Light Shit Up 歌词
| 歌曲 | Light Shit Up |
| 歌手 | Kurupt |
| 专辑 | Kuruption! |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blake, Brown, Harvey | |
| Yeah, true story know what | |
| I'm sayin' | |
| We got the | |
| Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real(What, what, what)(This is what you get when you get this shit)(This is what you get when you, smokin' it)(This is what you get when you, tokin' it)(What, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt)(Deuce is wild motherfucka) | |
| Raise the roof up, you hear the truth from | |
| BuckFuck chuck, my nigga to the end is | |
| KuruptBee bee eyed | |
| Buck does it all, | |
| I make your gun jam | |
| Wid shells from my gun, feels like a body slam | |
| Goddamn, elemental styles get exposed | |
| Flows from blow slow ya roll sit back and crash the | |
| Mo'And If | |
| I gotta bash the hoe, | |
| I'ma back slap her throat | |
| What, raise the roof up, fuck chuck, | |
| Kurupt and | |
| BuckWid Gail luck lightin' shit up, | |
| Nort and Roscoe, | |
| K.G., the solo | |
| Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedoes | |
| Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to collisions | |
| Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocks | |
| The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks | |
| Or you get all bombed drop where ya pistol punk? | |
| Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ram sacked | |
| Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit | |
| Bust it's penetrated detonated and invaded then | |
| I'm out punk | |
| No doubt nigga, | |
| I'm fuckin' out nigga survivin' a drought nigga | |
| It's like that | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Fuckin' wid the | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Ya might get kurupted then get bucked | |
| That's whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga | |
| You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass | |
| Quick as I can get my hands on my | |
| MausbergSure, rollin' wid a half ah bird | |
| G'd up, D | |
| P G C'd up, | |
| O G C'd up original gun clappin' | |
| No captains, no officials, nuthin' but niggas and pistols | |
| Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol | |
| Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga | |
| Let these niggas know nigga | |
| Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know | |
| We about to tear shit up | |
| It's two shots the deuce is wild | |
| As the clouded smoke, fill up the air | |
| Buck wid the red eye stare | |
| Should I stare, hell motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a glare | |
| Hollow tips made the metal flare you better beware | |
| Or get hit in ya waist for, wastin' time | |
| Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind metal to the bone | |
| Crack ya bone travel up ya spine up to ya dome | |
| Follow me home, on a mission where we bone | |
| Sick niggas wear ski masks duck when we blast | |
| Old school shit smoke grass | |
| Fill up the glass and the shit splash | |
| On my hand then | |
| I flick the ash, on the concrete | |
| Take it to the swap meet, cock heat | |
| Drop top two seat | |
| You can keep the jeep while | |
| I creepKurupt the | |
| King pinned you on the floor | |
| One two three nigga | |
| I'm gettin' dusted, in the back of a six hundred | |
| Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and | |
| I love itAll | |
| I want is my cash and my bundles | |
| Rock me a show in | |
| New York at the tunnel | |
| In Philly respect, | |
| Gotham motherfucka | |
| You talkin' 'bout money, do you got some motherfucka? | |
| Hit the form then rock, bitches in flocks | |
| Watch in the cut | |
| Buckshot and | |
| KuruptFuckin' wid the | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Ya might get kurupted then get bucked | |
| That's whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| Walk the wrong side of the block | |
| Face the right side of the glock | |
| Nigga shit don't stop | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to tear shit up | |
| Tear shit up nigga what we about to light shit nigga what(Buckshot, shoot 'em down) | |
| Tear shit up, we about to light shit up | |
| Young Gotti(Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot) | |
| The bee bee eyed nigga what you got? | |
| You fake ass motherfuckas ah what | |
| I'm sayin' | |
| Broke niggas, | |
| Buckshot the bee bee eyed and | |
| KuruptOne thing about us and you know what we got in common is, mm | |
| We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky flows | |
| Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll |
| zuo ci : Blake, Brown, Harvey | |
| Yeah, true story know what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| We got the | |
| Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real What, what, what This is what you get when you get this shit This is what you get when you, smokin' it This is what you get when you, tokin' it What, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt Deuce is wild motherfucka | |
| Raise the roof up, you hear the truth from | |
| BuckFuck chuck, my nigga to the end is | |
| KuruptBee bee eyed | |
| Buck does it all, | |
| I make your gun jam | |
| Wid shells from my gun, feels like a body slam | |
| Goddamn, elemental styles get exposed | |
| Flows from blow slow ya roll sit back and crash the | |
| Mo' And If | |
| I gotta bash the hoe, | |
| I' ma back slap her throat | |
| What, raise the roof up, fuck chuck, | |
| Kurupt and | |
| BuckWid Gail luck lightin' shit up, | |
| Nort and Roscoe, | |
| K. G., the solo | |
| Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedoes | |
| Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to collisions | |
| Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocks | |
| The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks | |
| Or you get all bombed drop where ya pistol punk? | |
| Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ram sacked | |
| Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit | |
| Bust it' s penetrated detonated and invaded then | |
| I' m out punk | |
| No doubt nigga, | |
| I' m fuckin' out nigga survivin' a drought nigga | |
| It' s like that | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Fuckin' wid the | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Ya might get kurupted then get bucked | |
| That' s whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga | |
| You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass | |
| Quick as I can get my hands on my | |
| MausbergSure, rollin' wid a half ah bird | |
| G' d up, D | |
| P G C' d up, | |
| O G C' d up original gun clappin' | |
| No captains, no officials, nuthin' but niggas and pistols | |
| Don' t cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol | |
| Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga | |
| Let these niggas know nigga | |
| Tear ' em up, gotta let ' em know | |
| We about to tear shit up | |
| It' s two shots the deuce is wild | |
| As the clouded smoke, fill up the air | |
| Buck wid the red eye stare | |
| Should I stare, hell motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a glare | |
| Hollow tips made the metal flare you better beware | |
| Or get hit in ya waist for, wastin' time | |
| Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind metal to the bone | |
| Crack ya bone travel up ya spine up to ya dome | |
| Follow me home, on a mission where we bone | |
| Sick niggas wear ski masks duck when we blast | |
| Old school shit smoke grass | |
| Fill up the glass and the shit splash | |
| On my hand then | |
| I flick the ash, on the concrete | |
| Take it to the swap meet, cock heat | |
| Drop top two seat | |
| You can keep the jeep while | |
| I creepKurupt the | |
| King pinned you on the floor | |
| One two three nigga | |
| I' m gettin' dusted, in the back of a six hundred | |
| Like, fuck it, life' s a bitch and | |
| I love itAll | |
| I want is my cash and my bundles | |
| Rock me a show in | |
| New York at the tunnel | |
| In Philly respect, | |
| Gotham motherfucka | |
| You talkin' ' bout money, do you got some motherfucka? | |
| Hit the form then rock, bitches in flocks | |
| Watch in the cut | |
| Buckshot and | |
| KuruptFuckin' wid the | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Ya might get kurupted then get bucked | |
| That' s whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| Walk the wrong side of the block | |
| Face the right side of the glock | |
| Nigga shit don' t stop | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to tear shit up | |
| Tear shit up nigga what we about to light shit nigga what Buckshot, shoot ' em down | |
| Tear shit up, we about to light shit up | |
| Young Gotti Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot | |
| The bee bee eyed nigga what you got? | |
| You fake ass motherfuckas ah what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| Broke niggas, | |
| Buckshot the bee bee eyed and | |
| KuruptOne thing about us and you know what we got in common is, mm | |
| We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky flows | |
| Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll |
| zuò cí : Blake, Brown, Harvey | |
| Yeah, true story know what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| We got the | |
| Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real What, what, what This is what you get when you get this shit This is what you get when you, smokin' it This is what you get when you, tokin' it What, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt Deuce is wild motherfucka | |
| Raise the roof up, you hear the truth from | |
| BuckFuck chuck, my nigga to the end is | |
| KuruptBee bee eyed | |
| Buck does it all, | |
| I make your gun jam | |
| Wid shells from my gun, feels like a body slam | |
| Goddamn, elemental styles get exposed | |
| Flows from blow slow ya roll sit back and crash the | |
| Mo' And If | |
| I gotta bash the hoe, | |
| I' ma back slap her throat | |
| What, raise the roof up, fuck chuck, | |
| Kurupt and | |
| BuckWid Gail luck lightin' shit up, | |
| Nort and Roscoe, | |
| K. G., the solo | |
| Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedoes | |
| Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to collisions | |
| Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocks | |
| The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks | |
| Or you get all bombed drop where ya pistol punk? | |
| Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ram sacked | |
| Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit | |
| Bust it' s penetrated detonated and invaded then | |
| I' m out punk | |
| No doubt nigga, | |
| I' m fuckin' out nigga survivin' a drought nigga | |
| It' s like that | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Fuckin' wid the | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Ya might get kurupted then get bucked | |
| That' s whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga | |
| You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass | |
| Quick as I can get my hands on my | |
| MausbergSure, rollin' wid a half ah bird | |
| G' d up, D | |
| P G C' d up, | |
| O G C' d up original gun clappin' | |
| No captains, no officials, nuthin' but niggas and pistols | |
| Don' t cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol | |
| Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga | |
| Let these niggas know nigga | |
| Tear ' em up, gotta let ' em know | |
| We about to tear shit up | |
| It' s two shots the deuce is wild | |
| As the clouded smoke, fill up the air | |
| Buck wid the red eye stare | |
| Should I stare, hell motherfuckin' yeah almost got blinded by a glare | |
| Hollow tips made the metal flare you better beware | |
| Or get hit in ya waist for, wastin' time | |
| Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind metal to the bone | |
| Crack ya bone travel up ya spine up to ya dome | |
| Follow me home, on a mission where we bone | |
| Sick niggas wear ski masks duck when we blast | |
| Old school shit smoke grass | |
| Fill up the glass and the shit splash | |
| On my hand then | |
| I flick the ash, on the concrete | |
| Take it to the swap meet, cock heat | |
| Drop top two seat | |
| You can keep the jeep while | |
| I creepKurupt the | |
| King pinned you on the floor | |
| One two three nigga | |
| I' m gettin' dusted, in the back of a six hundred | |
| Like, fuck it, life' s a bitch and | |
| I love itAll | |
| I want is my cash and my bundles | |
| Rock me a show in | |
| New York at the tunnel | |
| In Philly respect, | |
| Gotham motherfucka | |
| You talkin' ' bout money, do you got some motherfucka? | |
| Hit the form then rock, bitches in flocks | |
| Watch in the cut | |
| Buckshot and | |
| KuruptFuckin' wid the | |
| Buck and Kurupt | |
| Ya might get kurupted then get bucked | |
| That' s whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| Walk the wrong side of the block | |
| Face the right side of the glock | |
| Nigga shit don' t stop | |
| Nigga what, we about to light shit up | |
| Nigga what, we about to tear shit up | |
| Tear shit up nigga what we about to light shit nigga what Buckshot, shoot ' em down | |
| Tear shit up, we about to light shit up | |
| Young Gotti Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot | |
| The bee bee eyed nigga what you got? | |
| You fake ass motherfuckas ah what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| Broke niggas, | |
| Buckshot the bee bee eyed and | |
| KuruptOne thing about us and you know what we got in common is, mm | |
| We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky flows | |
| Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll |
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