歌曲 | Find That |
歌手 | The Beatnuts |
专辑 | Stone Crazy |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fernandez, Tineo | |
Psycho les: | |
Step in my pride again balloons you're swallowin' | |
Importin' it transportin' it | |
Through metal detectors no one's followin' | |
Coast is clear from the east coast to south america, medellin | |
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean | |
As i whistle you get hit by a missle | |
While you're eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol | |
You's a beginner, at this | |
You need practice | |
My label put doe on the table | |
For me to whack kids | |
I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em | |
Daily routine my product bring new fiends | |
From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias | |
Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it | |
Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it | |
I give it to you raw out the speaker | |
While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper | |
Dustin' i be outdoors hustlin' | |
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs | |
Niggas don't pay (what you do?) i brake legs | |
Snap necks shoot off techs do like the irs | |
And reposes your fuckin' lex | |
Talking: | |
Yo where the fuck my car? (ah man you don't understand) | |
What?! (t.n.t. rolled up) what? aahhh i'm out. | |
Juju: | |
Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known | |
Mics torchin' mc's who intersect my zone | |
It's the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker | |
Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker | |
Muder when i slip into hysteria mode | |
As i rise to terrorize every area code | |
Junkyard like a crook in the night | |
I want mines i take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic | |
Now give me my loot and no stories | |
Excuses just bore me so nigga don't try to reassure me | |
Here's the plan you need to have my money on hand | |
If you don't then you gon die where you stand | |
Surprise i'm never lettin' shit slide by | |
Nigga either you gon come correct or you die | |
So if you owe me money better find that shit | |
Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit | |
Hook: | |
If you owe me money better find that shit | |
Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit | |
Juju: | |
It's the hard little pistol packin' | |
Money stackin' super down low never know | |
Honey mackin' | |
Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever | |
Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together | |
React like a cat always elude danger | |
Cause i ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger | |
The rearranger of beats and baselines | |
It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time | |
Psycho les: | |
Nypd lookin' for me knockin' at 1g | |
Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know | |
Where i'm at where i be what i'm doin' | |
How i'm livin' limo drivin' women screwin' | |
Up my stack comin' short i ain't havin' it | |
See that fat link on your neck? i'm grabbin' it | |
The clocks tickin' and i'm a time that shit | |
You got 24 hours to find that shit | |
If you owe money better find that shit | |
Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit | |
Hook |
zuo ci : Fernandez, Tineo | |
Psycho les: | |
Step in my pride again balloons you' re swallowin' | |
Importin' it transportin' it | |
Through metal detectors no one' s followin' | |
Coast is clear from the east coast to south america, medellin | |
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean | |
As i whistle you get hit by a missle | |
While you' re eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol | |
You' s a beginner, at this | |
You need practice | |
My label put doe on the table | |
For me to whack kids | |
I whack ' em body bag ' em trunk ' em | |
Daily routine my product bring new fiends | |
From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias | |
Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it | |
Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it | |
I give it to you raw out the speaker | |
While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper | |
Dustin' i be outdoors hustlin' | |
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs | |
Niggas don' t pay what you do? i brake legs | |
Snap necks shoot off techs do like the irs | |
And reposes your fuckin' lex | |
Talking: | |
Yo where the fuck my car? ah man you don' t understand | |
What?! t. n. t. rolled up what? aahhh i' m out. | |
Juju: | |
Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known | |
Mics torchin' mc' s who intersect my zone | |
It' s the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker | |
Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker | |
Muder when i slip into hysteria mode | |
As i rise to terrorize every area code | |
Junkyard like a crook in the night | |
I want mines i take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic | |
Now give me my loot and no stories | |
Excuses just bore me so nigga don' t try to reassure me | |
Here' s the plan you need to have my money on hand | |
If you don' t then you gon die where you stand | |
Surprise i' m never lettin' shit slide by | |
Nigga either you gon come correct or you die | |
So if you owe me money better find that shit | |
Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit | |
Hook: | |
If you owe me money better find that shit | |
Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit | |
Juju: | |
It' s the hard little pistol packin' | |
Money stackin' super down low never know | |
Honey mackin' | |
Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever | |
Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together | |
React like a cat always elude danger | |
Cause i ain' t never sold no drugs to no stranger | |
The rearranger of beats and baselines | |
It' s hardcore keepin' it raw e' ry time | |
Psycho les: | |
Nypd lookin' for me knockin' at 1g | |
Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know | |
Where i' m at where i be what i' m doin' | |
How i' m livin' limo drivin' women screwin' | |
Up my stack comin' short i ain' t havin' it | |
See that fat link on your neck? i' m grabbin' it | |
The clocks tickin' and i' m a time that shit | |
You got 24 hours to find that shit | |
If you owe money better find that shit | |
Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit | |
Hook |
zuò cí : Fernandez, Tineo | |
Psycho les: | |
Step in my pride again balloons you' re swallowin' | |
Importin' it transportin' it | |
Through metal detectors no one' s followin' | |
Coast is clear from the east coast to south america, medellin | |
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean | |
As i whistle you get hit by a missle | |
While you' re eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol | |
You' s a beginner, at this | |
You need practice | |
My label put doe on the table | |
For me to whack kids | |
I whack ' em body bag ' em trunk ' em | |
Daily routine my product bring new fiends | |
From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias | |
Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it | |
Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it | |
I give it to you raw out the speaker | |
While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper | |
Dustin' i be outdoors hustlin' | |
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs | |
Niggas don' t pay what you do? i brake legs | |
Snap necks shoot off techs do like the irs | |
And reposes your fuckin' lex | |
Talking: | |
Yo where the fuck my car? ah man you don' t understand | |
What?! t. n. t. rolled up what? aahhh i' m out. | |
Juju: | |
Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known | |
Mics torchin' mc' s who intersect my zone | |
It' s the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker | |
Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker | |
Muder when i slip into hysteria mode | |
As i rise to terrorize every area code | |
Junkyard like a crook in the night | |
I want mines i take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic | |
Now give me my loot and no stories | |
Excuses just bore me so nigga don' t try to reassure me | |
Here' s the plan you need to have my money on hand | |
If you don' t then you gon die where you stand | |
Surprise i' m never lettin' shit slide by | |
Nigga either you gon come correct or you die | |
So if you owe me money better find that shit | |
Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit | |
Hook: | |
If you owe me money better find that shit | |
Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit | |
Juju: | |
It' s the hard little pistol packin' | |
Money stackin' super down low never know | |
Honey mackin' | |
Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever | |
Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together | |
React like a cat always elude danger | |
Cause i ain' t never sold no drugs to no stranger | |
The rearranger of beats and baselines | |
It' s hardcore keepin' it raw e' ry time | |
Psycho les: | |
Nypd lookin' for me knockin' at 1g | |
Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know | |
Where i' m at where i be what i' m doin' | |
How i' m livin' limo drivin' women screwin' | |
Up my stack comin' short i ain' t havin' it | |
See that fat link on your neck? i' m grabbin' it | |
The clocks tickin' and i' m a time that shit | |
You got 24 hours to find that shit | |
If you owe money better find that shit | |
Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit | |
Hook |