Saturday Nite Live 歌词
| 歌曲 | Saturday Nite Live |
| 歌手 | Masta Ace |
| 专辑 | SlaughtaHouse |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clear, Ellis, McFadden ... | |
| "live from new york it's saturday nite!" (scratched 4x) | |
| [uneek] | |
| Ayo kid for years i've been into rap | |
| Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map | |
| And by now i know i'm hitting | |
| Cause i say a rhyme and girls be like, "uh no he didn't" | |
| I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt | |
| I serve mc's like a restaurant | |
| It ain't where you're from it's where you're at | |
| So in that case your butt better step like a frat | |
| Cause juice i got a lot of vaoprs | |
| While you gotta quit, i'm always rolling with umdada, shit | |
| When i deliver i make you shiver | |
| If a guy try to front, i have to show him i'm the problem giver | |
| Girlfriend you're gonna be in bad shape | |
| If you expect uneek to take you shopping like a demo tape | |
| I'll tell your brother jack to be nimble | |
| Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal | |
| You need to stop all the yelling and the cursing | |
| I know it foul, he couldn't house a homeless person | |
| We don't cuddle in the eyceurokk huddle | |
| While verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle | |
| One lyric from the gut, so what? | |
| You want to strut like you're bad and then you might get had | |
| Yeah it's cool, it's gonna be all right | |
| Cause live from new york it's saturday nite | |
| "live from new york it's saturday nite!" (scratched 4x) | |
| [masta ace] | |
| It's the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest | |
| Like hostess, i bake mc's and oh and you knows this | |
| So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling | |
| I'm rolling with umdada and i'm um holding my swollen | |
| And doing the project dance from back in the days | |
| It's the master, the ace and yo, i'm black and it pays | |
| So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and | |
| It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippest | |
| Hat on sideways or backward, i knew a funky track would | |
| Open up the ears of the black hood | |
| I'm not rough mouth, richie, or the fonz | |
| I'm no joke, i school that ass like st. john's | |
| Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and | |
| Open up the door cause i'm knocking | |
| Ready or not, here i come in a hurry and | |
| It's masta ace, steady pace, paula perry and | |
| Eyceurokk with the 4 building storm and | |
| Welcome to the bates motel, my name is norman | |
| I got the mad knife, i'm mad mean | |
| I killed mad crews, i read mad magazine | |
| So break it down for the heads with the dreads | |
| For the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the reds | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigga | |
| As i take my finger of the trigga for the lord digga | |
| [lord digga] | |
| Lord digga, the microphone mutilator | |
| With the hardcore data to mash motherfuckers like potatoes | |
| I get a load of a punk who tried to diss me | |
| You wanna know why? cause i spit on spectators | |
| My style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tip | |
| Blowing the fuck up, sending pussies looking for microchips | |
| Mad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets gripped | |
| Not a gang member but i got tales from the crip | |
| I'm mad mad funky like silk | |
| Take a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wack | |
| As my pockets get fat like and elephant | |
| I'm far from benevolent, i'm up your ass for the hell of it | |
| I'm catching wreck on your record or cassette tape | |
| Now i can't wait to catch motherfuckers that slept late | |
| I flip the hardcore shit so little punks you know | |
| That's how it goes on saturday nite | |
| "live from new york it's saturday nite!" (scratched 4x) | |
| [eyce] | |
| Eyceurokk consists of three: | |
| First is rokk deisel, my brother uneek, and then there's me, nigga | |
| I wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my back | |
| Baddest nigga in the pack | |
| And i work to get my loot, shoot | |
| Huh, i'm turning heads like a handicapped prostitute | |
| Son you gotta belive me | |
| That i'm a be "rockin you, rockin you" but i'm not davert leavy | |
| I'm hitting rappers til they stagger | |
| And if he's a bragger, i'm gonna watch him fall like niagra | |
| Ooops, oh, time for him to go | |
| Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe | |
| Not the type you can play a game with | |
| Fuck around, look at all the niggas that i came with | |
| Stop dissing, there will be no tomorrow | |
| You'll feel sorrow, i'm knocking niggas down like mark bavarro | |
| Cause rap is not a toy, if you're in it for the bones | |
| You'll be home alone just like that little white boy | |
| Master eyce is on the way | |
| And live from new york i'm catching wreck on a saturday | |
| "live from new york it's saturday nite!" (scratched 4x) |
| zuo ci : Clear, Ellis, McFadden ... | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x | |
| uneek | |
| Ayo kid for years i' ve been into rap | |
| Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map | |
| And by now i know i' m hitting | |
| Cause i say a rhyme and girls be like, " uh no he didn' t" | |
| I' m so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt | |
| I serve mc' s like a restaurant | |
| It ain' t where you' re from it' s where you' re at | |
| So in that case your butt better step like a frat | |
| Cause juice i got a lot of vaoprs | |
| While you gotta quit, i' m always rolling with umdada, shit | |
| When i deliver i make you shiver | |
| If a guy try to front, i have to show him i' m the problem giver | |
| Girlfriend you' re gonna be in bad shape | |
| If you expect uneek to take you shopping like a demo tape | |
| I' ll tell your brother jack to be nimble | |
| Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal | |
| You need to stop all the yelling and the cursing | |
| I know it foul, he couldn' t house a homeless person | |
| We don' t cuddle in the eyceurokk huddle | |
| While verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle | |
| One lyric from the gut, so what? | |
| You want to strut like you' re bad and then you might get had | |
| Yeah it' s cool, it' s gonna be all right | |
| Cause live from new york it' s saturday nite | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x | |
| masta ace | |
| It' s the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest | |
| Like hostess, i bake mc' s and oh and you knows this | |
| So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling | |
| I' m rolling with umdada and i' m um holding my swollen | |
| And doing the project dance from back in the days | |
| It' s the master, the ace and yo, i' m black and it pays | |
| So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and | |
| It' s the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippest | |
| Hat on sideways or backward, i knew a funky track would | |
| Open up the ears of the black hood | |
| I' m not rough mouth, richie, or the fonz | |
| I' m no joke, i school that ass like st. john' s | |
| Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and | |
| Open up the door cause i' m knocking | |
| Ready or not, here i come in a hurry and | |
| It' s masta ace, steady pace, paula perry and | |
| Eyceurokk with the 4 building storm and | |
| Welcome to the bates motel, my name is norman | |
| I got the mad knife, i' m mad mean | |
| I killed mad crews, i read mad magazine | |
| So break it down for the heads with the dreads | |
| For the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the reds | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigga | |
| As i take my finger of the trigga for the lord digga | |
| lord digga | |
| Lord digga, the microphone mutilator | |
| With the hardcore data to mash motherfuckers like potatoes | |
| I get a load of a punk who tried to diss me | |
| You wanna know why? cause i spit on spectators | |
| My style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tip | |
| Blowing the fuck up, sending pussies looking for microchips | |
| Mad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets gripped | |
| Not a gang member but i got tales from the crip | |
| I' m mad mad funky like silk | |
| Take a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wack | |
| As my pockets get fat like and elephant | |
| I' m far from benevolent, i' m up your ass for the hell of it | |
| I' m catching wreck on your record or cassette tape | |
| Now i can' t wait to catch motherfuckers that slept late | |
| I flip the hardcore shit so little punks you know | |
| That' s how it goes on saturday nite | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x | |
| eyce | |
| Eyceurokk consists of three: | |
| First is rokk deisel, my brother uneek, and then there' s me, nigga | |
| I wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my back | |
| Baddest nigga in the pack | |
| And i work to get my loot, shoot | |
| Huh, i' m turning heads like a handicapped prostitute | |
| Son you gotta belive me | |
| That i' m a be " rockin you, rockin you" but i' m not davert leavy | |
| I' m hitting rappers til they stagger | |
| And if he' s a bragger, i' m gonna watch him fall like niagra | |
| Ooops, oh, time for him to go | |
| Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe | |
| Not the type you can play a game with | |
| Fuck around, look at all the niggas that i came with | |
| Stop dissing, there will be no tomorrow | |
| You' ll feel sorrow, i' m knocking niggas down like mark bavarro | |
| Cause rap is not a toy, if you' re in it for the bones | |
| You' ll be home alone just like that little white boy | |
| Master eyce is on the way | |
| And live from new york i' m catching wreck on a saturday | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x |
| zuò cí : Clear, Ellis, McFadden ... | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x | |
| uneek | |
| Ayo kid for years i' ve been into rap | |
| Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map | |
| And by now i know i' m hitting | |
| Cause i say a rhyme and girls be like, " uh no he didn' t" | |
| I' m so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt | |
| I serve mc' s like a restaurant | |
| It ain' t where you' re from it' s where you' re at | |
| So in that case your butt better step like a frat | |
| Cause juice i got a lot of vaoprs | |
| While you gotta quit, i' m always rolling with umdada, shit | |
| When i deliver i make you shiver | |
| If a guy try to front, i have to show him i' m the problem giver | |
| Girlfriend you' re gonna be in bad shape | |
| If you expect uneek to take you shopping like a demo tape | |
| I' ll tell your brother jack to be nimble | |
| Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal | |
| You need to stop all the yelling and the cursing | |
| I know it foul, he couldn' t house a homeless person | |
| We don' t cuddle in the eyceurokk huddle | |
| While verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle | |
| One lyric from the gut, so what? | |
| You want to strut like you' re bad and then you might get had | |
| Yeah it' s cool, it' s gonna be all right | |
| Cause live from new york it' s saturday nite | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x | |
| masta ace | |
| It' s the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest | |
| Like hostess, i bake mc' s and oh and you knows this | |
| So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling | |
| I' m rolling with umdada and i' m um holding my swollen | |
| And doing the project dance from back in the days | |
| It' s the master, the ace and yo, i' m black and it pays | |
| So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and | |
| It' s the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippest | |
| Hat on sideways or backward, i knew a funky track would | |
| Open up the ears of the black hood | |
| I' m not rough mouth, richie, or the fonz | |
| I' m no joke, i school that ass like st. john' s | |
| Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and | |
| Open up the door cause i' m knocking | |
| Ready or not, here i come in a hurry and | |
| It' s masta ace, steady pace, paula perry and | |
| Eyceurokk with the 4 building storm and | |
| Welcome to the bates motel, my name is norman | |
| I got the mad knife, i' m mad mean | |
| I killed mad crews, i read mad magazine | |
| So break it down for the heads with the dreads | |
| For the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the reds | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigga | |
| As i take my finger of the trigga for the lord digga | |
| lord digga | |
| Lord digga, the microphone mutilator | |
| With the hardcore data to mash motherfuckers like potatoes | |
| I get a load of a punk who tried to diss me | |
| You wanna know why? cause i spit on spectators | |
| My style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tip | |
| Blowing the fuck up, sending pussies looking for microchips | |
| Mad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets gripped | |
| Not a gang member but i got tales from the crip | |
| I' m mad mad funky like silk | |
| Take a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wack | |
| As my pockets get fat like and elephant | |
| I' m far from benevolent, i' m up your ass for the hell of it | |
| I' m catching wreck on your record or cassette tape | |
| Now i can' t wait to catch motherfuckers that slept late | |
| I flip the hardcore shit so little punks you know | |
| That' s how it goes on saturday nite | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x | |
| eyce | |
| Eyceurokk consists of three: | |
| First is rokk deisel, my brother uneek, and then there' s me, nigga | |
| I wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my back | |
| Baddest nigga in the pack | |
| And i work to get my loot, shoot | |
| Huh, i' m turning heads like a handicapped prostitute | |
| Son you gotta belive me | |
| That i' m a be " rockin you, rockin you" but i' m not davert leavy | |
| I' m hitting rappers til they stagger | |
| And if he' s a bragger, i' m gonna watch him fall like niagra | |
| Ooops, oh, time for him to go | |
| Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe | |
| Not the type you can play a game with | |
| Fuck around, look at all the niggas that i came with | |
| Stop dissing, there will be no tomorrow | |
| You' ll feel sorrow, i' m knocking niggas down like mark bavarro | |
| Cause rap is not a toy, if you' re in it for the bones | |
| You' ll be home alone just like that little white boy | |
| Master eyce is on the way | |
| And live from new york i' m catching wreck on a saturday | |
| " live from new york it' s saturday nite!" scratched 4x |
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