Feelin' Evil Again 歌词
| 歌曲 | Feelin' Evil Again |
| 歌手 | Chino XL |
| 专辑 | Here To Save You All |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barbosa, Stevens | |
| Intro: | |
| Yo, can I represent Gravitation to the fullest? Word up. Some times I just | |
| cool out, yeah, come on, get with it. | |
| Hook: | |
| Yo, it's still an ill vibe when I want to unwind | |
| "Like you inhale, like a breath of fresh air" -Phife Dog from "Can I Kick It?" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Slice like a cesarean, shoot like insulin | |
| Hip hop lives at no radio station, penetrate you like a vaccination | |
| Fascination do you like styro foam and crush ya | |
| Needles in pressure points, acupuncture | |
| You shouldn't of start no rubbish you got no indentity like Jay | |
| You sing more blues than Sarah Vawn, easy to ruin like sued | |
| Respect like Areatha Franklin', half asleep dark must be | |
| But still American as ****in' in the back seat | |
| Yo dig this, Your biting is constant | |
| When I knock shit, get your wig split, I rip shit | |
| Till I'm sweatly like Whoopi's armpits | |
| The bomb's lit, you try to pick my style like chop sticks | |
| No concepts, you would of met me long ago | |
| Producers put me on hold | |
| Now I can roast you mother****ers like Roticery Gold | |
| And this whole rap world is gonna miss me when I retire | |
| Vampire, I be setting homeless mother****ers on FIRE! | |
| Hook (x2) | |
| "Day after day after day" | |
| The yellow nigga try to chill but then, I'm feelin' evil again | |
| "Day after day after day" and everytime I pick up the pen | |
| I'm feelin' evil again "Day after day after day" | |
| Since the only good friend is a dead friend, I'm feelin' evil again | |
| "Day after day after day" Everytime my temper go thin | |
| I'm feelin' evil again | |
| Girl talking: | |
| "A-yo **** you, you yellow ass nigga, you ain't sayin' shit.I know you | |
| ain't trying to diss me with that ole evil shit. A-yo what's ****in' with | |
| that? Chino you ain't shit and you ain't ever gonna be shit.(aaaaaah) | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I put out more wax than Martin Lawrence earlobe | |
| I rock forever, Or at least until the Jets win the Super Bowl | |
| There's no comparing me, shocking your system like Chemotherapy | |
| Osmosis, cysticfibrosis, Slick Rick eye could be the closest | |
| I focus, on Naomi Campbel, but she's a leisbian (damn) | |
| Stress me and, I'll make you see more stars than planetariums | |
| Your horrorcore is homocore, you screamin' you Evil Live | |
| Only played on AM and your vinyl is a 45 | |
| No Indecent Proposals cause I'm not Woody Harrelson | |
| I ain't checkin' for you like PE's new album son | |
| (Blurting obscenities at random) I think you got Turret | |
| I make niggas sore like the first pussy Tyson get | |
| What part of Jersy do you come from black? | |
| The part that white people be speeding though in 6 seconds flat | |
| They scared of death, they out of breath, they gonna get car-jacked | |
| That's what happens when you don't recognize hipanic and blacks | |
| Blessed by the nation, cause I'm expecting to blow up | |
| More than Tevin Cambell is expected to have a sex-change operation (oooooh) | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| **** all of y'all |
| zuo ci : Barbosa, Stevens | |
| Intro: | |
| Yo, can I represent Gravitation to the fullest? Word up. Some times I just | |
| cool out, yeah, come on, get with it. | |
| Hook: | |
| Yo, it' s still an ill vibe when I want to unwind | |
| " Like you inhale, like a breath of fresh air" Phife Dog from " Can I Kick It?" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Slice like a cesarean, shoot like insulin | |
| Hip hop lives at no radio station, penetrate you like a vaccination | |
| Fascination do you like styro foam and crush ya | |
| Needles in pressure points, acupuncture | |
| You shouldn' t of start no rubbish you got no indentity like Jay | |
| You sing more blues than Sarah Vawn, easy to ruin like sued | |
| Respect like Areatha Franklin', half asleep dark must be | |
| But still American as in' in the back seat | |
| Yo dig this, Your biting is constant | |
| When I knock shit, get your wig split, I rip shit | |
| Till I' m sweatly like Whoopi' s armpits | |
| The bomb' s lit, you try to pick my style like chop sticks | |
| No concepts, you would of met me long ago | |
| Producers put me on hold | |
| Now I can roast you mother ers like Roticery Gold | |
| And this whole rap world is gonna miss me when I retire | |
| Vampire, I be setting homeless mother ers on FIRE! | |
| Hook x2 | |
| " Day after day after day" | |
| The yellow nigga try to chill but then, I' m feelin' evil again | |
| " Day after day after day" and everytime I pick up the pen | |
| I' m feelin' evil again " Day after day after day" | |
| Since the only good friend is a dead friend, I' m feelin' evil again | |
| " Day after day after day" Everytime my temper go thin | |
| I' m feelin' evil again | |
| Girl talking: | |
| " Ayo you, you yellow ass nigga, you ain' t sayin' shit. I know you | |
| ain' t trying to diss me with that ole evil shit. Ayo what' s in' with | |
| that? Chino you ain' t shit and you ain' t ever gonna be shit. aaaaaah | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I put out more wax than Martin Lawrence earlobe | |
| I rock forever, Or at least until the Jets win the Super Bowl | |
| There' s no comparing me, shocking your system like Chemotherapy | |
| Osmosis, cysticfibrosis, Slick Rick eye could be the closest | |
| I focus, on Naomi Campbel, but she' s a leisbian damn | |
| Stress me and, I' ll make you see more stars than planetariums | |
| Your horrorcore is homocore, you screamin' you Evil Live | |
| Only played on AM and your vinyl is a 45 | |
| No Indecent Proposals cause I' m not Woody Harrelson | |
| I ain' t checkin' for you like PE' s new album son | |
| Blurting obscenities at random I think you got Turret | |
| I make niggas sore like the first pussy Tyson get | |
| What part of Jersy do you come from black? | |
| The part that white people be speeding though in 6 seconds flat | |
| They scared of death, they out of breath, they gonna get carjacked | |
| That' s what happens when you don' t recognize hipanic and blacks | |
| Blessed by the nation, cause I' m expecting to blow up | |
| More than Tevin Cambell is expected to have a sexchange operation oooooh | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| all of y' all |
| zuò cí : Barbosa, Stevens | |
| Intro: | |
| Yo, can I represent Gravitation to the fullest? Word up. Some times I just | |
| cool out, yeah, come on, get with it. | |
| Hook: | |
| Yo, it' s still an ill vibe when I want to unwind | |
| " Like you inhale, like a breath of fresh air" Phife Dog from " Can I Kick It?" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Slice like a cesarean, shoot like insulin | |
| Hip hop lives at no radio station, penetrate you like a vaccination | |
| Fascination do you like styro foam and crush ya | |
| Needles in pressure points, acupuncture | |
| You shouldn' t of start no rubbish you got no indentity like Jay | |
| You sing more blues than Sarah Vawn, easy to ruin like sued | |
| Respect like Areatha Franklin', half asleep dark must be | |
| But still American as in' in the back seat | |
| Yo dig this, Your biting is constant | |
| When I knock shit, get your wig split, I rip shit | |
| Till I' m sweatly like Whoopi' s armpits | |
| The bomb' s lit, you try to pick my style like chop sticks | |
| No concepts, you would of met me long ago | |
| Producers put me on hold | |
| Now I can roast you mother ers like Roticery Gold | |
| And this whole rap world is gonna miss me when I retire | |
| Vampire, I be setting homeless mother ers on FIRE! | |
| Hook x2 | |
| " Day after day after day" | |
| The yellow nigga try to chill but then, I' m feelin' evil again | |
| " Day after day after day" and everytime I pick up the pen | |
| I' m feelin' evil again " Day after day after day" | |
| Since the only good friend is a dead friend, I' m feelin' evil again | |
| " Day after day after day" Everytime my temper go thin | |
| I' m feelin' evil again | |
| Girl talking: | |
| " Ayo you, you yellow ass nigga, you ain' t sayin' shit. I know you | |
| ain' t trying to diss me with that ole evil shit. Ayo what' s in' with | |
| that? Chino you ain' t shit and you ain' t ever gonna be shit. aaaaaah | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I put out more wax than Martin Lawrence earlobe | |
| I rock forever, Or at least until the Jets win the Super Bowl | |
| There' s no comparing me, shocking your system like Chemotherapy | |
| Osmosis, cysticfibrosis, Slick Rick eye could be the closest | |
| I focus, on Naomi Campbel, but she' s a leisbian damn | |
| Stress me and, I' ll make you see more stars than planetariums | |
| Your horrorcore is homocore, you screamin' you Evil Live | |
| Only played on AM and your vinyl is a 45 | |
| No Indecent Proposals cause I' m not Woody Harrelson | |
| I ain' t checkin' for you like PE' s new album son | |
| Blurting obscenities at random I think you got Turret | |
| I make niggas sore like the first pussy Tyson get | |
| What part of Jersy do you come from black? | |
| The part that white people be speeding though in 6 seconds flat | |
| They scared of death, they out of breath, they gonna get carjacked | |
| That' s what happens when you don' t recognize hipanic and blacks | |
| Blessed by the nation, cause I' m expecting to blow up | |
| More than Tevin Cambell is expected to have a sexchange operation oooooh | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| all of y' all |
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