Blowin' Smike 歌词
| 歌曲 | Blowin' Smike |
| 歌手 | Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| 歌手 | Daddy Rich |
| 专辑 | Dust to Dust |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bell, Copeland, Evans, Lawson ... | |
| "Meanwhile, in another part of the town" | |
| I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger | |
| Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor | |
| The Minister gotta fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya | |
| Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor | |
| Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o | |
| Rather have a limo than your bullshit demo | |
| Things are risin up like a 40 inch vertical | |
| Heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle | |
| Flowin out my voice like a dummy and ventriloquist | |
| Hookin up lingo, study like a linguist | |
| Stickin rhymes, yeah, I'm movin like a drifter | |
| Your rhymes are worn like an old man's slippers | |
| Used to have a seizure still edgin up my gold teeth | |
| Headin down you to go with Rich and get some protein | |
| I'm ??? giving bones so you're chokin | |
| I get biz every time I blow smoke and | |
| [Biz Markie] (Can you feel it) | |
| Blowin smoke, bee | |
| [L.L. Cool J] (Woof, now you're cut loose) | |
| Rip off the hand, open up your ears, listen | |
| Got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin | |
| Bringin on beats, keep you movin till your neck snaps | |
| Got the greenbacks like skins with the big racks | |
| On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio | |
| Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe | |
| Say what you wanna, say the minister's oblivious | |
| Dropped dead weight, yo, now it's time to get with this | |
| Rip the micro, torch ya like a pyro | |
| Toss ya in the trash like a horse meat gyro | |
| I won't front, let you know that I'm packin | |
| Check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin | |
| You're kinda young like a tight suede jacket | |
| Ain't a crooked thief but I mess with the racket | |
| Breakin down on a break Daddy Rich broke | |
| The wax spins round, I blow smoke | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Blow smoke up your ass like a manager | |
| Hotel bar butter smooth while I'm havin ya | |
| Soundin kinda crisp like a portable DAT, y'all | |
| Heads swell settin up for the big fall | |
| Hittin up heads like a barber with the clipper | |
| Hip-house hip, yo, but I got somethin hipper | |
| Swingin like McGillah, fill a pocket full of currency | |
| To be or not to be, that is Shakespeare tragedy | |
| Handle like ??? shootin like a pistol | |
| Pack it like a heavey by the name of Travis Bickle | |
| Blowin like the Bad Wolf, send you to the cheap seats | |
| DJ Daddy Rich, he got the mad beats | |
| Keep it in the gutter, so you can't be mad at me | |
| Listenin to 45s of Cannonball Adderley | |
| Ain't the dancin fool, I don't jest, I don't joke | |
| I just grip on a steel and blow smoke | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Bell, Copeland, Evans, Lawson ... | |
| " Meanwhile, in another part of the town" | |
| I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger | |
| Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor | |
| The Minister gotta fade ya like a record, I' ma play ya | |
| Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor | |
| Deliver like a mailman, slide into your cribo | |
| Rather have a limo than your bullshit demo | |
| Things are risin up like a 40 inch vertical | |
| Heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle | |
| Flowin out my voice like a dummy and ventriloquist | |
| Hookin up lingo, study like a linguist | |
| Stickin rhymes, yeah, I' m movin like a drifter | |
| Your rhymes are worn like an old man' s slippers | |
| Used to have a seizure still edgin up my gold teeth | |
| Headin down you to go with Rich and get some protein | |
| I' m nbsp??? giving bones so you' re chokin | |
| I get biz every time I blow smoke and | |
| Biz Markie Can you feel it | |
| Blowin smoke, bee | |
| L. L. Cool J Woof, now you' re cut loose | |
| Rip off the hand, open up your ears, listen | |
| Got a fat joint, just peep it while you' re sippin | |
| Bringin on beats, keep you movin till your neck snaps | |
| Got the greenbacks like skins with the big racks | |
| On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio | |
| Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe | |
| Say what you wanna, say the minister' s oblivious | |
| Dropped dead weight, yo, now it' s time to get with this | |
| Rip the micro, torch ya like a pyro | |
| Toss ya in the trash like a horse meat gyro | |
| I won' t front, let you know that I' m packin | |
| Check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin | |
| You' re kinda young like a tight suede jacket | |
| Ain' t a crooked thief but I mess with the racket | |
| Breakin down on a break Daddy Rich broke | |
| The wax spins round, I blow smoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Blow smoke up your ass like a manager | |
| Hotel bar butter smooth while I' m havin ya | |
| Soundin kinda crisp like a portable DAT, y' all | |
| Heads swell settin up for the big fall | |
| Hittin up heads like a barber with the clipper | |
| Hiphouse hip, yo, but I got somethin hipper | |
| Swingin like McGillah, fill a pocket full of currency | |
| To be or not to be, that is Shakespeare tragedy | |
| Handle like nbsp??? shootin like a pistol | |
| Pack it like a heavey by the name of Travis Bickle | |
| Blowin like the Bad Wolf, send you to the cheap seats | |
| DJ Daddy Rich, he got the mad beats | |
| Keep it in the gutter, so you can' t be mad at me | |
| Listenin to 45s of Cannonball Adderley | |
| Ain' t the dancin fool, I don' t jest, I don' t joke | |
| I just grip on a steel and blow smoke | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Bell, Copeland, Evans, Lawson ... | |
| " Meanwhile, in another part of the town" | |
| I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger | |
| Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor | |
| The Minister gotta fade ya like a record, I' ma play ya | |
| Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor | |
| Deliver like a mailman, slide into your cribo | |
| Rather have a limo than your bullshit demo | |
| Things are risin up like a 40 inch vertical | |
| Heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle | |
| Flowin out my voice like a dummy and ventriloquist | |
| Hookin up lingo, study like a linguist | |
| Stickin rhymes, yeah, I' m movin like a drifter | |
| Your rhymes are worn like an old man' s slippers | |
| Used to have a seizure still edgin up my gold teeth | |
| Headin down you to go with Rich and get some protein | |
| I' m nbsp??? giving bones so you' re chokin | |
| I get biz every time I blow smoke and | |
| Biz Markie Can you feel it | |
| Blowin smoke, bee | |
| L. L. Cool J Woof, now you' re cut loose | |
| Rip off the hand, open up your ears, listen | |
| Got a fat joint, just peep it while you' re sippin | |
| Bringin on beats, keep you movin till your neck snaps | |
| Got the greenbacks like skins with the big racks | |
| On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio | |
| Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe | |
| Say what you wanna, say the minister' s oblivious | |
| Dropped dead weight, yo, now it' s time to get with this | |
| Rip the micro, torch ya like a pyro | |
| Toss ya in the trash like a horse meat gyro | |
| I won' t front, let you know that I' m packin | |
| Check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin | |
| You' re kinda young like a tight suede jacket | |
| Ain' t a crooked thief but I mess with the racket | |
| Breakin down on a break Daddy Rich broke | |
| The wax spins round, I blow smoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Blow smoke up your ass like a manager | |
| Hotel bar butter smooth while I' m havin ya | |
| Soundin kinda crisp like a portable DAT, y' all | |
| Heads swell settin up for the big fall | |
| Hittin up heads like a barber with the clipper | |
| Hiphouse hip, yo, but I got somethin hipper | |
| Swingin like McGillah, fill a pocket full of currency | |
| To be or not to be, that is Shakespeare tragedy | |
| Handle like nbsp??? shootin like a pistol | |
| Pack it like a heavey by the name of Travis Bickle | |
| Blowin like the Bad Wolf, send you to the cheap seats | |
| DJ Daddy Rich, he got the mad beats | |
| Keep it in the gutter, so you can' t be mad at me | |
| Listenin to 45s of Cannonball Adderley | |
| Ain' t the dancin fool, I don' t jest, I don' t joke | |
| I just grip on a steel and blow smoke | |
| Chorus |
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