歌曲 | Crazy Drunken Style |
歌手 | Masta Ace |
专辑 | SlaughtaHouse |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dlear, Ellis, Glover | |
Good good mornin, this is a warnin | |
You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin | |
You shouldn'ta dialed 540-wake | |
You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place | |
I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right? | |
Cause i put my foot in gladys, cause i thought she wore my nikes | |
And i just might fuck your wife, cause i'm livin trife | |
I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper | |
Cause i break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after | |
You little punk bastards, the digga's comin after | |
Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission | |
Say your prayers like a christian | |
Or your punk ass will be missin | |
Like jimmy hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper | |
Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra | |
But check me on the next verse, cause i'm out like cindy lauper | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
(i'm drunk, so what?) | |
I got the crazy drunken style | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
(give the man a taste, and he's gone) | |
[ masta ace ] | |
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer | |
It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire | |
Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin | |
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when i'm shittin | |
I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine | |
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine | |
The mathmatical abstraction, i'm waxin | |
Maxin with action, shootin like paxton | |
Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell | |
It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well | |
Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks | |
It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck's | |
Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink | |
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x) | |
We got the lyrical - hangover | |
Check it out | |
If the mic was a 40 (i would never be sober) (2x) | |
(drunk on friday night) | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
(i'm drunk, so what?) | |
I got the crazy drunken style | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
(give the man a taste, and he's gone) | |
[ lord digga ] | |
When i'm brainstormin i do more than just rain | |
Cause i'ma get you and throw your mama from the train | |
I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter | |
Doin shit you never thought of | |
So don't cross the digga, cause i'm a nigga over drunk waters | |
So heat up the skillet, so i can cook mc's like gizzards | |
And beat that ass when you're off to see the wizard | |
Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? word to scouts honor | |
The nigga from saturday night that rippin shit like sinead o'connor | |
So i wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that'll front when | |
They really know they really don't want nothin | |
Over here, cause i get heads fly like mike and a pair of nike airs | |
Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear | |
Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair |
zuo ci : Dlear, Ellis, Glover | |
Good good mornin, this is a warnin | |
You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin | |
You shouldn' ta dialed 540wake | |
You made a mistake, now your funeral' s gonna take place | |
I' m not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right? | |
Cause i put my foot in gladys, cause i thought she wore my nikes | |
And i just might fuck your wife, cause i' m livin trife | |
I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper | |
Cause i break the dawn in the p. m. to the day after | |
You little punk bastards, the digga' s comin after | |
Ya, strictly on a rubout mission | |
Say your prayers like a christian | |
Or your punk ass will be missin | |
Like jimmy hoffa, it' s the drunken hiphopper | |
Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra | |
But check me on the next verse, cause i' m out like cindy lauper | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
i' m drunk, so what? | |
I got the crazy drunken style | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
give the man a taste, and he' s gone | |
masta ace | |
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer | |
It' s the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire | |
Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin | |
I' m swingin like my dick on the toilet when i' m shittin | |
I try to eat right, so don' t even talk of swine | |
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine | |
The mathmatical abstraction, i' m waxin | |
Maxin with action, shootin like paxton | |
Ring goes the ???, dingding goes the bell | |
It' s the man with the clientele, here to rock you well | |
Knock the red out your socks, now it don' t match your necks | |
It' s the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck' s | |
Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink | |
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink 2x | |
We got the lyrical hangover | |
Check it out | |
If the mic was a 40 i would never be sober 2x | |
drunk on friday night | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
i' m drunk, so what? | |
I got the crazy drunken style | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
give the man a taste, and he' s gone | |
lord digga | |
When i' m brainstormin i do more than just rain | |
Cause i' ma get you and throw your mama from the train | |
I' m kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter | |
Doin shit you never thought of | |
So don' t cross the digga, cause i' m a nigga over drunk waters | |
So heat up the skillet, so i can cook mc' s like gizzards | |
And beat that ass when you' re off to see the wizard | |
Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? word to scouts honor | |
The nigga from saturday night that rippin shit like sinead o' connor | |
So i wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that' ll front when | |
They really know they really don' t want nothin | |
Over here, cause i get heads fly like mike and a pair of nike airs | |
Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear | |
Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair |
zuò cí : Dlear, Ellis, Glover | |
Good good mornin, this is a warnin | |
You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin | |
You shouldn' ta dialed 540wake | |
You made a mistake, now your funeral' s gonna take place | |
I' m not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right? | |
Cause i put my foot in gladys, cause i thought she wore my nikes | |
And i just might fuck your wife, cause i' m livin trife | |
I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper | |
Cause i break the dawn in the p. m. to the day after | |
You little punk bastards, the digga' s comin after | |
Ya, strictly on a rubout mission | |
Say your prayers like a christian | |
Or your punk ass will be missin | |
Like jimmy hoffa, it' s the drunken hiphopper | |
Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra | |
But check me on the next verse, cause i' m out like cindy lauper | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
i' m drunk, so what? | |
I got the crazy drunken style | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
give the man a taste, and he' s gone | |
masta ace | |
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer | |
It' s the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire | |
Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin | |
I' m swingin like my dick on the toilet when i' m shittin | |
I try to eat right, so don' t even talk of swine | |
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine | |
The mathmatical abstraction, i' m waxin | |
Maxin with action, shootin like paxton | |
Ring goes the ???, dingding goes the bell | |
It' s the man with the clientele, here to rock you well | |
Knock the red out your socks, now it don' t match your necks | |
It' s the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck' s | |
Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink | |
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink 2x | |
We got the lyrical hangover | |
Check it out | |
If the mic was a 40 i would never be sober 2x | |
drunk on friday night | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
i' m drunk, so what? | |
I got the crazy drunken style | |
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
give the man a taste, and he' s gone | |
lord digga | |
When i' m brainstormin i do more than just rain | |
Cause i' ma get you and throw your mama from the train | |
I' m kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter | |
Doin shit you never thought of | |
So don' t cross the digga, cause i' m a nigga over drunk waters | |
So heat up the skillet, so i can cook mc' s like gizzards | |
And beat that ass when you' re off to see the wizard | |
Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? word to scouts honor | |
The nigga from saturday night that rippin shit like sinead o' connor | |
So i wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that' ll front when | |
They really know they really don' t want nothin | |
Over here, cause i get heads fly like mike and a pair of nike airs | |
Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear | |
Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair |