Scream L.O.X. 歌词
| 歌曲 | Scream L.O.X. |
| 歌手 | The LOX |
| 专辑 | We Are the Streets |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, Feilds, Jacobs, Phillips ... | |
| One , one , one | |
| Yeah! | |
| It's the second time around! | |
| Ya know , ya heard , (y'all know who this is) | |
| The real L.O.X. (no doubt) | |
| As we proceed | |
| To get rid of that bullshit (that's right) | |
| And give you what you need | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Scream L | |
| Cuz we livin and we love the life | |
| Scream O | |
| We official and we override | |
| Scream X | |
| Cuz we experts and experienced (who is it nigga) | |
| We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride | |
| (One more time c'mon) | |
| Scream L | |
| Cuz we livin and we love the life | |
| Scream O | |
| We official and we override | |
| Scream X | |
| Cuz we experts and experienced | |
| We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride | |
| (Sheek) | |
| Who that kid that | |
| Fly in his truck | |
| High as fuck | |
| Mami on my side she weeded I'm henneseyed up | |
| Wet like flipper | |
| Dick on my zipper | |
| Kind of soft | |
| Waitin for this bitch to finish her weed to suck me off | |
| I'm done now | |
| Step out my truck then peep out my style | |
| Place a hundred in this bum cup in front of Mr. Child | |
| Glock 19 | |
| Laser beam | |
| Fuck it no vest today | |
| No stress today , that's how I'm feelin today | |
| But if y'all shoot you think I won't put this bitch in my way | |
| I got love for my niggas that's deeper than lava | |
| Hotter than lava | |
| You point him out I'll pop the revolver | |
| Two years in jail and I don't need no package or nothing | |
| Sheek Louch true to this shit | |
| Y'all niggas is frontin | |
| We some evil motherfuckers you can tell when we smirk | |
| Comes to money we aint got no patience like doctors who don't work | |
| We drink till it don't hurt | |
| And the pain go away | |
| Now who you know out there who's fuckin with Sheek, Styles, and J | |
| C'mon | |
| (Styles) | |
| What comes around goes around and I'm waitin to die | |
| I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky | |
| I get blasted off the liquor, sell drugs, carry a 5th | |
| Fuck with my dogs | |
| Till they put me in a morgue | |
| And even when I'm alone it's me and my toast | |
| Me and my ghost | |
| I wonder who get heated the most | |
| If you didn't live the life you probably couldn't relate | |
| I turn your face into pudding in the hood with an 8th | |
| Niggas beef over crack sales | |
| Scrap over hood rats | |
| Die over dice games | |
| You fuckin with us | |
| And I'ma still pop shit ridin up on a bus | |
| Like I'ma fuck a nigga up when I'm outta these cuffs | |
| And blow three niggas down cuz only cowards'll bluff | |
| Play it sweet when it's sour as fuck | |
| Calicoed up | |
| Money and the jewels and the powder is up | |
| I'ma make a nigga leak like I hit him with dust | |
| (Jadakiss) | |
| Nowadays it cost money to breathe | |
| That's why I tote around three | |
| Ankle to waist and one in my sleeve | |
| Fuck security y'all can give that money to me | |
| Cuz when the bullets go off they be under the tree | |
| I'm at your chick's house bagging up | |
| Groupies styled out | |
| The Kool-Aid too sweet and the phone don't dial out | |
| You don't gotta like me | |
| I show up to your wedding | |
| Rockin a white tee | |
| Your wife like oohh-wee | |
| And if I dance wit her | |
| Then I got a chance wit her | |
| But I aint gonna do her | |
| I'ma wait till after the honeymoon to screw her | |
| And let niggas run through her | |
| For y'all that's behind that wall blockin the street | |
| Homemade doorags off the top of the briefs | |
| Everybody get they turn to live | |
| You just gotta know when it's your turn don't burn your bridge | |
| And all the real niggas will die the worms'll live | |
| And that's real fucked up but that's how shit is | |
| Scream it | |
| CHORUS |
| zuo ci : Dean, Feilds, Jacobs, Phillips ... | |
| One , one , one | |
| Yeah! | |
| It' s the second time around! | |
| Ya know , ya heard , y' all know who this is | |
| The real L. O. X. no doubt | |
| As we proceed | |
| To get rid of that bullshit that' s right | |
| And give you what you need | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Scream L | |
| Cuz we livin and we love the life | |
| Scream O | |
| We official and we override | |
| Scream X | |
| Cuz we experts and experienced who is it nigga | |
| We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride | |
| One more time c' mon | |
| Scream L | |
| Cuz we livin and we love the life | |
| Scream O | |
| We official and we override | |
| Scream X | |
| Cuz we experts and experienced | |
| We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride | |
| Sheek | |
| Who that kid that | |
| Fly in his truck | |
| High as fuck | |
| Mami on my side she weeded I' m henneseyed up | |
| Wet like flipper | |
| Dick on my zipper | |
| Kind of soft | |
| Waitin for this bitch to finish her weed to suck me off | |
| I' m done now | |
| Step out my truck then peep out my style | |
| Place a hundred in this bum cup in front of Mr. Child | |
| Glock 19 | |
| Laser beam | |
| Fuck it no vest today | |
| No stress today , that' s how I' m feelin today | |
| But if y' all shoot you think I won' t put this bitch in my way | |
| I got love for my niggas that' s deeper than lava | |
| Hotter than lava | |
| You point him out I' ll pop the revolver | |
| Two years in jail and I don' t need no package or nothing | |
| Sheek Louch true to this shit | |
| Y' all niggas is frontin | |
| We some evil motherfuckers you can tell when we smirk | |
| Comes to money we aint got no patience like doctors who don' t work | |
| We drink till it don' t hurt | |
| And the pain go away | |
| Now who you know out there who' s fuckin with Sheek, Styles, and J | |
| C' mon | |
| Styles | |
| What comes around goes around and I' m waitin to die | |
| I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky | |
| I get blasted off the liquor, sell drugs, carry a 5th | |
| Fuck with my dogs | |
| Till they put me in a morgue | |
| And even when I' m alone it' s me and my toast | |
| Me and my ghost | |
| I wonder who get heated the most | |
| If you didn' t live the life you probably couldn' t relate | |
| I turn your face into pudding in the hood with an 8th | |
| Niggas beef over crack sales | |
| Scrap over hood rats | |
| Die over dice games | |
| You fuckin with us | |
| And I' ma still pop shit ridin up on a bus | |
| Like I' ma fuck a nigga up when I' m outta these cuffs | |
| And blow three niggas down cuz only cowards' ll bluff | |
| Play it sweet when it' s sour as fuck | |
| Calicoed up | |
| Money and the jewels and the powder is up | |
| I' ma make a nigga leak like I hit him with dust | |
| Jadakiss | |
| Nowadays it cost money to breathe | |
| That' s why I tote around three | |
| Ankle to waist and one in my sleeve | |
| Fuck security y' all can give that money to me | |
| Cuz when the bullets go off they be under the tree | |
| I' m at your chick' s house bagging up | |
| Groupies styled out | |
| The KoolAid too sweet and the phone don' t dial out | |
| You don' t gotta like me | |
| I show up to your wedding | |
| Rockin a white tee | |
| Your wife like oohhwee | |
| And if I dance wit her | |
| Then I got a chance wit her | |
| But I aint gonna do her | |
| I' ma wait till after the honeymoon to screw her | |
| And let niggas run through her | |
| For y' all that' s behind that wall blockin the street | |
| Homemade doorags off the top of the briefs | |
| Everybody get they turn to live | |
| You just gotta know when it' s your turn don' t burn your bridge | |
| And all the real niggas will die the worms' ll live | |
| And that' s real fucked up but that' s how shit is | |
| Scream it | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Dean, Feilds, Jacobs, Phillips ... | |
| One , one , one | |
| Yeah! | |
| It' s the second time around! | |
| Ya know , ya heard , y' all know who this is | |
| The real L. O. X. no doubt | |
| As we proceed | |
| To get rid of that bullshit that' s right | |
| And give you what you need | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Scream L | |
| Cuz we livin and we love the life | |
| Scream O | |
| We official and we override | |
| Scream X | |
| Cuz we experts and experienced who is it nigga | |
| We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride | |
| One more time c' mon | |
| Scream L | |
| Cuz we livin and we love the life | |
| Scream O | |
| We official and we override | |
| Scream X | |
| Cuz we experts and experienced | |
| We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride | |
| Sheek | |
| Who that kid that | |
| Fly in his truck | |
| High as fuck | |
| Mami on my side she weeded I' m henneseyed up | |
| Wet like flipper | |
| Dick on my zipper | |
| Kind of soft | |
| Waitin for this bitch to finish her weed to suck me off | |
| I' m done now | |
| Step out my truck then peep out my style | |
| Place a hundred in this bum cup in front of Mr. Child | |
| Glock 19 | |
| Laser beam | |
| Fuck it no vest today | |
| No stress today , that' s how I' m feelin today | |
| But if y' all shoot you think I won' t put this bitch in my way | |
| I got love for my niggas that' s deeper than lava | |
| Hotter than lava | |
| You point him out I' ll pop the revolver | |
| Two years in jail and I don' t need no package or nothing | |
| Sheek Louch true to this shit | |
| Y' all niggas is frontin | |
| We some evil motherfuckers you can tell when we smirk | |
| Comes to money we aint got no patience like doctors who don' t work | |
| We drink till it don' t hurt | |
| And the pain go away | |
| Now who you know out there who' s fuckin with Sheek, Styles, and J | |
| C' mon | |
| Styles | |
| What comes around goes around and I' m waitin to die | |
| I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky | |
| I get blasted off the liquor, sell drugs, carry a 5th | |
| Fuck with my dogs | |
| Till they put me in a morgue | |
| And even when I' m alone it' s me and my toast | |
| Me and my ghost | |
| I wonder who get heated the most | |
| If you didn' t live the life you probably couldn' t relate | |
| I turn your face into pudding in the hood with an 8th | |
| Niggas beef over crack sales | |
| Scrap over hood rats | |
| Die over dice games | |
| You fuckin with us | |
| And I' ma still pop shit ridin up on a bus | |
| Like I' ma fuck a nigga up when I' m outta these cuffs | |
| And blow three niggas down cuz only cowards' ll bluff | |
| Play it sweet when it' s sour as fuck | |
| Calicoed up | |
| Money and the jewels and the powder is up | |
| I' ma make a nigga leak like I hit him with dust | |
| Jadakiss | |
| Nowadays it cost money to breathe | |
| That' s why I tote around three | |
| Ankle to waist and one in my sleeve | |
| Fuck security y' all can give that money to me | |
| Cuz when the bullets go off they be under the tree | |
| I' m at your chick' s house bagging up | |
| Groupies styled out | |
| The KoolAid too sweet and the phone don' t dial out | |
| You don' t gotta like me | |
| I show up to your wedding | |
| Rockin a white tee | |
| Your wife like oohhwee | |
| And if I dance wit her | |
| Then I got a chance wit her | |
| But I aint gonna do her | |
| I' ma wait till after the honeymoon to screw her | |
| And let niggas run through her | |
| For y' all that' s behind that wall blockin the street | |
| Homemade doorags off the top of the briefs | |
| Everybody get they turn to live | |
| You just gotta know when it' s your turn don' t burn your bridge | |
| And all the real niggas will die the worms' ll live | |
| And that' s real fucked up but that' s how shit is | |
| Scream it | |
| CHORUS |
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