歌曲 | Add On |
歌手 | Show & A.G. |
专辑 | Good Fellas |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : D-Flow, Lord Finesse | |
It's Lord | |
Finesse, the rhyme vet | |
Like Bigge, | |
I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my fucking time yet | |
I bring the noise like static, | |
I cause havoc | |
When I grab the mic | |
I pack a party like traffic | |
You know my style, | |
I got the hip sound | |
I should be a construction worker, the way | |
I be tearing shit down | |
One of the best, you ought to shout it | |
Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it | |
Word, I hunt you down | |
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around | |
I slay beginners, sautee contenders | |
Shit, and be damned if | |
I don't walk away the winner | |
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks | |
You know what | |
I'm saying? (Yeah, I can dig that) | |
I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked | |
When it comes to knowledge, | |
I got jewels like the | |
Diamond District | |
I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest | |
Chickenheads know my status | |
For those that's waiting to doubt | |
I'm a play like | |
Pete Rock & | |
C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out" | |
Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!) | |
A.G. my man (Add on, add on!) | |
Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!) | |
D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!) [D-Flow] | |
Check it, | |
I got the herb to bomb your brain | |
I'm a threat like | |
Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name | |
I flow the same in a competition | |
I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the fucking | |
Smith & Wesson, | |
MC's never leave my section | |
Finger on the trigger, | |
I figure I kill that nigga for stepping | |
I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift | |
Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous | |
Ignore the style and get bucked down, child | |
With the three-pound pile, | |
BLOW! How you like me now? | |
The new improved | |
Flow, you know how | |
I do so Whatever, a motherfucking terror like | |
Cujo I'm out to get mine, | |
I want mils, | |
God Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred | |
It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go | |
Chop him like a kilo and let him die [A.G.] | |
And then I'm a add on like arithmetic | |
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with | |
I'm on point with the snakes and fakes | |
Ain't the one (Think I am?) | |
You get hung like drapes | |
And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion | |
Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion | |
Like the raw ism, | |
I'm a kiss him when | |
I hurt him | |
Then desert him, because the | |
Show & A.G. shit is sickening | |
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual | |
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical | |
Promote the glock? | |
No I'm not | |
I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop | |
Time to breeze, now | |
I'm gone, the | |
Greats is rolling strong | |
So add on and on | |
Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!) | |
A.G. my man (Add on, add on!) | |
Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!) | |
D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!) |
zuo qu : DFlow, Lord Finesse | |
It' s Lord | |
Finesse, the rhyme vet | |
Like Bigge, | |
I' m " Ready to Die" but it ain' t my fucking time yet | |
I bring the noise like static, | |
I cause havoc | |
When I grab the mic | |
I pack a party like traffic | |
You know my style, | |
I got the hip sound | |
I should be a construction worker, the way | |
I be tearing shit down | |
One of the best, you ought to shout it | |
Bust a nigga' s ass and won' t give two thoughts about it | |
Word, I hunt you down | |
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around | |
I slay beginners, sautee contenders | |
Shit, and be damned if | |
I don' t walk away the winner | |
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks | |
You know what | |
I' m saying? Yeah, I can dig that | |
I' m gifted, my rhyme is wicked | |
When it comes to knowledge, | |
I got jewels like the | |
Diamond District | |
I' m the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest | |
Chickenheads know my status | |
For those that' s waiting to doubt | |
I' m a play like | |
Pete Rock | |
C. L. Smooth and " Straighten it Out" | |
Ayo Show, my man Add on, add on! | |
A. G. my man Add on, add on! | |
Ayo Show my man Add on, add on! | |
DFlow my man Add on, add on! DFlow | |
Check it, | |
I got the herb to bomb your brain | |
I' m a threat like | |
Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name | |
I flow the same in a competition | |
I break them clowns into something different, buck ' em with the fucking | |
Smith Wesson, | |
MC' s never leave my section | |
Finger on the trigger, | |
I figure I kill that nigga for stepping | |
I tote the fourfifth, riff and get your jaw shift | |
Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous | |
Ignore the style and get bucked down, child | |
With the threepound pile, | |
BLOW! How you like me now? | |
The new improved | |
Flow, you know how | |
I do so Whatever, a motherfucking terror like | |
Cujo I' m out to get mine, | |
I want mils, | |
God Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred | |
It' s DFlow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go | |
Chop him like a kilo and let him die A. G. | |
And then I' m a add on like arithmetic | |
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with | |
I' m on point with the snakes and fakes | |
Ain' t the one Think I am? | |
You get hung like drapes | |
And it' s proven, point blank that' s the conclusion | |
Seeing me losing, it' s all an illusion | |
Like the raw ism, | |
I' m a kiss him when | |
I hurt him | |
Then desert him, because the | |
Show A. G. shit is sickening | |
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual | |
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical | |
Promote the glock? | |
No I' m not | |
I use it as an art, ain' t got the heart to disrespect hiphop | |
Time to breeze, now | |
I' m gone, the | |
Greats is rolling strong | |
So add on and on | |
Ayo Show, my man Add on, add on! | |
A. G. my man Add on, add on! | |
Ayo Show my man Add on, add on! | |
DFlow my man Add on, add on! |
zuò qǔ : DFlow, Lord Finesse | |
It' s Lord | |
Finesse, the rhyme vet | |
Like Bigge, | |
I' m " Ready to Die" but it ain' t my fucking time yet | |
I bring the noise like static, | |
I cause havoc | |
When I grab the mic | |
I pack a party like traffic | |
You know my style, | |
I got the hip sound | |
I should be a construction worker, the way | |
I be tearing shit down | |
One of the best, you ought to shout it | |
Bust a nigga' s ass and won' t give two thoughts about it | |
Word, I hunt you down | |
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around | |
I slay beginners, sautee contenders | |
Shit, and be damned if | |
I don' t walk away the winner | |
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks | |
You know what | |
I' m saying? Yeah, I can dig that | |
I' m gifted, my rhyme is wicked | |
When it comes to knowledge, | |
I got jewels like the | |
Diamond District | |
I' m the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest | |
Chickenheads know my status | |
For those that' s waiting to doubt | |
I' m a play like | |
Pete Rock | |
C. L. Smooth and " Straighten it Out" | |
Ayo Show, my man Add on, add on! | |
A. G. my man Add on, add on! | |
Ayo Show my man Add on, add on! | |
DFlow my man Add on, add on! DFlow | |
Check it, | |
I got the herb to bomb your brain | |
I' m a threat like | |
Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name | |
I flow the same in a competition | |
I break them clowns into something different, buck ' em with the fucking | |
Smith Wesson, | |
MC' s never leave my section | |
Finger on the trigger, | |
I figure I kill that nigga for stepping | |
I tote the fourfifth, riff and get your jaw shift | |
Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous | |
Ignore the style and get bucked down, child | |
With the threepound pile, | |
BLOW! How you like me now? | |
The new improved | |
Flow, you know how | |
I do so Whatever, a motherfucking terror like | |
Cujo I' m out to get mine, | |
I want mils, | |
God Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred | |
It' s DFlow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go | |
Chop him like a kilo and let him die A. G. | |
And then I' m a add on like arithmetic | |
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with | |
I' m on point with the snakes and fakes | |
Ain' t the one Think I am? | |
You get hung like drapes | |
And it' s proven, point blank that' s the conclusion | |
Seeing me losing, it' s all an illusion | |
Like the raw ism, | |
I' m a kiss him when | |
I hurt him | |
Then desert him, because the | |
Show A. G. shit is sickening | |
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual | |
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical | |
Promote the glock? | |
No I' m not | |
I use it as an art, ain' t got the heart to disrespect hiphop | |
Time to breeze, now | |
I' m gone, the | |
Greats is rolling strong | |
So add on and on | |
Ayo Show, my man Add on, add on! | |
A. G. my man Add on, add on! | |
Ayo Show my man Add on, add on! | |
DFlow my man Add on, add on! |