Pin the Tail on the Donkey 歌词
| 歌曲 | Pin the Tail on the Donkey |
| 歌手 | Naughty by Nature |
| 专辑 | Naughty by Nature |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Criss, Gist ... | |
| Oh finally, finally(Here we are) | |
| And for good, are the three, follow me(It ain't far) | |
| Even though if it was, you could make it to the start | |
| The enemies, do you know who they are?(There they are) | |
| A devil with the dorags be walkin', now | |
| I had it up to there | |
| Oh yeah, that's the last straw(The Nature's back for)[Unverified] | |
| Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor | |
| It's a new day to play with a neighbour | |
| Freeze the | |
| MC's that wanna see thee | |
| By now Naughty | |
| By Nature by me | |
| They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged | |
| Dump the last of the matinee, 'cos they couldn't stand the damn rain | |
| The pain's the same, the game remains mine | |
| I got more hooks than a fish line | |
| Bite the head off a snake | |
| Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face make way(Move) | |
| Who are you to test me? | |
| I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me | |
| Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a thought(The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought) | |
| Damn real | |
| B rock, get fienin', spunky | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey[Unverified] | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go | |
| I do more poppin' than a blockhead, wreck the wax-heads, | |
| I'm fed(Go ahead, you retired tack-head) | |
| Back to the fact of the track witta new thought | |
| You couldn't smoke butts witta match and a | |
| NewportHere we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know it's in(Def play like Poppa Simpson) | |
| KayGee's on the slice, can he coclean? | |
| Doin' more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend | |
| Go knock the blocks off, get your props off | |
| But don't cop off, cop out, and | |
| I'll cuts off | |
| Another renegade of rap will stop that | |
| I'm more feared than a | |
| Sugar Hill contract | |
| I'm known for | |
| Lettin' The | |
| Hos Go, my demo's all flow | |
| When cursin' was a nono, you dodo | |
| Give it up cos | |
| I'm hot witta warm hate | |
| I won't stop, pop, 'til that head is screwed on straight | |
| I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone | |
| The only thing | |
| I take is the 8 to the path home | |
| And I take you all the way to the north stop | |
| Your style's more foul than a pork chop | |
| I rock the hip-hop, nonstop ticktock | |
| Around the big clock, witta spot, ticktock | |
| Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean jack(Chill) | |
| To a brother from down the hill | |
| Back track with a rap that remains funky(Hmm, and it's ugh) | |
| Back in the day, y'all, | |
| I played with playdough | |
| The dough is real now, and dildo's feel how | |
| A starvin' hungry | |
| MC gets when | |
| MC [unverified] your own is the big sin | |
| I'm starvin' up, it's time ta, call them up, yup | |
| Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and cook the duck | |
| Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet | |
| And feel the threat of a real life roughneck | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey[Unverified](Check check, where you, where you at, at?) | |
| That another best will need a hard vest for this head check)(What? There's another, Treach?) | |
| That's what | |
| I heard, yep | |
| Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest | |
| I never knew a nigga really wanted to die | |
| Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eye-to-eye, then | |
| IKnew he was truly thru, dumb plus the one | |
| To meet the mighty one, call a bad one | |
| I rhyme about what | |
| I want to, microphone 12 | |
| You're doin' like [unverified] then a bomb do | |
| The MC of | |
| RHP to L double ok | |
| At, in the ninetie, or watch me | |
| SCAnd I might top to step to a sexy | |
| Fancy, prancy and dancy | |
| No cosmo stomp, her's the true form | |
| Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn | |
| Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya | |
| Lookin' in nearer, 'cos | |
| I don't fear ya | |
| Some get too souped to the point | |
| Where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru | |
| Always wanted a guy to come and try | |
| To get sly and try ta, get by my | |
| Hideous, treacherous style that's wreckin' it | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey | |
| What the [unverified] | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo? | |
| What happened? | |
| It's like that? | |
| We gon' rush you again | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go |
| zuo ci : Brown, Criss, Gist ... | |
| Oh finally, finally Here we are | |
| And for good, are the three, follow me It ain' t far | |
| Even though if it was, you could make it to the start | |
| The enemies, do you know who they are? There they are | |
| A devil with the dorags be walkin', now | |
| I had it up to there | |
| Oh yeah, that' s the last straw The Nature' s back for Unverified | |
| Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor | |
| It' s a new day to play with a neighbour | |
| Freeze the | |
| MC' s that wanna see thee | |
| By now Naughty | |
| By Nature by me | |
| They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged | |
| Dump the last of the matinee, ' cos they couldn' t stand the damn rain | |
| The pain' s the same, the game remains mine | |
| I got more hooks than a fish line | |
| Bite the head off a snake | |
| Chew up from the first to last break and shoot ' em in the face make way Move | |
| Who are you to test me? | |
| I seen your last porno flick, it ain' t impress me | |
| Wassup? Cuddle sport, here' s a thought The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought | |
| Damn real | |
| B rock, get fienin', spunky | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey Unverified | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go | |
| I do more poppin' than a blockhead, wreck the waxheads, | |
| I' m fed Go ahead, you retired tackhead | |
| Back to the fact of the track witta new thought | |
| You couldn' t smoke butts witta match and a | |
| NewportHere we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know it' s in Def play like Poppa Simpson | |
| KayGee' s on the slice, can he coclean? | |
| Doin' more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend | |
| Go knock the blocks off, get your props off | |
| But don' t cop off, cop out, and | |
| I' ll cuts off | |
| Another renegade of rap will stop that | |
| I' m more feared than a | |
| Sugar Hill contract | |
| I' m known for | |
| Lettin' The | |
| Hos Go, my demo' s all flow | |
| When cursin' was a nono, you dodo | |
| Give it up cos | |
| I' m hot witta warm hate | |
| I won' t stop, pop, ' til that head is screwed on straight | |
| I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone | |
| The only thing | |
| I take is the 8 to the path home | |
| And I take you all the way to the north stop | |
| Your style' s more foul than a pork chop | |
| I rock the hiphop, nonstop ticktock | |
| Around the big clock, witta spot, ticktock | |
| Pin the tail on the jackass, it don' t mean jack Chill | |
| To a brother from down the hill | |
| Back track with a rap that remains funky Hmm, and it' s ugh | |
| Back in the day, y' all, | |
| I played with playdough | |
| The dough is real now, and dildo' s feel how | |
| A starvin' hungry | |
| MC gets when | |
| MC unverified your own is the big sin | |
| I' m starvin' up, it' s time ta, call them up, yup | |
| Get ' em and cut ' em up, stuff ' em and cook the duck | |
| Tough luck, tell ' em to shut up and jet | |
| And feel the threat of a real life roughneck | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey Unverified Check check, where you, where you at, at? | |
| That another best will need a hard vest for this head check What? There' s another, Treach? | |
| That' s what | |
| I heard, yep | |
| Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest | |
| I never knew a nigga really wanted to die | |
| Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eyetoeye, then | |
| IKnew he was truly thru, dumb plus the one | |
| To meet the mighty one, call a bad one | |
| I rhyme about what | |
| I want to, microphone 12 | |
| You' re doin' like unverified then a bomb do | |
| The MC of | |
| RHP to L double ok | |
| At, in the ninetie, or watch me | |
| SCAnd I might top to step to a sexy | |
| Fancy, prancy and dancy | |
| No cosmo stomp, her' s the true form | |
| Style' s so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn | |
| Here' s a clearer mirror, dear ya | |
| Lookin' in nearer, ' cos | |
| I don' t fear ya | |
| Some get too souped to the point | |
| Where it' s still too thick but still lick thru and thru | |
| Always wanted a guy to come and try | |
| To get sly and try ta, get by my | |
| Hideous, treacherous style that' s wreckin' it | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey | |
| What the unverified | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo? | |
| What happened? | |
| It' s like that? | |
| We gon' rush you again | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go |
| zuò cí : Brown, Criss, Gist ... | |
| Oh finally, finally Here we are | |
| And for good, are the three, follow me It ain' t far | |
| Even though if it was, you could make it to the start | |
| The enemies, do you know who they are? There they are | |
| A devil with the dorags be walkin', now | |
| I had it up to there | |
| Oh yeah, that' s the last straw The Nature' s back for Unverified | |
| Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor | |
| It' s a new day to play with a neighbour | |
| Freeze the | |
| MC' s that wanna see thee | |
| By now Naughty | |
| By Nature by me | |
| They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged | |
| Dump the last of the matinee, ' cos they couldn' t stand the damn rain | |
| The pain' s the same, the game remains mine | |
| I got more hooks than a fish line | |
| Bite the head off a snake | |
| Chew up from the first to last break and shoot ' em in the face make way Move | |
| Who are you to test me? | |
| I seen your last porno flick, it ain' t impress me | |
| Wassup? Cuddle sport, here' s a thought The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought | |
| Damn real | |
| B rock, get fienin', spunky | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey Unverified | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go | |
| I do more poppin' than a blockhead, wreck the waxheads, | |
| I' m fed Go ahead, you retired tackhead | |
| Back to the fact of the track witta new thought | |
| You couldn' t smoke butts witta match and a | |
| NewportHere we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know it' s in Def play like Poppa Simpson | |
| KayGee' s on the slice, can he coclean? | |
| Doin' more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend | |
| Go knock the blocks off, get your props off | |
| But don' t cop off, cop out, and | |
| I' ll cuts off | |
| Another renegade of rap will stop that | |
| I' m more feared than a | |
| Sugar Hill contract | |
| I' m known for | |
| Lettin' The | |
| Hos Go, my demo' s all flow | |
| When cursin' was a nono, you dodo | |
| Give it up cos | |
| I' m hot witta warm hate | |
| I won' t stop, pop, ' til that head is screwed on straight | |
| I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone | |
| The only thing | |
| I take is the 8 to the path home | |
| And I take you all the way to the north stop | |
| Your style' s more foul than a pork chop | |
| I rock the hiphop, nonstop ticktock | |
| Around the big clock, witta spot, ticktock | |
| Pin the tail on the jackass, it don' t mean jack Chill | |
| To a brother from down the hill | |
| Back track with a rap that remains funky Hmm, and it' s ugh | |
| Back in the day, y' all, | |
| I played with playdough | |
| The dough is real now, and dildo' s feel how | |
| A starvin' hungry | |
| MC gets when | |
| MC unverified your own is the big sin | |
| I' m starvin' up, it' s time ta, call them up, yup | |
| Get ' em and cut ' em up, stuff ' em and cook the duck | |
| Tough luck, tell ' em to shut up and jet | |
| And feel the threat of a real life roughneck | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey Unverified Check check, where you, where you at, at? | |
| That another best will need a hard vest for this head check What? There' s another, Treach? | |
| That' s what | |
| I heard, yep | |
| Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest | |
| I never knew a nigga really wanted to die | |
| Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eyetoeye, then | |
| IKnew he was truly thru, dumb plus the one | |
| To meet the mighty one, call a bad one | |
| I rhyme about what | |
| I want to, microphone 12 | |
| You' re doin' like unverified then a bomb do | |
| The MC of | |
| RHP to L double ok | |
| At, in the ninetie, or watch me | |
| SCAnd I might top to step to a sexy | |
| Fancy, prancy and dancy | |
| No cosmo stomp, her' s the true form | |
| Style' s so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn | |
| Here' s a clearer mirror, dear ya | |
| Lookin' in nearer, ' cos | |
| I don' t fear ya | |
| Some get too souped to the point | |
| Where it' s still too thick but still lick thru and thru | |
| Always wanted a guy to come and try | |
| To get sly and try ta, get by my | |
| Hideous, treacherous style that' s wreckin' it | |
| Pin the tail on the donkey | |
| What the unverified | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo? | |
| What happened? | |
| It' s like that? | |
| We gon' rush you again | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go |
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