| 作词 : Daumont, Mosley, Parker ... | |
| (feat. The Gift Of Gab) | |
| [Lateef:] | |
| I just | |
| Jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler | |
| Let the water wash over my soul from thinker to toe | |
| Take a leak and then I lean over the sink brushing the teeth | |
| And now I'm in full swing of the morning ritual | |
| Mumbling the whole rhyme and re-rehearsing my lines | |
| Hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready | |
| Steady as a photo through the course of time | |
| Then I pick out a fit of the proper design | |
| I'm dipped fresh like pine yall | |
| That's just in case I get any vaginal | |
| Action in the place | |
| Gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the flavor | |
| I double check and make sure the family got the date | |
| The where, when, and how, everthing checked out | |
| Super-tight within the SoleSides circle of power | |
| But now, where the fuck is X? | |
| He's supposed ta had been here an hour ago | |
| Shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though | |
| Take a moment out and give praise and thanks | |
| And I'm thinking 'bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin' | |
| In a minute no gimmicks, just hyped from the start to finish | |
| Wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' up. | |
| [1st Chorus: Lateef and The Gift Of Gab] | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hella times | |
| [The Gift Of Gab:] | |
| I went to sleep last night watching showtime at the Apollo | |
| Like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching the stockings | |
| Go 'round in a dingling and dance over their heads | |
| Although it wasn't Xmas stockings it was microphones instead | |
| Above my headrest. | |
| Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff | |
| Just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was ex-cellent, definately we'll bless this, | |
| Venue tonight allright, I gotta get hyped, midnight is when we go on... | |
| Go through my lines a couple of times | |
| Just to make sure they're sounding tight. | |
| Had some clothes to wash, I threw 'um in the washing cycle | |
| Blew my nose and flossed and brushed. | |
| Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed | |
| I'm on some NFL sike shit, they'll bear witness. | |
| I'm leaving sound check a mess at six, I give a call to X, | |
| "man let's get to rounding up the caravan." | |
| It's a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn | |
| Is blowin Lyrics Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief | |
| And we about to strike tonight, shine like litebrights, | |
| Quite the hype type, Quannum is that abominable shit you like | |
| Your listening pleasure | |
| I hope they treasure | |
| The endeavor | |
| Like something they never | |
| Saw or will ever | |
| See together | |
| That was so clever and write me letters | |
| Sayin' their head hurts | |
| From the pressure | |
| On their mental, although they felt as though they left a better person! | |
| [2nd Chorus: Lateef, The Gift Of Gab and Lyrics Born:] | |
| More and more yeahs and stuff like that | |
| [Lyrics Born:] | |
| Oh if you only knew how it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, | |
| In the brown Jetta, | |
| Due for the sound check soon, | |
| Townsend had fell through, DNA Lounge? | |
| Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, | |
| Whose gonna coordinate reordering the parts, | |
| When the SoleSides guys bogart the stage, | |
| They got no regard, | |
| The place is torn apart! | |
| That's the mindset going over the bridge, | |
| Average speed we did was about seven-fifth, | |
| We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through the cockpit, | |
| We're ready for soundcheck--or the gig, | |
| Whichever begins first it doesn't matter, | |
| Dinner is dessert, and hors d'oveures , and it serves amateurs, | |
| And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, | |
| And we've huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, | |
| X cues the records and a couple heavy mettlers set up, | |
| Three bottles of effervescent beverages, | |
| And the end is eminent and Quannum's in the house, | |
| We 'bout to give you muthafuckas hemorrhages. |
| zuo ci : Daumont, Mosley, Parker ... | |
| feat. The Gift Of Gab | |
| Lateef: | |
| I just | |
| Jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler | |
| Let the water wash over my soul from thinker to toe | |
| Take a leak and then I lean over the sink brushing the teeth | |
| And now I' m in full swing of the morning ritual | |
| Mumbling the whole rhyme and rerehearsing my lines | |
| Hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready | |
| Steady as a photo through the course of time | |
| Then I pick out a fit of the proper design | |
| I' m dipped fresh like pine yall | |
| That' s just in case I get any vaginal | |
| Action in the place | |
| Gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the flavor | |
| I double check and make sure the family got the date | |
| The where, when, and how, everthing checked out | |
| Supertight within the SoleSides circle of power | |
| But now, where the fuck is X? | |
| He' s supposed ta had been here an hour ago | |
| Shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though | |
| Take a moment out and give praise and thanks | |
| And I' m thinking ' bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin' | |
| In a minute no gimmicks, just hyped from the start to finish | |
| Wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' up. | |
| [1st Chorus: Lateef and The Gift Of Gab] | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hella times | |
| The Gift Of Gab: | |
| I went to sleep last night watching showtime at the Apollo | |
| Like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching the stockings | |
| Go ' round in a dingling and dance over their heads | |
| Although it wasn' t Xmas stockings it was microphones instead | |
| Above my headrest. | |
| Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff | |
| Just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was excellent, definately we' ll bless this, | |
| Venue tonight allright, I gotta get hyped, midnight is when we go on... | |
| Go through my lines a couple of times | |
| Just to make sure they' re sounding tight. | |
| Had some clothes to wash, I threw ' um in the washing cycle | |
| Blew my nose and flossed and brushed. | |
| Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed | |
| I' m on some NFL sike shit, they' ll bear witness. | |
| I' m leaving sound check a mess at six, I give a call to X, | |
| " man let' s get to rounding up the caravan." | |
| It' s a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn | |
| Is blowin Lyrics Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief | |
| And we about to strike tonight, shine like litebrights, | |
| Quite the hype type, Quannum is that abominable shit you like | |
| Your listening pleasure | |
| I hope they treasure | |
| The endeavor | |
| Like something they never | |
| Saw or will ever | |
| See together | |
| That was so clever and write me letters | |
| Sayin' their head hurts | |
| From the pressure | |
| On their mental, although they felt as though they left a better person! | |
| [2nd Chorus: Lateef, The Gift Of Gab and Lyrics Born:] | |
| More and more yeahs and stuff like that | |
| Lyrics Born: | |
| Oh if you only knew how it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, | |
| In the brown Jetta, | |
| Due for the sound check soon, | |
| Townsend had fell through, DNA Lounge? | |
| Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, | |
| Whose gonna coordinate reordering the parts, | |
| When the SoleSides guys bogart the stage, | |
| They got no regard, | |
| The place is torn apart! | |
| That' s the mindset going over the bridge, | |
| Average speed we did was about sevenfifth, | |
| We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through the cockpit, | |
| We' re ready for soundcheckor the gig, | |
| Whichever begins first it doesn' t matter, | |
| Dinner is dessert, and hors d' oveures , and it serves amateurs, | |
| And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, | |
| And we' ve huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, | |
| X cues the records and a couple heavy mettlers set up, | |
| Three bottles of effervescent beverages, | |
| And the end is eminent and Quannum' s in the house, | |
| We ' bout to give you muthafuckas hemorrhages. |
| zuò cí : Daumont, Mosley, Parker ... | |
| feat. The Gift Of Gab | |
| Lateef: | |
| I just | |
| Jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler | |
| Let the water wash over my soul from thinker to toe | |
| Take a leak and then I lean over the sink brushing the teeth | |
| And now I' m in full swing of the morning ritual | |
| Mumbling the whole rhyme and rerehearsing my lines | |
| Hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready | |
| Steady as a photo through the course of time | |
| Then I pick out a fit of the proper design | |
| I' m dipped fresh like pine yall | |
| That' s just in case I get any vaginal | |
| Action in the place | |
| Gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the flavor | |
| I double check and make sure the family got the date | |
| The where, when, and how, everthing checked out | |
| Supertight within the SoleSides circle of power | |
| But now, where the fuck is X? | |
| He' s supposed ta had been here an hour ago | |
| Shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though | |
| Take a moment out and give praise and thanks | |
| And I' m thinking ' bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin' | |
| In a minute no gimmicks, just hyped from the start to finish | |
| Wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' up. | |
| [1st Chorus: Lateef and The Gift Of Gab] | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah hella times | |
| The Gift Of Gab: | |
| I went to sleep last night watching showtime at the Apollo | |
| Like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching the stockings | |
| Go ' round in a dingling and dance over their heads | |
| Although it wasn' t Xmas stockings it was microphones instead | |
| Above my headrest. | |
| Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff | |
| Just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was excellent, definately we' ll bless this, | |
| Venue tonight allright, I gotta get hyped, midnight is when we go on... | |
| Go through my lines a couple of times | |
| Just to make sure they' re sounding tight. | |
| Had some clothes to wash, I threw ' um in the washing cycle | |
| Blew my nose and flossed and brushed. | |
| Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed | |
| I' m on some NFL sike shit, they' ll bear witness. | |
| I' m leaving sound check a mess at six, I give a call to X, | |
| " man let' s get to rounding up the caravan." | |
| It' s a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn | |
| Is blowin Lyrics Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief | |
| And we about to strike tonight, shine like litebrights, | |
| Quite the hype type, Quannum is that abominable shit you like | |
| Your listening pleasure | |
| I hope they treasure | |
| The endeavor | |
| Like something they never | |
| Saw or will ever | |
| See together | |
| That was so clever and write me letters | |
| Sayin' their head hurts | |
| From the pressure | |
| On their mental, although they felt as though they left a better person! | |
| [2nd Chorus: Lateef, The Gift Of Gab and Lyrics Born:] | |
| More and more yeahs and stuff like that | |
| Lyrics Born: | |
| Oh if you only knew how it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, | |
| In the brown Jetta, | |
| Due for the sound check soon, | |
| Townsend had fell through, DNA Lounge? | |
| Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, | |
| Whose gonna coordinate reordering the parts, | |
| When the SoleSides guys bogart the stage, | |
| They got no regard, | |
| The place is torn apart! | |
| That' s the mindset going over the bridge, | |
| Average speed we did was about sevenfifth, | |
| We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through the cockpit, | |
| We' re ready for soundcheckor the gig, | |
| Whichever begins first it doesn' t matter, | |
| Dinner is dessert, and hors d' oveures , and it serves amateurs, | |
| And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, | |
| And we' ve huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, | |
| X cues the records and a couple heavy mettlers set up, | |
| Three bottles of effervescent beverages, | |
| And the end is eminent and Quannum' s in the house, | |
| We ' bout to give you muthafuckas hemorrhages. |
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