucking Wire
That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough
And flossed all through the house, robe on, rugger out
Homebuyers see the sign, yeah y'all, I'm moving out
In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out
Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates
With big giant wall units, even the front grass
Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall
I even put work in, under the floor
In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw
Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call

Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing
I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down
Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found

Man I thought we told y'all niggas before, Wu-Tang is for the children
P.O.'s violate your dirty urine
These dealers in the lobby of my building, ice grilling
I don't catch cold to catch feelings
I put in that work, then catch millions
If that don't work, back to stealing
Snatch me a purse, and stack real in
Meth, I'm that dealing, millionaire, slash chameleon
I mastered the juks, one of my niggas "Masta, killing"
Spray shots, clap civilians at the dealing table
Off of the love of crack dealing
Once again the fatal, flying guillotine, the millions
Paper rob me able, my woman is all pre-matul
I got mouths to feed, nigga, and I'm the hand that rocks the cradle
Just like Hova, but I ain't trying to 'roc' the label
I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me, eye a coka
Honey's wanna fuck and the industry fucks 'em over

Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing
I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down
Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found

I got my Ghostface on, cause, I'm a Killah
I live the Streetlife, why, I'm that nigga
Label me a beast, call me U-Godzilla
When I rumble in the jungle, I go gorilla
Step on the set, Inspectah Deck you
Dead in your face, straight RZArect you
You highly mistaken, I'm hotter than Satan
Catch me in the kitchen with blood on Chef apron
I'm known to, Cap a Don, big gun in my palm
I'm like my arm is gone, plus I Masta the Kill
Give you something, you can really feel
Got many Methods to kill a Man, if it's real, you real
The world's worse like Dirt McGirt
Fuck a bitch raw dog, then dig in her purse
Yeah that boy's a Genius, I stay fresh like I'm straight out the cleaners
I walk hard like a criminal, holding my penis

Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing




I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down
Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to this song describe the luxurious lifestyle of the Wu-Tang Clan members behind fancy mahogany walls. They have indoor pools, steel doors, silk drawers, and expensive home decor. However, the reality behind the glamor is that they have to deal with jail time and bangers causing trouble. The references to watching The Wire and passing the bone show that the life of a rapper can be lonely and they have to find ways to entertain themselves. The chorus repeats the line "smooth sailing" to suggest that they are invincible and nothing can stop them. However, they refuse to bow down or lay down as they strive to make money in whatever way possible, even if that means stealing.


One interesting fact about this song is that it features all three members of the Wu-Tang Clan, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, and Raekwon. It was released on the soundtrack to the movie "Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai" in 1999. The song samples "Everybody's Got Somebody" by the Ebonys and "Capricorn" by Cannonball Adderley. The music video for the song was directed by Spike Jonze and features the members of the Wu-Tang Clan dressed in animal costumes. Another interesting fact is that the line "Wu-Tang is for the children" was famously said by Ol' Dirty Bastard during the 1998 Grammy Awards. This line has become a tagline for the group and is still referenced in popular culture today.


The chords for this song are not available as it is a rap song and does not contain traditional chord progressions.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, behind those mahogany walls
I live in luxury behind expensive walls.


Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers
I have a fancy setup with indulgent amenities and rich taste.


While I'm charging my cell, sparking the L
I charge my phone and light my marijuana cigarette simultaneously.


Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats
My ex-girlfriend reads my mail, while her new man is behind bars.


To another jail, and his banger is old fire
He got transferred to a different prison and his gun is old but reliable.


He's locked up with them dudes from the fucking Wire
He's locked up with inmates who resemble characters from the TV show 'The Wire.'


That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough
I gave her the marijuana cigarette and started coughing excessively.


And flossed all through the house, robe on, rugger out
I strutted around my house wearing only a robe and a Ruger handgun.


Homebuyers see the sign, yeah y'all, I'm moving out
I'm selling my luxurious home and moving to a new location.


In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out
Outside my house, people became angry and I had to shoot my gun.


Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates
I have expensive living room furniture and delicate dinnerware.


With big giant wall units, even the front grass
My house has large wall units and even the grass in the front is impressive.


Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall
People saw me doing well and I intend to remain successful.


I even put work in, under the floor
I even hid illegal things under the floor of my house.


In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw
I keep drugs hidden in a box with an ox and a skeleton jaw.


Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call
Let my soldiers know I'm ready to fight if called on by the President.


[Chorus] Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
I'll have an easy time dealing with haters and challenges ahead.


When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing
When things get tough, your people will run away from you and abandon you.


I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down
I won't give up or surrender.


Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found
I'll do whatever it takes to survive and succeed in this business.


Man I thought we told y'all niggas before, Wu-Tang is for the children
We already told you that our music is for the youth.


P.O.'s violate your dirty urine
Probation officers test your urine for drugs and punish you if it's dirty.


These dealers in the lobby of my building, ice grilling
Drug dealers hang out in the lobby of my building and glower at me suspiciously.


I don't catch cold to catch feelings
I don't easily become emotionally affected or sick.


I put in that work, then catch millions
I work hard and reap huge financial rewards.


If that don't work, back to stealing
If I can't succeed legally, I'll resort to stealing to make money.


Snatch me a purse, and stack real in
I'll steal a handbag and amass real wealth.


Meth, I'm that dealing, millionaire, slash chameleon
I'm a master at selling drugs, and can also change and adapt to different scenarios with ease.


I mastered the juks, one of my niggas 'Masta, killing'
I'm skilled at strategy and planning, and one of my guys is also proficient at killing.


Spray shots, clap civilians at the dealing table
I shoot my gun recklessly and harm innocent people in drug dealing scenarios.


Off of the love of crack dealing
I make a decent living from dealing crack and love what I do.


Once again the fatal, flying guillotine, the millions
I'm highly dangerous and deadly, and can make millions of dollars from my pursuits.


Paper rob me able, my woman is all pre-matul
Money is the only thing that can rob me, and my wife is pre-mature.


I got mouths to feed, nigga, and I'm the hand that rocks the cradle
I have dependents to provide for, and I'm responsible for their well-being.


Just like Hova, but I ain't trying to 'roc' the label
Just like Jay-Z, but I don't want to run a record label.


I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me, eye a coka
I'm a warrior and I'm always working on my next move, including drug trafficking.


Honey's wanna fuck and the industry fucks 'em over
Women want to have sex with me, but the music industry mistreats and takes advantage of them.


[Chorus]
Reiteration of the chorus.


I got my Ghostface on, cause, I'm a Killah
I'm channeling Ghostface Killah's persona because I'm also a killer.


I live the Streetlife, why, I'm that nigga
I lead a life of crime and danger, and that's who I am.


Label me a beast, call me U-Godzilla
I'm a terrifying and unstoppable force, like a monster from a movie.


When I rumble in the jungle, I go gorilla
When I'm in a fight or confrontation, I become aggressive and unpredictable.


Step on the set, Inspectah Deck you
When I appear, I dominate and outshine other rappers like Inspectah Deck.


Dead in your face, straight RZArect you
I'll cause your downfall with such force it's like being assaulted by RZA himself.


You highly mistaken, I'm hotter than Satan
If you underestimate me, you'll be unpleasantly surprised - I'm very powerful.


Catch me in the kitchen with blood on Chef apron
I'll be cooking in the kitchen, possibly after committing a violent act.


I'm known to, Cap a Don, big gun in my palm
I'm notorious for killing powerful mafia leaders and always carry a big gun.


I'm like my arm is gone, plus I Masta the Kill
I'm so good at killing it's like I don't even need one of my arms to do it.


Give you something, you can really feel
My music is not just entertainment, it's something that can be felt deeply.


Got many Methods to kill a Man, if it's real, you real
I have many ways to kill someone, so if you want to challenge me, you better be prepared to do the same.


The world's worse like Dirt McGirt
The world is a terrible place, like the late rapper Ol' Dirty Bastard used to say.


Fuck a bitch raw dog, then dig in her purse
I have unprotected sex with women, then rob them afterwards.


Yeah that boy's a Genius, I stay fresh like I'm straight out the cleaners
People recognize my intelligence, and I always look and feel fresh and clean.


I walk hard like a criminal, holding my penis
I walk with confidence and toughness, even while holding my genitals.


[Chorus]
Reiteration of the chorus.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Clifford Smith, Dennis Coles, Patrick Charles, Tyrone Fyffe, Walter Dale, Walter Sigler

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