| 歌曲 | Don't Get It Fucked Up |
| 歌手 | Outlawz |
| 专辑 | Outlaw 4 Life: 2005 A.P. |
| 作曲 : Cooper, Cox, Greenridge | |
| Time after time niggaz thinkin' we gon' fold | |
| We ain't yo average niggaz | |
| I don' told you once before | |
| All my real niggaz know | |
| We been at it for years | |
| Persevering and still here | |
| Through static and tears | |
| And yeah.. | |
| We some ridahs -- No | |
| It ain't no stoppin' us | |
| They couldn't stop us | |
| So... they tried copying | |
| But out of living color in the flesh | |
| Guess who's back | |
| Nigga act like you know what's good for ya | |
| [YOUNG NOBLE] | |
| These industry niggaz man they more like bitches | |
| These fuckin' rappers man they more like snitches | |
| Been in the cut and we been focusing, listening | |
| And everybody got a story to tell | |
| But why they twistin' them? | |
| So keep ya head right (head right) | |
| You want the raw on the Lawz | |
| You gotta log-on the muthafuckin' website | |
| (what's that?) | |
| Show some respect | |
| Cause real niggaz go for the net | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Don't get it fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, Fucked up | |
| Nigga don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| Bitches don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked Up | |
| Snitches don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| Don't get it fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, Fucked up | |
| Nigga don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| Bitches don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked Up | |
| Snitches don't get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| [YOUNG NOBLE] | |
| Who wanna ride? | |
| Who wanna drive? | |
| Who wanna die? | |
| Who wanna roll up | |
| Load up and dump at the same time | |
| We all different but the same kind | |
| All my niggaz on a mission that's the same as mine | |
| Blame the times | |
| We all spent days in line | |
| Now we all at the front of the bus | |
| Blames the rhymes, I | |
| Aim the Nine, I | |
| Came to shine, I | |
| Thank the Lord and my heavenly father | |
| [E.D.I] | |
| We got to get it right back | |
| To where we started from | |
| This for my niggaz strugglin' | |
| Comin' out of the slum | |
| If you ain't ridin' on twinkies | |
| You could still ride with me | |
| If you ain't blingin' like I'm blingin' | |
| You could still ride with me | |
| Cause it ain't what you got | |
| It's what ya know | |
| Outlaw muthafucka, untouchable | |
| Give 'em the truth | |
| Or get out the booth | |
| That's my new shit | |
| Cause rapper's now-a-days | |
| Y'all been makin' us all look stupid | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [KASTRO] | |
| Shit, I been doin' what I wanted for some time now | |
| Shit, I wanted as a kid | |
| All mine now (it's all mine now) | |
| I ain't lucked up (noooo) | |
| Don't get it fucked up (noooo) | |
| Look what years of stugglin' did | |
| Wanted for something | |
| The kid real, like one in a Mil' | |
| Cash of kings | |
| Without a deal or a chain that bling | |
| I'm a Outlaw (outlaw) | |
| But I don't rob | |
| And when times got hard | |
| I ain't get no job | |
| Shit I got it how I live | |
| Spit it like it is | |
| And did it all for the kid (yes sir) | |
| I'm a ridah homeboy | |
| I ride on chrome boy | |
| And I refuse to die right besides my chrome boy | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Cooper, Cox, Greenridge | |
| Time after time niggaz thinkin' we gon' fold | |
| We ain' t yo average niggaz | |
| I don' told you once before | |
| All my real niggaz know | |
| We been at it for years | |
| Persevering and still here | |
| Through static and tears | |
| And yeah.. | |
| We some ridahs No | |
| It ain' t no stoppin' us | |
| They couldn' t stop us | |
| So... they tried copying | |
| But out of living color in the flesh | |
| Guess who' s back | |
| Nigga act like you know what' s good for ya | |
| YOUNG NOBLE | |
| These industry niggaz man they more like bitches | |
| These fuckin' rappers man they more like snitches | |
| Been in the cut and we been focusing, listening | |
| And everybody got a story to tell | |
| But why they twistin' them? | |
| So keep ya head right head right | |
| You want the raw on the Lawz | |
| You gotta logon the muthafuckin' website | |
| what' s that? | |
| Show some respect | |
| Cause real niggaz go for the net | |
| Chorus | |
| Don' t get it fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, Fucked up | |
| Nigga don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| Bitches don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked Up | |
| Snitches don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| Don' t get it fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, Fucked up | |
| Nigga don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up, fucked up | |
| Nigga don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| Bitches don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked Up | |
| Snitches don' t get it, get it | |
| Fucked up | |
| YOUNG NOBLE | |
| Who wanna ride? | |
| Who wanna drive? | |
| Who wanna die? | |
| Who wanna roll up | |
| Load up and dump at the same time | |
| We all different but the same kind | |
| All my niggaz on a mission that' s the same as mine | |
| Blame the times | |
| We all spent days in line | |
| Now we all at the front of the bus | |
| Blames the rhymes, I | |
| Aim the Nine, I | |
| Came to shine, I | |
| Thank the Lord and my heavenly father | |
| E. D. I | |
| We got to get it right back | |
| To where we started from | |
| This for my niggaz strugglin' | |
| Comin' out of the slum | |
| If you ain' t ridin' on twinkies | |
| You could still ride with me | |
| If you ain' t blingin' like I' m blingin' | |
| You could still ride with me | |
| Cause it ain' t what you got | |
| It' s what ya know | |
| Outlaw muthafucka, untouchable | |
| Give ' em the truth | |
| Or get out the booth | |
| That' s my new shit | |
| Cause rapper' s nowadays | |
| Y' all been makin' us all look stupid | |
| Chorus | |
| KASTRO | |
| Shit, I been doin' what I wanted for some time now | |
| Shit, I wanted as a kid | |
| All mine now it' s all mine now | |
| I ain' t lucked up noooo | |
| Don' t get it fucked up noooo | |
| Look what years of stugglin' did | |
| Wanted for something | |
| The kid real, like one in a Mil' | |
| Cash of kings | |
| Without a deal or a chain that bling | |
| I' m a Outlaw outlaw | |
| But I don' t rob | |
| And when times got hard | |
| I ain' t get no job | |
| Shit I got it how I live | |
| Spit it like it is | |
| And did it all for the kid yes sir | |
| I' m a ridah homeboy | |
| I ride on chrome boy | |
| And I refuse to die right besides my chrome boy | |
| Chorus |