歌曲 | Dues and Dont's |
歌手 | Rasco |
专辑 | The Birth EP |
作词 : Rasco | |
Uh huh | |
That's right, be yourself, yo | |
That's right | |
Ya got to be yourself, yo | |
That's right | |
And do your own thing | |
Yo, do your own thing | |
Yo, I slings from the waist with mines, but I don't waste time | |
Once again here to set the new trend | |
Whatever the plan, we shakes in all style | |
Better check the file, don't change the dial | |
You locked in, nigga, we raisin' the stock ten | |
Better tell your friends, where it all begins | |
Point blank, niggas ain't nothin' but low rank | |
The cap-tain lookin at rippin' the ass clean | |
The vaccine ain't nothin' but pure medi-cine | |
The sure shot niggas should keep they door locked | |
Ain't no block hotter than your's? Make sure | |
While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure | |
One-hundred percent organic, goddammit | |
Be doin' my thing until I'm yanked off the planet | |
Hard like granite, your stones are zercon(ia) | |
Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes | |
[Chorus x2] | |
Yo, don't change yo' shit because you heard my shit | |
Get back in the lab and try to reword shit | |
I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit' | |
It's Rasco here to enhance the cash flow | |
(Second time through minus 'Yo') | |
(Get it off your chest then) | |
I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time | |
Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear | |
The same shit as last year | |
Why do niggas change they style and then flip? | |
Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip | |
Don't you understand you should stand for yourself, | |
To make sure your records don't stand on the shelf? | |
Never make songs to please these emcees | |
And next time, nigga, I'm charging you five g's | |
Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze | |
And emcees be thinkin' they the fuckin' Bee Gees | |
Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame | |
To make sure you still stick around in the game | |
Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins | |
You outta your brain, you know the goddam name | |
The same cat that brought you back to the times | |
When niggas was true and did it all for the rhymes | |
Now it's all changed, these cats think short range | |
Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart | |
But is he really smart for doin' the same shit, | |
That one thousand other motherfuckers came wit'? | |
I don't think so, I got coins to invest | |
While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest | |
[Chorus x2] | |
(Last, but not least) | |
Don't use the underground | |
For tryin' to shield you and that wackass sound | |
I'll still be around, watchin' niggas freestyle | |
I came back, I know I've been gone for a while | |
I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress | |
Is how I can make a lot more doin' less | |
Peace to the West, I just earned a piece | |
I told y'all you shouldn't let the dog of the leash | |
Don't bite, especially when you know it ain't right | |
And don't drop your songs when you know it ain't tight | |
I shines the light, do the best that you can | |
You always should have a whole different sideplan | |
My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame | |
Be exact, no time for the little mind games | |
I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street | |
To get y'all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat | |
[Chorus x2] |
zuò cí : Rasco | |
Uh huh | |
That' s right, be yourself, yo | |
That' s right | |
Ya got to be yourself, yo | |
That' s right | |
And do your own thing | |
Yo, do your own thing | |
Yo, I slings from the waist with mines, but I don' t waste time | |
Once again here to set the new trend | |
Whatever the plan, we shakes in all style | |
Better check the file, don' t change the dial | |
You locked in, nigga, we raisin' the stock ten | |
Better tell your friends, where it all begins | |
Point blank, niggas ain' t nothin' but low rank | |
The captain lookin at rippin' the ass clean | |
The vaccine ain' t nothin' but pure medicine | |
The sure shot niggas should keep they door locked | |
Ain' t no block hotter than your' s? Make sure | |
While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure | |
Onehundred percent organic, goddammit | |
Be doin' my thing until I' m yanked off the planet | |
Hard like granite, your stones are zercon ia | |
Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes | |
Chorus x2 | |
Yo, don' t change yo' shit because you heard my shit | |
Get back in the lab and try to reword shit | |
I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit' | |
It' s Rasco here to enhance the cash flow | |
Second time through minus ' Yo' | |
Get it off your chest then | |
I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time | |
Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear | |
The same shit as last year | |
Why do niggas change they style and then flip? | |
Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip | |
Don' t you understand you should stand for yourself, | |
To make sure your records don' t stand on the shelf? | |
Never make songs to please these emcees | |
And next time, nigga, I' m charging you five g' s | |
Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze | |
And emcees be thinkin' they the fuckin' Bee Gees | |
Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame | |
To make sure you still stick around in the game | |
Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins | |
You outta your brain, you know the goddam name | |
The same cat that brought you back to the times | |
When niggas was true and did it all for the rhymes | |
Now it' s all changed, these cats think short range | |
Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart | |
But is he really smart for doin' the same shit, | |
That one thousand other motherfuckers came wit'? | |
I don' t think so, I got coins to invest | |
While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest | |
Chorus x2 | |
Last, but not least | |
Don' t use the underground | |
For tryin' to shield you and that wackass sound | |
I' ll still be around, watchin' niggas freestyle | |
I came back, I know I' ve been gone for a while | |
I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress | |
Is how I can make a lot more doin' less | |
Peace to the West, I just earned a piece | |
I told y' all you shouldn' t let the dog of the leash | |
Don' t bite, especially when you know it ain' t right | |
And don' t drop your songs when you know it ain' t tight | |
I shines the light, do the best that you can | |
You always should have a whole different sideplan | |
My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame | |
Be exact, no time for the little mind games | |
I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street | |
To get y' all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat | |
Chorus x2 |