Flow On (Move Me No Mountain) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Flow On (Move Me No Mountain) |
| 歌手 | Above the Law |
| 专辑 | Livin' Like Hustlers |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ragovoy, Schroeder | |
| Hey yo, check this out, y'all | |
| Since we almost at the last song | |
| Won't y'all kick some of that fly-ass gangsta shit? | |
| [KM.G] | |
| Alright | |
| Once again, a black nigga named KM.G | |
| And now it's time to drop some real pimpin shit | |
| Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers | |
| Comin from U.S.C. | |
| For those that don't know | |
| That's the University of South Central | |
| So bless the 40oz. | |
| Cautse his is somethin to jump on | |
| Why, you can drink whatever | |
| Like I said before, ain't nothin changed but the weather | |
| 'bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers | |
| Hustlers beyond control | |
| Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes | |
| We was there when the pimpin shit was put down | |
| Yo, 187 | |
| (What's up, man?) | |
| Yo, this shit is flowin | |
| (Mutha****in right, it is) | |
| Yeah, let's take our time and do it the way a player would | |
| (Alright) | |
| Okay! | |
| [VERSE 1: Cold 187um & KM.G] | |
| Here we go, flowin on and on | |
| What's this we're doin so well? That's the name of the song | |
| Let's break it down, we're rollin nationally, clockin hoes | |
| Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes | |
| We don't need em, we know too many backstabbers now | |
| In our face they say they're with it, behind they back they put us down | |
| And try to clown a player like me, 187 from 'Mona | |
| And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners | |
| I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L.A. | |
| We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey | |
| They sayin, "What's up, gees, tell me what's happenin | |
| I heard you're clockin dollars, but you're still out there rappin" | |
| You should know, it's my cash flow, now I'm just hangin | |
| With these beats called dope and these rhymes that I'm slingin | |
| That are so fly, we can't deny, we must reply | |
| If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high | |
| Off this shit, it's so legit, label it Chronic | |
| Cause if our rhymes was a robot, they'd all be Bionic | |
| Get up and get with it, if not, we feel we're owin | |
| Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin | |
| [Cold 187um] | |
| Yo KM.G, I think we got em locked on | |
| See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player | |
| So we gon' do the next one like this, man | |
| [VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G] | |
| People say we have such strange vocabulary | |
| To find these words you need a underground dictionary | |
| Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge | |
| And to get this, boy, you see, you can't go to college | |
| Now see, you gotta be around when the shit goes down | |
| Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down | |
| Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar's | |
| Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers | |
| That's why we got this rule: first come, first served | |
| And if you don't know the meaning, just listen to the words | |
| I'm sayin, I don't be playin when I'm housin the scene | |
| I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend | |
| But I take them off, it's just because I'm scrappin | |
| But I put em back on as I commence to rappin | |
| Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid | |
| Take a bitch to the mote, then get laid | |
| Send her home with a smile, cause it's worth her while | |
| She's to the homies how she did it and she went the mile | |
| I'm talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand | |
| Cause I'm a playin mutha****a and I'm in demand | |
| So flow on | |
| [KM.G] | |
| See | |
| Untouchable players in effect | |
| Makin all the big pay-offs | |
| Callin all the shots | |
| Ballin | |
| Punishin punk mutha****as on the 12-gauges | |
| I call on K-oss | |
| Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners | |
| Dopeness jumpin off | |
| Gots to be platinum-bound | |
| O.G. G-O, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer | |
| A double-dose of the mega-flex | |
| Like all you gees that think you're niggas with attitudes | |
| You ain't got it like that | |
| Cause Ruthless done fixed that | |
| (Hey yo, what happened to peace?) | |
| **** peace | |
| I'm outta here |
| zuo ci : Ragovoy, Schroeder | |
| Hey yo, check this out, y' all | |
| Since we almost at the last song | |
| Won' t y' all kick some of that flyass gangsta shit? | |
| KM. G | |
| Alright | |
| Once again, a black nigga named KM. G | |
| And now it' s time to drop some real pimpin shit | |
| Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers | |
| Comin from U. S. C. | |
| For those that don' t know | |
| That' s the University of South Central | |
| So bless the 40oz. | |
| Cautse his is somethin to jump on | |
| Why, you can drink whatever | |
| Like I said before, ain' t nothin changed but the weather | |
| ' bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers | |
| Hustlers beyond control | |
| Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes | |
| We was there when the pimpin shit was put down | |
| Yo, 187 | |
| What' s up, man? | |
| Yo, this shit is flowin | |
| Mutha in right, it is | |
| Yeah, let' s take our time and do it the way a player would | |
| Alright | |
| Okay! | |
| VERSE 1: Cold 187um KM. G | |
| Here we go, flowin on and on | |
| What' s this we' re doin so well? That' s the name of the song | |
| Let' s break it down, we' re rollin nationally, clockin hoes | |
| Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes | |
| We don' t need em, we know too many backstabbers now | |
| In our face they say they' re with it, behind they back they put us down | |
| And try to clown a player like me, 187 from ' Mona | |
| And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners | |
| I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L. A. | |
| We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey | |
| They sayin, " What' s up, gees, tell me what' s happenin | |
| I heard you' re clockin dollars, but you' re still out there rappin" | |
| You should know, it' s my cash flow, now I' m just hangin | |
| With these beats called dope and these rhymes that I' m slingin | |
| That are so fly, we can' t deny, we must reply | |
| If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high | |
| Off this shit, it' s so legit, label it Chronic | |
| Cause if our rhymes was a robot, they' d all be Bionic | |
| Get up and get with it, if not, we feel we' re owin | |
| Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin | |
| Cold 187um | |
| Yo KM. G, I think we got em locked on | |
| See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player | |
| So we gon' do the next one like this, man | |
| VERSE 2: Cold 187um KM. G | |
| People say we have such strange vocabulary | |
| To find these words you need a underground dictionary | |
| Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge | |
| And to get this, boy, you see, you can' t go to college | |
| Now see, you gotta be around when the shit goes down | |
| Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down | |
| Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar' s | |
| Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers | |
| That' s why we got this rule: first come, first served | |
| And if you don' t know the meaning, just listen to the words | |
| I' m sayin, I don' t be playin when I' m housin the scene | |
| I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend | |
| But I take them off, it' s just because I' m scrappin | |
| But I put em back on as I commence to rappin | |
| Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid | |
| Take a bitch to the mote, then get laid | |
| Send her home with a smile, cause it' s worth her while | |
| She' s to the homies how she did it and she went the mile | |
| I' m talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand | |
| Cause I' m a playin mutha a and I' m in demand | |
| So flow on | |
| KM. G | |
| See | |
| Untouchable players in effect | |
| Makin all the big payoffs | |
| Callin all the shots | |
| Ballin | |
| Punishin punk mutha as on the 12gauges | |
| I call on Koss | |
| Knowledge Over SuckerSpinners | |
| Dopeness jumpin off | |
| Gots to be platinumbound | |
| O. G. GO, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer | |
| A doubledose of the megaflex | |
| Like all you gees that think you' re niggas with attitudes | |
| You ain' t got it like that | |
| Cause Ruthless done fixed that | |
| Hey yo, what happened to peace? | |
| peace | |
| I' m outta here |
| zuò cí : Ragovoy, Schroeder | |
| Hey yo, check this out, y' all | |
| Since we almost at the last song | |
| Won' t y' all kick some of that flyass gangsta shit? | |
| KM. G | |
| Alright | |
| Once again, a black nigga named KM. G | |
| And now it' s time to drop some real pimpin shit | |
| Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers | |
| Comin from U. S. C. | |
| For those that don' t know | |
| That' s the University of South Central | |
| So bless the 40oz. | |
| Cautse his is somethin to jump on | |
| Why, you can drink whatever | |
| Like I said before, ain' t nothin changed but the weather | |
| ' bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers | |
| Hustlers beyond control | |
| Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes | |
| We was there when the pimpin shit was put down | |
| Yo, 187 | |
| What' s up, man? | |
| Yo, this shit is flowin | |
| Mutha in right, it is | |
| Yeah, let' s take our time and do it the way a player would | |
| Alright | |
| Okay! | |
| VERSE 1: Cold 187um KM. G | |
| Here we go, flowin on and on | |
| What' s this we' re doin so well? That' s the name of the song | |
| Let' s break it down, we' re rollin nationally, clockin hoes | |
| Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes | |
| We don' t need em, we know too many backstabbers now | |
| In our face they say they' re with it, behind they back they put us down | |
| And try to clown a player like me, 187 from ' Mona | |
| And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners | |
| I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L. A. | |
| We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey | |
| They sayin, " What' s up, gees, tell me what' s happenin | |
| I heard you' re clockin dollars, but you' re still out there rappin" | |
| You should know, it' s my cash flow, now I' m just hangin | |
| With these beats called dope and these rhymes that I' m slingin | |
| That are so fly, we can' t deny, we must reply | |
| If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high | |
| Off this shit, it' s so legit, label it Chronic | |
| Cause if our rhymes was a robot, they' d all be Bionic | |
| Get up and get with it, if not, we feel we' re owin | |
| Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin | |
| Cold 187um | |
| Yo KM. G, I think we got em locked on | |
| See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player | |
| So we gon' do the next one like this, man | |
| VERSE 2: Cold 187um KM. G | |
| People say we have such strange vocabulary | |
| To find these words you need a underground dictionary | |
| Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge | |
| And to get this, boy, you see, you can' t go to college | |
| Now see, you gotta be around when the shit goes down | |
| Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down | |
| Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar' s | |
| Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers | |
| That' s why we got this rule: first come, first served | |
| And if you don' t know the meaning, just listen to the words | |
| I' m sayin, I don' t be playin when I' m housin the scene | |
| I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend | |
| But I take them off, it' s just because I' m scrappin | |
| But I put em back on as I commence to rappin | |
| Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid | |
| Take a bitch to the mote, then get laid | |
| Send her home with a smile, cause it' s worth her while | |
| She' s to the homies how she did it and she went the mile | |
| I' m talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand | |
| Cause I' m a playin mutha a and I' m in demand | |
| So flow on | |
| KM. G | |
| See | |
| Untouchable players in effect | |
| Makin all the big payoffs | |
| Callin all the shots | |
| Ballin | |
| Punishin punk mutha as on the 12gauges | |
| I call on Koss | |
| Knowledge Over SuckerSpinners | |
| Dopeness jumpin off | |
| Gots to be platinumbound | |
| O. G. GO, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer | |
| A doubledose of the megaflex | |
| Like all you gees that think you' re niggas with attitudes | |
| You ain' t got it like that | |
| Cause Ruthless done fixed that | |
| Hey yo, what happened to peace? | |
| peace | |
| I' m outta here |
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