Bully Foot 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bully Foot |
| 歌手 | Tha Alkaholiks |
| 专辑 | X.O. Experience |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Robinson, Smith, Smith, Spivey | |
| (feat. Busta Rhymes) | |
| [Busta Rhymes] | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n | |
| Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm | |
| And I am alongside, Alkaholiks-In-Some'n | |
| Mmhmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm | |
| Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y'all want? | |
| Mhmmm-mmm.. | |
| Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully foot rap | |
| Now, every-time-I-give-y'all-shit-that | |
| Blow up the spot, fuck what you got | |
| And bless and execute strategical plots | |
| That's to "Extinction Level Event" these wack niggaz offa this block | |
| Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink; watchin y'all niggaz get sick | |
| Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink | |
| The type of dude I never put in my clicks; because you funny | |
| And you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a bitch | |
| I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so-called | |
| Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y'all | |
| This very given moment, opponent; niggaz like you | |
| Ain't allowed up in our circle cause we DON'T condone it | |
| We love to microphone it, perhaps | |
| What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw SEWAGE raps | |
| And for the last thing that I'ma make clear | |
| That when we present watch your step when you be COMIN round here | |
| [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] | |
| Every-time-we-give-y'all-shit-that | |
| Blow up the spot (fuck what you got, we got) | |
| Shit for the East and the South and the West coast | |
| We blazin hot (controllin the block, you better) | |
| Watch-yo'-head-while-we-bust-somethin | |
| To make ya duck (said get down nigga what?) You know | |
| We-got-shit-that-make-y'all-wild-out | |
| To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know) | |
| [J-Ro] | |
| This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me | |
| I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley | |
| Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me | |
| Bitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey? | |
| Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke me | |
| Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me | |
| And she still want me, keep blowin up my Noki' | |
| Tryin to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey | |
| Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit | |
| I'm just spittin liquid in the middle of the pit | |
| Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb | |
| I'm iller than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the prom | |
| Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don | |
| Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one | |
| You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics? | |
| [scratched: "You motherfucker!"] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Tash] | |
| We out for justice so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies | |
| Niggaz wanna know the secret but they just can't get it out me | |
| So they talk that shit about me but to me that's never not | |
| They pop that shit across the room while I down another shot | |
| I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composure | |
| Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party over | |
| I still got that flare so just stare from over there | |
| Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz hair | |
| So I declare war - Tha Liks, we fierce competitors | |
| The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like, | |
| "Tha Liks is veterans - they straight from California | |
| We ain't even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us" like | |
| {RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dungeon Dragon | |
| Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin | |
| Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the club | |
| The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Robinson, Smith, Smith, Spivey | |
| feat. Busta Rhymes | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, BustDownSome' n | |
| Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm | |
| And I am alongside, AlkaholiksInSome' n | |
| Mmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm | |
| Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y' all want? | |
| Mhmmmmmm.. | |
| Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully foot rap | |
| Now, everytimeIgivey' allshitthat | |
| Blow up the spot, fuck what you got | |
| And bless and execute strategical plots | |
| That' s to " Extinction Level Event" these wack niggaz offa this block | |
| Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink watchin y' all niggaz get sick | |
| Holdin ya stomachs ' til you earl in the sink | |
| The type of dude I never put in my clicks because you funny | |
| And you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a bitch | |
| I be the foul mouth quick to toast y' all, socalled | |
| Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y' all | |
| This very given moment, opponent niggaz like you | |
| Ain' t allowed up in our circle cause we DON' T condone it | |
| We love to microphone it, perhaps | |
| What we gon' do instead is give y' all gutter beats and raw SEWAGE raps | |
| And for the last thing that I' ma make clear | |
| That when we present watch your step when you be COMIN round here | |
| Chorus: Busta Rhymes | |
| Everytimewegivey' allshitthat | |
| Blow up the spot fuck what you got, we got | |
| Shit for the East and the South and the West coast | |
| We blazin hot controllin the block, you better | |
| Watchyo' headwhilewebustsomethin | |
| To make ya duck said get down nigga what? You know | |
| Wegotshitthatmakey' allwildout | |
| To bounce in the truck aiyyo, get with the funk, y' know | |
| JRo | |
| This world' s tryin to make me crack, but it still ain' t broke me | |
| I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley | |
| Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me | |
| Bitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey? | |
| Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke me | |
| Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me | |
| And she still want me, keep blowin up my Noki' | |
| Tryin to provoke me to fall for okeydokey | |
| Don' t quote me boy, cause I ain' t said shit | |
| I' m just spittin liquid in the middle of the pit | |
| Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb | |
| I' m iller than Sadaam takin Carrie' s mom to the prom | |
| Cool and calm, MackenRo, Likwid don | |
| Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one | |
| You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics? | |
| scratched: " You motherfucker!" | |
| Chorus | |
| Tash | |
| We out for justice so bust this it' s Busta and the Alkies | |
| Niggaz wanna know the secret but they just can' t get it out me | |
| So they talk that shit about me but to me that' s never not | |
| They pop that shit across the room while I down another shot | |
| I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composure | |
| Close my eyes and throw a bottle I' m fuckin up this party over | |
| I still got that flare so just stare from over there | |
| Cause I' m so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz hair | |
| So I declare war Tha Liks, we fierce competitors | |
| The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like, | |
| " Tha Liks is veterans they straight from California | |
| We ain' t even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us" like | |
| RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW just like a Dungeon Dragon | |
| Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin | |
| Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the club | |
| The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Robinson, Smith, Smith, Spivey | |
| feat. Busta Rhymes | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, BustDownSome' n | |
| Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm | |
| And I am alongside, AlkaholiksInSome' n | |
| Mmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm | |
| Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y' all want? | |
| Mhmmmmmm.. | |
| Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully foot rap | |
| Now, everytimeIgivey' allshitthat | |
| Blow up the spot, fuck what you got | |
| And bless and execute strategical plots | |
| That' s to " Extinction Level Event" these wack niggaz offa this block | |
| Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink watchin y' all niggaz get sick | |
| Holdin ya stomachs ' til you earl in the sink | |
| The type of dude I never put in my clicks because you funny | |
| And you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a bitch | |
| I be the foul mouth quick to toast y' all, socalled | |
| Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y' all | |
| This very given moment, opponent niggaz like you | |
| Ain' t allowed up in our circle cause we DON' T condone it | |
| We love to microphone it, perhaps | |
| What we gon' do instead is give y' all gutter beats and raw SEWAGE raps | |
| And for the last thing that I' ma make clear | |
| That when we present watch your step when you be COMIN round here | |
| Chorus: Busta Rhymes | |
| Everytimewegivey' allshitthat | |
| Blow up the spot fuck what you got, we got | |
| Shit for the East and the South and the West coast | |
| We blazin hot controllin the block, you better | |
| Watchyo' headwhilewebustsomethin | |
| To make ya duck said get down nigga what? You know | |
| Wegotshitthatmakey' allwildout | |
| To bounce in the truck aiyyo, get with the funk, y' know | |
| JRo | |
| This world' s tryin to make me crack, but it still ain' t broke me | |
| I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley | |
| Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me | |
| Bitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey? | |
| Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke me | |
| Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me | |
| And she still want me, keep blowin up my Noki' | |
| Tryin to provoke me to fall for okeydokey | |
| Don' t quote me boy, cause I ain' t said shit | |
| I' m just spittin liquid in the middle of the pit | |
| Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb | |
| I' m iller than Sadaam takin Carrie' s mom to the prom | |
| Cool and calm, MackenRo, Likwid don | |
| Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one | |
| You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics? | |
| scratched: " You motherfucker!" | |
| Chorus | |
| Tash | |
| We out for justice so bust this it' s Busta and the Alkies | |
| Niggaz wanna know the secret but they just can' t get it out me | |
| So they talk that shit about me but to me that' s never not | |
| They pop that shit across the room while I down another shot | |
| I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composure | |
| Close my eyes and throw a bottle I' m fuckin up this party over | |
| I still got that flare so just stare from over there | |
| Cause I' m so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz hair | |
| So I declare war Tha Liks, we fierce competitors | |
| The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like, | |
| " Tha Liks is veterans they straight from California | |
| We ain' t even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us" like | |
| RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW just like a Dungeon Dragon | |
| Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin | |
| Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the club | |
| The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud | |
| Chorus |
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