歌曲 | Thug Lord |
歌手 | Yukmouth |
专辑 | Thug Lord: The New Testament |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ellis, Vest | |
[Chorus] Thug | |
Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga (Bust Yours) | |
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords) | |
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours) | |
Them niggaz (Want War) [Verse 1] | |
I'm glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it | |
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven | |
J., you better tell these fuckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted | |
Even your fuckin ______, get detted | |
Fake ass synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded | |
Styles pathetic, | |
I move to | |
Texas, take all your letice | |
I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it takes to build me | |
I know you wish some niggaz peel me, and drill me | |
You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me | |
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me | |
Spot a nigga out like | |
Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me | |
My spare time, | |
I rhyme, drink | |
Remy, load up the semi | |
I was born to slap the shit out of macks, take their bitch | |
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique | |
A smilie face ain't shit, if you got | |
Yuk in your mouth | |
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your mouth? | |
Niggaz ridin' | |
Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house | |
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south | |
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in | |
Germany, burnin' weed | |
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin' | |
Allways performin' like | |
Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as steel | |
I'm real, like | |
Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills | |
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, | |
I drill But all you muthafuckaz, | |
I'm the illest nigga, | |
I feel Fuck a record deal, the game is fake | |
My nigga Coolio said "Fuck 'em", start sayin' names and dates | |
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder" | |
This time, my shit hit like thunder, in the | |
Hummer, nigga, the | |
MOB took me under | |
Try'na be mack niggaz, stay your ass in | |
Atlanta Old ass rappers, make | |
Oakland look bad like | |
Hammer Niggaz dissin | |
Yuk, sayin' they don't like my shit | |
Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my shit" | |
Ain't that a bitch? [Chorus] | |
Thug Lords | |
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga (Bust Yours) | |
All of my niggaz, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords) | |
The nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours) | |
Them niggaz (Want War) [Verse 2] | |
If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em | |
And if them niggaz ain't down wit the | |
Regime, fuck 'em, | |
I rush 'em | |
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, | |
I never loved 'em | |
I never trust them, nigga | |
I crush 'em, old antiques | |
I dust 'em | |
And fuck 'em off in the game like so | |
Nobody _____, fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro | |
My main objective: "Take this bitch over" | |
They gon make me vice president before this bitch over | |
Beware of the | |
Ayatolla, come and shut you down | |
Make you exit out of town, who got the best shit now? | |
Nigga, you know your ass was in | |
Tha Row, what side you on? | |
That's why | |
I'm doin' my next song with | |
Eightball and | |
Bone Bitch, (ha ha ha ha) | |
Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes) |
zuo qu : Ellis, Vest | |
Chorus Thug | |
Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga Bust Yours | |
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the Thug Lords | |
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga Bust Yours | |
Them niggaz Want War Verse 1 | |
I' m glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it | |
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven | |
J., you better tell these fuckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted | |
Even your fuckin ______, get detted | |
Fake ass synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded | |
Styles pathetic, | |
I move to | |
Texas, take all your letice | |
I got a sixmillion dollar fetish, that' s what it takes to build me | |
I know you wish some niggaz peel me, and drill me | |
You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me | |
Fill me ' til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me | |
Spot a nigga out like | |
Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me | |
My spare time, | |
I rhyme, drink | |
Remy, load up the semi | |
I was born to slap the shit out of macks, take their bitch | |
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique | |
A smilie face ain' t shit, if you got | |
Yuk in your mouth | |
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your mouth? | |
Niggaz ridin' | |
Bentley' s, your artist stuck in the house | |
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south | |
I' m weighed out, niggaz some where in | |
Germany, burnin' weed | |
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin' | |
Allways performin' like | |
Laryn Hill, my shit' s sore as steel | |
I' m real, like | |
Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills | |
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, | |
I drill But all you muthafuckaz, | |
I' m the illest nigga, | |
I feel Fuck a record deal, the game is fake | |
My nigga Coolio said " Fuck ' em", start sayin' names and dates | |
Make ' em hate the " One Hit Wonder" | |
This time, my shit hit like thunder, in the | |
Hummer, nigga, the | |
MOB took me under | |
Try' na be mack niggaz, stay your ass in | |
Atlanta Old ass rappers, make | |
Oakland look bad like | |
Hammer Niggaz dissin | |
Yuk, sayin' they don' t like my shit | |
Then turn around and say " Yuk, help me write my shit" | |
Ain' t that a bitch? Chorus | |
Thug Lords | |
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga Bust Yours | |
All of my niggaz, they down to ride for the Thug Lords | |
The nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga Bust Yours | |
Them niggaz Want War Verse 2 | |
If them niggaz ain' t down wit gettin' cream, fuck ' em | |
And if them niggaz ain' t down wit the | |
Regime, fuck ' em, | |
I rush ' em | |
Aim at their limosine, buck ' em, | |
I never loved ' em | |
I never trust them, nigga | |
I crush ' em, old antiques | |
I dust ' em | |
And fuck ' em off in the game like so | |
Nobody _____, fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro | |
My main objective: " Take this bitch over" | |
They gon make me vice president before this bitch over | |
Beware of the | |
Ayatolla, come and shut you down | |
Make you exit out of town, who got the best shit now? | |
Nigga, you know your ass was in | |
Tha Row, what side you on? | |
That' s why | |
I' m doin' my next song with | |
Eightball and | |
Bone Bitch, ha ha ha ha | |
Thug Lord ha ha ha, yes |
zuò qǔ : Ellis, Vest | |
Chorus Thug | |
Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga Bust Yours | |
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the Thug Lords | |
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga Bust Yours | |
Them niggaz Want War Verse 1 | |
I' m glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it | |
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven | |
J., you better tell these fuckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted | |
Even your fuckin ______, get detted | |
Fake ass synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded | |
Styles pathetic, | |
I move to | |
Texas, take all your letice | |
I got a sixmillion dollar fetish, that' s what it takes to build me | |
I know you wish some niggaz peel me, and drill me | |
You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me | |
Fill me ' til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me | |
Spot a nigga out like | |
Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me | |
My spare time, | |
I rhyme, drink | |
Remy, load up the semi | |
I was born to slap the shit out of macks, take their bitch | |
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique | |
A smilie face ain' t shit, if you got | |
Yuk in your mouth | |
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your mouth? | |
Niggaz ridin' | |
Bentley' s, your artist stuck in the house | |
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south | |
I' m weighed out, niggaz some where in | |
Germany, burnin' weed | |
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin' | |
Allways performin' like | |
Laryn Hill, my shit' s sore as steel | |
I' m real, like | |
Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills | |
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, | |
I drill But all you muthafuckaz, | |
I' m the illest nigga, | |
I feel Fuck a record deal, the game is fake | |
My nigga Coolio said " Fuck ' em", start sayin' names and dates | |
Make ' em hate the " One Hit Wonder" | |
This time, my shit hit like thunder, in the | |
Hummer, nigga, the | |
MOB took me under | |
Try' na be mack niggaz, stay your ass in | |
Atlanta Old ass rappers, make | |
Oakland look bad like | |
Hammer Niggaz dissin | |
Yuk, sayin' they don' t like my shit | |
Then turn around and say " Yuk, help me write my shit" | |
Ain' t that a bitch? Chorus | |
Thug Lords | |
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga Bust Yours | |
All of my niggaz, they down to ride for the Thug Lords | |
The nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga Bust Yours | |
Them niggaz Want War Verse 2 | |
If them niggaz ain' t down wit gettin' cream, fuck ' em | |
And if them niggaz ain' t down wit the | |
Regime, fuck ' em, | |
I rush ' em | |
Aim at their limosine, buck ' em, | |
I never loved ' em | |
I never trust them, nigga | |
I crush ' em, old antiques | |
I dust ' em | |
And fuck ' em off in the game like so | |
Nobody _____, fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro | |
My main objective: " Take this bitch over" | |
They gon make me vice president before this bitch over | |
Beware of the | |
Ayatolla, come and shut you down | |
Make you exit out of town, who got the best shit now? | |
Nigga, you know your ass was in | |
Tha Row, what side you on? | |
That' s why | |
I' m doin' my next song with | |
Eightball and | |
Bone Bitch, ha ha ha ha | |
Thug Lord ha ha ha, yes |