歌曲 | Hubtouchablez |
歌手 | MC Eiht |
专辑 | Last Man Standing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tyler | |
Geah (hey) | |
Hey | |
C.m.w in the house (rock on) | |
Hubtouchablez in the house (rock on) | |
Geah (hey) | |
Half ounce in the house, hey | |
(geah, c'mon, geah) | |
I dips around, sips around 2 o'clock | |
The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock | |
Westward bound, stay down | |
To the fools that's gon' bow | |
How you like us now? | |
Steady living by the trigger | |
I toss on nigga | |
Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger | |
Droppin' chronic by the pound | |
Who's teachin' classes? | |
Bitches blowin all day with their naked-asses | |
Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot | |
Jack to jill, round the hill, i get the scrill' | |
Better pay me | |
I need the money, so i'm goin' crazy | |
Can i still kill it? you bet! | |
Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet | |
So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let's roof | |
And stick your big ass out the sunroof | |
(chorus) | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
Geah, hey | |
I puts it down 'funky enough' like the d.o.c. | |
Maybe you can't see, blind like stevie | |
That's sick, you blind and you just can't see | |
You need to wear sun-glasses like d.m.c. | |
Cruise around in s.5. classes | |
Sippin' on d.p. in tall glasses | |
Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain't wettin' | |
Call me big daddy kane, ain't no half steppin' | |
'who's got the props? who's got the props?' | |
The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don't stop | |
Get moves for that ass | |
Come smooth on that ass | |
But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash | |
Got 'em hangin' loosely | |
Just introduced me | |
Now you tryin to juice me | |
Damn baby, i know ho's got their heat | |
But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet | |
(chorus) | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
Leave your crew fucked up, don't talk no shit | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets | |
We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect | |
Hey, geah, hey, geah | |
Half ounce in the house (rock on) | |
Geah | |
'walk this way' cause it's my way to swing | |
No playa hatin', ain't nuthin' but a compton thang | |
Fucked up, now you lookin' silly | |
Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly | |
But milly couldn't imitate it no more | |
Like p.e. yo bum rush the show! | |
In fact, like goldie the mack | |
"take a nation of millions to hold us back" | |
Play a game of knick knack patty wack | |
Toss my sack out and watch it come right back | |
Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily | |
Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy | |
Girls to big lips, to big hips | |
Only get down for players with big chips | |
And we be's the biggest playas to straight macs | |
Snaggin taggin redbones to ?????? blacks | |
Hey, geah | |
C.m.w. in the house, uh c'mon uh | |
Half ounce in the house, geah c'mon | |
Y'know i'm sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that greenery | |
Floss around geah, uh |
zuo ci : Tyler | |
Geah hey | |
Hey | |
C. m. w in the house rock on | |
Hubtouchablez in the house rock on | |
Geah hey | |
Half ounce in the house, hey | |
geah, c' mon, geah | |
I dips around, sips around 2 o' clock | |
The hammer' s backjacked, cocked on the glock | |
Westward bound, stay down | |
To the fools that' s gon' bow | |
How you like us now? | |
Steady living by the trigger | |
I toss on nigga | |
Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger | |
Droppin' chronic by the pound | |
Who' s teachin' classes? | |
Bitches blowin all day with their nakedasses | |
Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot | |
Jack to jill, round the hill, i get the scrill' | |
Better pay me | |
I need the money, so i' m goin' crazy | |
Can i still kill it? you bet! | |
Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet | |
So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let' s roof | |
And stick your big ass out the sunroof | |
chorus | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
Geah, hey | |
I puts it down ' funky enough' like the d. o. c. | |
Maybe you can' t see, blind like stevie | |
That' s sick, you blind and you just can' t see | |
You need to wear sunglasses like d. m. c. | |
Cruise around in s. 5. classes | |
Sippin' on d. p. in tall glasses | |
Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain' t wettin' | |
Call me big daddy kane, ain' t no half steppin' | |
' who' s got the props? who' s got the props?' | |
The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don' t stop | |
Get moves for that ass | |
Come smooth on that ass | |
But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash | |
Got ' em hangin' loosely | |
Just introduced me | |
Now you tryin to juice me | |
Damn baby, i know ho' s got their heat | |
But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet | |
chorus | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
Leave your crew fucked up, don' t talk no shit | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets | |
We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect | |
Hey, geah, hey, geah | |
Half ounce in the house rock on | |
Geah | |
' walk this way' cause it' s my way to swing | |
No playa hatin', ain' t nuthin' but a compton thang | |
Fucked up, now you lookin' silly | |
Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly | |
But milly couldn' t imitate it no more | |
Like p. e. yo bum rush the show! | |
In fact, like goldie the mack | |
" take a nation of millions to hold us back" | |
Play a game of knick knack patty wack | |
Toss my sack out and watch it come right back | |
Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily | |
Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy | |
Girls to big lips, to big hips | |
Only get down for players with big chips | |
And we be' s the biggest playas to straight macs | |
Snaggin taggin redbones to ?????? blacks | |
Hey, geah | |
C. m. w. in the house, uh c' mon uh | |
Half ounce in the house, geah c' mon | |
Y' know i' m sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that greenery | |
Floss around geah, uh |
zuò cí : Tyler | |
Geah hey | |
Hey | |
C. m. w in the house rock on | |
Hubtouchablez in the house rock on | |
Geah hey | |
Half ounce in the house, hey | |
geah, c' mon, geah | |
I dips around, sips around 2 o' clock | |
The hammer' s backjacked, cocked on the glock | |
Westward bound, stay down | |
To the fools that' s gon' bow | |
How you like us now? | |
Steady living by the trigger | |
I toss on nigga | |
Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger | |
Droppin' chronic by the pound | |
Who' s teachin' classes? | |
Bitches blowin all day with their nakedasses | |
Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot | |
Jack to jill, round the hill, i get the scrill' | |
Better pay me | |
I need the money, so i' m goin' crazy | |
Can i still kill it? you bet! | |
Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet | |
So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let' s roof | |
And stick your big ass out the sunroof | |
chorus | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
Geah, hey | |
I puts it down ' funky enough' like the d. o. c. | |
Maybe you can' t see, blind like stevie | |
That' s sick, you blind and you just can' t see | |
You need to wear sunglasses like d. m. c. | |
Cruise around in s. 5. classes | |
Sippin' on d. p. in tall glasses | |
Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain' t wettin' | |
Call me big daddy kane, ain' t no half steppin' | |
' who' s got the props? who' s got the props?' | |
The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don' t stop | |
Get moves for that ass | |
Come smooth on that ass | |
But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash | |
Got ' em hangin' loosely | |
Just introduced me | |
Now you tryin to juice me | |
Damn baby, i know ho' s got their heat | |
But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet | |
chorus | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets | |
Leave your crew fucked up, don' t talk no shit | |
Hubtouchablez as we dips around | |
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down | |
Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets | |
We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect | |
Hey, geah, hey, geah | |
Half ounce in the house rock on | |
Geah | |
' walk this way' cause it' s my way to swing | |
No playa hatin', ain' t nuthin' but a compton thang | |
Fucked up, now you lookin' silly | |
Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly | |
But milly couldn' t imitate it no more | |
Like p. e. yo bum rush the show! | |
In fact, like goldie the mack | |
" take a nation of millions to hold us back" | |
Play a game of knick knack patty wack | |
Toss my sack out and watch it come right back | |
Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily | |
Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy | |
Girls to big lips, to big hips | |
Only get down for players with big chips | |
And we be' s the biggest playas to straight macs | |
Snaggin taggin redbones to ?????? blacks | |
Hey, geah | |
C. m. w. in the house, uh c' mon uh | |
Half ounce in the house, geah c' mon | |
Y' know i' m sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that greenery | |
Floss around geah, uh |