B-Boy 2000 - Explicit Album Version 歌词
| 歌曲 | B-Boy 2000 - Explicit Album Version |
| 歌手 | Crazy Town |
| 专辑 | The Gift Of Game |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Binzer, Epique, KRS One, Mazur ... | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| CXT KRS-One | |
| Boogie down, Crazy Town. | |
| CHORUS: | |
| I'm a bad ass B-Boy | |
| Two triple O. | |
| A space age hip-hop | |
| Superhero | |
| I rock the block with glocks | |
| And brass knuckles. | |
| A pocket full of weed | |
| And a B-Boy belt buckle. | |
| Space age rage | |
| To rattle your cage | |
| Running amok as we | |
| **** up the stage. | |
| Taking hip-hop to a whole new level. | |
| 8-0-8 bass over twisted metal. | |
| Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural. | |
| A mac with a pull. | |
| Act a fool. Excalibur | |
| Destroying M.C.'s with my | |
| Vocal algebra. | |
| We got something new for you. | |
| For you to take your ass and move it to. | |
| Hit to lose it to | |
| It's that crazy crew. | |
| Taking you on a ride to the | |
| Other side. | |
| Check it. | |
| Bar codes on freaks | |
| Programmed to freak mode. | |
| Black holes of lost souls, | |
| Let the story be told | |
| I rock a B-Boy stance | |
| Cuz it's time to explode. | |
| CHORUS | |
| If you ever want to know what time it is, | |
| Compared to what time it isn't, | |
| When you hear KRS in the house | |
| Just run and get our ticket. | |
| Because when you come into the jam, | |
| The party will be kickin'. | |
| All the wic wacs and DJ's in the house, | |
| Jealous, it gets so sickenin'. | |
| Now CXT are some cool guys, | |
| Still getting paid without no ties. | |
| At least no jack and I can't hack it. | |
| When you gonna ask the question why. | |
| I never liked working at Mickey D's, | |
| All my life I got B's and C's. | |
| Down with the crew called BDP | |
| Shifty, and E.P.I.C. | |
| Now when you be? | |
| CHORUS | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather 'round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather 'round the sound. | |
| It don't get better, gather | |
| 'Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather 'round the sound. | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather round the sound | |
| It don't get better, gather | |
| 'Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather round the sound. | |
| CHORUS | |
| I roll at light speed | |
| Through space and time | |
| With a boom box of beats | |
| And a book of rhymes. | |
| Cosmo kinetic. | |
| I just don't get it | |
| These fools want to rock | |
| But their rhymes are pathetic | |
| The Epic, digital bliss, | |
| The mega sound | |
| Consists of hard drive bits | |
| Written underground. | |
| Crazy Town rocks so hard, | |
| You'll go berserk | |
| With the sound that travels | |
| Around the universe. | |
| Ill thoughts disperse | |
| We're the first and last, | |
| High class, white trash, | |
| Rolling a classic hovercraft. | |
| In strange days, | |
| The wickedest ways | |
| Become the norm. | |
| But it's far from the norm | |
| When we perform. | |
| Check it. | |
| B-boys make some noise. | |
| Get connected. | |
| Respect it. | |
| You should expect the unexpected. | |
| B-girls reping at the front | |
| Of the show. | |
| I'm a bad ass b-boy two | |
| Triple O. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Dope thoughts come | |
| When I hear a kick drum | |
| A bass beat transforms | |
| The level of the street | |
| And the lyrics | |
| Boulevard status. | |
| Yo, I'm the baddest | |
| Beach front punks, | |
| They insist I'm the raddest | |
| Thing to ever hit since L.S.D. | |
| Hallucinate while I dominate. | |
| I bring Satan to the table. | |
| When I rock, there is not | |
| A label for it. | |
| Critics adore it. | |
| Homicidal as it gets. | |
| Your wrist slit | |
| When I make suicidal imprints | |
| On your brain. | |
| I induce pain, so I'm insane. | |
| Hell bent burnt you like acid rain. | |
| Extraordinarily, I lyricize, | |
| Specialize. | |
| In body rocking, rapping, | |
| And macking. | |
| Two triple O, I came to get down. | |
| With my clique Crazy Town. | |
| We came to get down. | |
| Yes, yes y'all | |
| We came to get down. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather 'round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather 'round the sound. | |
| It don't get better, gather | |
| 'Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather 'round the sound. | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather 'round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather 'round the sound | |
| It don't get better, gather | |
| 'Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather 'round the sound. | |
| CXT | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| This is the last trip. |
| zuo ci : Binzer, Epique, KRS One, Mazur ... | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| CXT KRSOne | |
| Boogie down, Crazy Town. | |
| CHORUS: | |
| I' m a bad ass BBoy | |
| Two triple O. | |
| A space age hiphop | |
| Superhero | |
| I rock the block with glocks | |
| And brass knuckles. | |
| A pocket full of weed | |
| And a BBoy belt buckle. | |
| Space age rage | |
| To rattle your cage | |
| Running amok as we | |
| up the stage. | |
| Taking hiphop to a whole new level. | |
| 808 bass over twisted metal. | |
| Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural. | |
| A mac with a pull. | |
| Act a fool. Excalibur | |
| Destroying M. C.' s with my | |
| Vocal algebra. | |
| We got something new for you. | |
| For you to take your ass and move it to. | |
| Hit to lose it to | |
| It' s that crazy crew. | |
| Taking you on a ride to the | |
| Other side. | |
| Check it. | |
| Bar codes on freaks | |
| Programmed to freak mode. | |
| Black holes of lost souls, | |
| Let the story be told | |
| I rock a BBoy stance | |
| Cuz it' s time to explode. | |
| CHORUS | |
| If you ever want to know what time it is, | |
| Compared to what time it isn' t, | |
| When you hear KRS in the house | |
| Just run and get our ticket. | |
| Because when you come into the jam, | |
| The party will be kickin'. | |
| All the wic wacs and DJ' s in the house, | |
| Jealous, it gets so sickenin'. | |
| Now CXT are some cool guys, | |
| Still getting paid without no ties. | |
| At least no jack and I can' t hack it. | |
| When you gonna ask the question why. | |
| I never liked working at Mickey D' s, | |
| All my life I got B' s and C' s. | |
| Down with the crew called BDP | |
| Shifty, and E. P. I. C. | |
| Now when you be? | |
| CHORUS | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather ' round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather ' round the sound. | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather ' round the sound. | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather round the sound | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather round the sound. | |
| CHORUS | |
| I roll at light speed | |
| Through space and time | |
| With a boom box of beats | |
| And a book of rhymes. | |
| Cosmo kinetic. | |
| I just don' t get it | |
| These fools want to rock | |
| But their rhymes are pathetic | |
| The Epic, digital bliss, | |
| The mega sound | |
| Consists of hard drive bits | |
| Written underground. | |
| Crazy Town rocks so hard, | |
| You' ll go berserk | |
| With the sound that travels | |
| Around the universe. | |
| Ill thoughts disperse | |
| We' re the first and last, | |
| High class, white trash, | |
| Rolling a classic hovercraft. | |
| In strange days, | |
| The wickedest ways | |
| Become the norm. | |
| But it' s far from the norm | |
| When we perform. | |
| Check it. | |
| Bboys make some noise. | |
| Get connected. | |
| Respect it. | |
| You should expect the unexpected. | |
| Bgirls reping at the front | |
| Of the show. | |
| I' m a bad ass bboy two | |
| Triple O. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Dope thoughts come | |
| When I hear a kick drum | |
| A bass beat transforms | |
| The level of the street | |
| And the lyrics | |
| Boulevard status. | |
| Yo, I' m the baddest | |
| Beach front punks, | |
| They insist I' m the raddest | |
| Thing to ever hit since L. S. D. | |
| Hallucinate while I dominate. | |
| I bring Satan to the table. | |
| When I rock, there is not | |
| A label for it. | |
| Critics adore it. | |
| Homicidal as it gets. | |
| Your wrist slit | |
| When I make suicidal imprints | |
| On your brain. | |
| I induce pain, so I' m insane. | |
| Hell bent burnt you like acid rain. | |
| Extraordinarily, I lyricize, | |
| Specialize. | |
| In body rocking, rapping, | |
| And macking. | |
| Two triple O, I came to get down. | |
| With my clique Crazy Town. | |
| We came to get down. | |
| Yes, yes y' all | |
| We came to get down. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather ' round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather ' round the sound. | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather ' round the sound. | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather ' round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather ' round the sound | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather ' round the sound. | |
| CXT | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| This is the last trip. |
| zuò cí : Binzer, Epique, KRS One, Mazur ... | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| CXT KRSOne | |
| Boogie down, Crazy Town. | |
| CHORUS: | |
| I' m a bad ass BBoy | |
| Two triple O. | |
| A space age hiphop | |
| Superhero | |
| I rock the block with glocks | |
| And brass knuckles. | |
| A pocket full of weed | |
| And a BBoy belt buckle. | |
| Space age rage | |
| To rattle your cage | |
| Running amok as we | |
| up the stage. | |
| Taking hiphop to a whole new level. | |
| 808 bass over twisted metal. | |
| Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural. | |
| A mac with a pull. | |
| Act a fool. Excalibur | |
| Destroying M. C.' s with my | |
| Vocal algebra. | |
| We got something new for you. | |
| For you to take your ass and move it to. | |
| Hit to lose it to | |
| It' s that crazy crew. | |
| Taking you on a ride to the | |
| Other side. | |
| Check it. | |
| Bar codes on freaks | |
| Programmed to freak mode. | |
| Black holes of lost souls, | |
| Let the story be told | |
| I rock a BBoy stance | |
| Cuz it' s time to explode. | |
| CHORUS | |
| If you ever want to know what time it is, | |
| Compared to what time it isn' t, | |
| When you hear KRS in the house | |
| Just run and get our ticket. | |
| Because when you come into the jam, | |
| The party will be kickin'. | |
| All the wic wacs and DJ' s in the house, | |
| Jealous, it gets so sickenin'. | |
| Now CXT are some cool guys, | |
| Still getting paid without no ties. | |
| At least no jack and I can' t hack it. | |
| When you gonna ask the question why. | |
| I never liked working at Mickey D' s, | |
| All my life I got B' s and C' s. | |
| Down with the crew called BDP | |
| Shifty, and E. P. I. C. | |
| Now when you be? | |
| CHORUS | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather ' round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather ' round the sound. | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather ' round the sound. | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather round the sound | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather round the sound. | |
| CHORUS | |
| I roll at light speed | |
| Through space and time | |
| With a boom box of beats | |
| And a book of rhymes. | |
| Cosmo kinetic. | |
| I just don' t get it | |
| These fools want to rock | |
| But their rhymes are pathetic | |
| The Epic, digital bliss, | |
| The mega sound | |
| Consists of hard drive bits | |
| Written underground. | |
| Crazy Town rocks so hard, | |
| You' ll go berserk | |
| With the sound that travels | |
| Around the universe. | |
| Ill thoughts disperse | |
| We' re the first and last, | |
| High class, white trash, | |
| Rolling a classic hovercraft. | |
| In strange days, | |
| The wickedest ways | |
| Become the norm. | |
| But it' s far from the norm | |
| When we perform. | |
| Check it. | |
| Bboys make some noise. | |
| Get connected. | |
| Respect it. | |
| You should expect the unexpected. | |
| Bgirls reping at the front | |
| Of the show. | |
| I' m a bad ass bboy two | |
| Triple O. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Dope thoughts come | |
| When I hear a kick drum | |
| A bass beat transforms | |
| The level of the street | |
| And the lyrics | |
| Boulevard status. | |
| Yo, I' m the baddest | |
| Beach front punks, | |
| They insist I' m the raddest | |
| Thing to ever hit since L. S. D. | |
| Hallucinate while I dominate. | |
| I bring Satan to the table. | |
| When I rock, there is not | |
| A label for it. | |
| Critics adore it. | |
| Homicidal as it gets. | |
| Your wrist slit | |
| When I make suicidal imprints | |
| On your brain. | |
| I induce pain, so I' m insane. | |
| Hell bent burnt you like acid rain. | |
| Extraordinarily, I lyricize, | |
| Specialize. | |
| In body rocking, rapping, | |
| And macking. | |
| Two triple O, I came to get down. | |
| With my clique Crazy Town. | |
| We came to get down. | |
| Yes, yes y' all | |
| We came to get down. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather ' round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather ' round the sound. | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather ' round the sound. | |
| Put your mind over matter | |
| Gather ' round the sound | |
| Yeah, gather ' round the sound | |
| It don' t get better, gather | |
| ' Round the sound | |
| Come on, gather ' round the sound. | |
| CXT | |
| This is the last trip. | |
| This is the last trip. |
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