No More Mr. Nice Guy 歌词
| 歌曲 | No More Mr. Nice Guy |
| 歌手 | Gang Starr |
| 专辑 | No More Mr. Nice Guy |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Punks will always scheme to, create a means | |
| To take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don't seem to | |
| Respect my generosity, and what it's costin me | |
| Is headaches, i don't like fakes, or people bossin me around | |
| You clown, it's time i beat you down | |
| You tried to play me betray me and slay me, and now you'll drown | |
| In the river, i'll give ya, reasons you should shiver | |
| Cause when i get to wreckin and deckin, i won't forgive ya | |
| You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me | |
| You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you're soon to be | |
| Disarmed, embalmed, i'll break off all your arms | |
| And then your legs, you'll beg, i'll crack you like a egg | |
| And spill your yolk, you joke, i'll duff you in the eye | |
| And you'll say, "why?" and bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry | |
| And i'll reply with a confident sigh, "there'll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| Yo ?, this is somethin that i wanna tell to you, sell to you | |
| And as i speak you girlies yell to your friends, "yo it's him! | |
| He's shockin again!" this is the season for breezin with reason | |
| Because i'm in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on | |
| Wack track that lack that snap, while i just mack on | |
| Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in | |
| They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin | |
| And i just tell em, "look here, i am not a crook there" | |
| But i like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they're stuck | |
| Struck, they tried to press their luck | |
| They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks | |
| From my pocket that is bulging, i'm not indulging | |
| In lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress | |
| Score this, drink while i pour this | |
| I'm livin and givin my rhymes, so i'll ignore this | |
| Garbage you are runnin, i am not the one and | |
| You'll never get to vamp me tramp cause i'll be stunning your mind | |
| I'll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off | |
| Like frost, i'm leary of the way you double cross | |
| Get lost, i'll tell you you are fly and say goodbye | |
| And burning and yearing you'll ask my why | |
| And i'll reply with a wink of an eye, "there'll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| Oh sure, you're, running back for me | |
| I'ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door | |
| Cause you ain't really welcome, you know you're seldom | |
| Thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them | |
| You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin | |
| You're two-faced, so you'll taste, just what i'm sendin | |
| Pow, now, you're shaken sayin wow | |
| You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe | |
| I never let up so get up i'm fed up, and i don't care | |
| I'll duff you in the eye and you'll say, "why?" | |
| While you're bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry | |
| And i'll reply, "either do or you die, | |
| Cause there'll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy |
| Punks will always scheme to, create a means | |
| To take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don' t seem to | |
| Respect my generosity, and what it' s costin me | |
| Is headaches, i don' t like fakes, or people bossin me around | |
| You clown, it' s time i beat you down | |
| You tried to play me betray me and slay me, and now you' ll drown | |
| In the river, i' ll give ya, reasons you should shiver | |
| Cause when i get to wreckin and deckin, i won' t forgive ya | |
| You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me | |
| You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you' re soon to be | |
| Disarmed, embalmed, i' ll break off all your arms | |
| And then your legs, you' ll beg, i' ll crack you like a egg | |
| And spill your yolk, you joke, i' ll duff you in the eye | |
| And you' ll say, " why?" and bleeding and pleading, you' ll start to cry | |
| And i' ll reply with a confident sigh, " there' ll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| Yo ?, this is somethin that i wanna tell to you, sell to you | |
| And as i speak you girlies yell to your friends, " yo it' s him! | |
| He' s shockin again!" this is the season for breezin with reason | |
| Because i' m in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on | |
| Wack track that lack that snap, while i just mack on | |
| Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in | |
| They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin | |
| And i just tell em, " look here, i am not a crook there" | |
| But i like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they' re stuck | |
| Struck, they tried to press their luck | |
| They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks | |
| From my pocket that is bulging, i' m not indulging | |
| In lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress | |
| Score this, drink while i pour this | |
| I' m livin and givin my rhymes, so i' ll ignore this | |
| Garbage you are runnin, i am not the one and | |
| You' ll never get to vamp me tramp cause i' ll be stunning your mind | |
| I' ll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off | |
| Like frost, i' m leary of the way you double cross | |
| Get lost, i' ll tell you you are fly and say goodbye | |
| And burning and yearing you' ll ask my why | |
| And i' ll reply with a wink of an eye, " there' ll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| Oh sure, you' re, running back for me | |
| I' ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door | |
| Cause you ain' t really welcome, you know you' re seldom | |
| Thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them | |
| You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin | |
| You' re twofaced, so you' ll taste, just what i' m sendin | |
| Pow, now, you' re shaken sayin wow | |
| You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe | |
| I never let up so get up i' m fed up, and i don' t care | |
| I' ll duff you in the eye and you' ll say, " why?" | |
| While you' re bleeding and pleading, you' ll start to cry | |
| And i' ll reply, " either do or you die, | |
| Cause there' ll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy |
| Punks will always scheme to, create a means | |
| To take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don' t seem to | |
| Respect my generosity, and what it' s costin me | |
| Is headaches, i don' t like fakes, or people bossin me around | |
| You clown, it' s time i beat you down | |
| You tried to play me betray me and slay me, and now you' ll drown | |
| In the river, i' ll give ya, reasons you should shiver | |
| Cause when i get to wreckin and deckin, i won' t forgive ya | |
| You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me | |
| You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you' re soon to be | |
| Disarmed, embalmed, i' ll break off all your arms | |
| And then your legs, you' ll beg, i' ll crack you like a egg | |
| And spill your yolk, you joke, i' ll duff you in the eye | |
| And you' ll say, " why?" and bleeding and pleading, you' ll start to cry | |
| And i' ll reply with a confident sigh, " there' ll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| Yo ?, this is somethin that i wanna tell to you, sell to you | |
| And as i speak you girlies yell to your friends, " yo it' s him! | |
| He' s shockin again!" this is the season for breezin with reason | |
| Because i' m in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on | |
| Wack track that lack that snap, while i just mack on | |
| Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in | |
| They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin | |
| And i just tell em, " look here, i am not a crook there" | |
| But i like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they' re stuck | |
| Struck, they tried to press their luck | |
| They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks | |
| From my pocket that is bulging, i' m not indulging | |
| In lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress | |
| Score this, drink while i pour this | |
| I' m livin and givin my rhymes, so i' ll ignore this | |
| Garbage you are runnin, i am not the one and | |
| You' ll never get to vamp me tramp cause i' ll be stunning your mind | |
| I' ll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off | |
| Like frost, i' m leary of the way you double cross | |
| Get lost, i' ll tell you you are fly and say goodbye | |
| And burning and yearing you' ll ask my why | |
| And i' ll reply with a wink of an eye, " there' ll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| Oh sure, you' re, running back for me | |
| I' ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door | |
| Cause you ain' t really welcome, you know you' re seldom | |
| Thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them | |
| You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin | |
| You' re twofaced, so you' ll taste, just what i' m sendin | |
| Pow, now, you' re shaken sayin wow | |
| You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe | |
| I never let up so get up i' m fed up, and i don' t care | |
| I' ll duff you in the eye and you' ll say, " why?" | |
| While you' re bleeding and pleading, you' ll start to cry | |
| And i' ll reply, " either do or you die, | |
| Cause there' ll be no more mr. nice guy" | |
| No more mr. nice guy | |
| No more mr. nice guy |
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