歌曲 | Thatz What I Said |
歌手 | Brotha Lynch Hung |
专辑 | Loaded |
作词 : Loki | |
(lynch): | |
Now I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed | |
Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' | |
Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap | |
As I creep away in the black cadillac | |
'cause you know I got shit to do | |
Fake id, 'cause I been murderin' muthaf**kas like hiv | |
As I creep real slow through your blood vessels | |
Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you | |
Now I'm stressed with the smith & wess | |
My music career ain't been the best | |
Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress | |
Bitch make my money right | |
Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes | |
Then I'm smashin' through the night, mozzaradi with cauz | |
He hittin' corners hella tight | |
Nigga you know I'm right | |
My momma taught me, nigga don't give a f**k | |
And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up | |
That's what said | |
(loki): | |
I'm high up off the hocus poucus | |
My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthaf**kas know this | |
I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade | |
And hand you the pineapple and say here muthaf**ka, hold this | |
Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo | |
We seein' alibi's provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin' | |
Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit | |
See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter | |
Blowin' muthaf**kas into smithers | |
Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses | |
Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines | |
Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited | |
I mean we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean | |
I seen war machines and street marines | |
Dirty nina's in the hands of ghetto fiends | |
I'm caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams | |
I got schemes with black berets and get away like o.j., clean | |
The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16 | |
You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage | |
While elections play with the public's rage | |
F**k those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives through the shit we done | |
And then say that we ain't right | |
That's what I said | |
(lynch): | |
Black pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em | |
Hafta buy a pit a week 'cause gone eatin' | |
Off that mad dog 20/20 I'm bout to take my money | |
Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage | |
Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast | |
It's almost 20g, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash | |
D-dub around the corner in the impala | |
Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her | |
Beta, stand look out by the liquor store | |
Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe | |
Time's murder so I'm time plottin' | |
Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin' | |
'cause I'm aggressive like a wolverine | |
Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline | |
Hot out your worstest dream | |
Then it all adds up to sittin' in hawaii | |
With a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff | |
That's what I said |
zuò cí : Loki | |
lynch: | |
Now I' m the type of nigga that' ll leave a horse head in ya bed | |
Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' | |
Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap | |
As I creep away in the black cadillac | |
' cause you know I got shit to do | |
Fake id, ' cause I been murderin' muthaf kas like hiv | |
As I creep real slow through your blood vessels | |
Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you | |
Now I' m stressed with the smith wess | |
My music career ain' t been the best | |
Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress | |
Bitch make my money right | |
Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes | |
Then I' m smashin' through the night, mozzaradi with cauz | |
He hittin' corners hella tight | |
Nigga you know I' m right | |
My momma taught me, nigga don' t give a f k | |
And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up | |
That' s what said | |
loki: | |
I' m high up off the hocus poucus | |
My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthaf kas know this | |
I' m quick to pull the pin up out the grenade | |
And hand you the pineapple and say here muthaf ka, hold this | |
Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the momo | |
We seein' alibi' s provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin' | |
Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit | |
See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter | |
Blowin' muthaf kas into smithers | |
Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses | |
Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines | |
Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited | |
I mean we got the v8 for your gangsta lean | |
I seen war machines and street marines | |
Dirty nina' s in the hands of ghetto fiends | |
I' m caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams | |
I got schemes with black berets and get away like o. j., clean | |
The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16 | |
You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage | |
While elections play with the public' s rage | |
F k those who criticize, let ' em lead their lives through the shit we done | |
And then say that we ain' t right | |
That' s what I said | |
lynch: | |
Black pits in the backyard, I don' t feed ' em | |
Hafta buy a pit a week ' cause gone eatin' | |
Off that mad dog 20 20 I' m bout to take my money | |
Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage | |
Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast | |
It' s almost 20g, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash | |
Ddub around the corner in the impala | |
Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her | |
Beta, stand look out by the liquor store | |
Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe | |
Time' s murder so I' m time plottin' | |
Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin' | |
' cause I' m aggressive like a wolverine | |
Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline | |
Hot out your worstest dream | |
Then it all adds up to sittin' in hawaii | |
With a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff | |
That' s what I said |