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作词 : Kante, Savage, Stevens |
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(feat. Jayo Felony) |
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[Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what? |
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[E-40] BEOTCH! |
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Mobster, turn that shit up! |
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[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH |
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[E-40] Sinister shit |
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[Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT? |
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[E-40] Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one |
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[E-40] |
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Jayo (Jayo) |
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I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin |
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llello (llello) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do) |
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*repeat 2X* |
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[Verse One: E-40] |
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Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic |
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I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker |
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Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I'm fake ID havin |
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strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it |
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from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices |
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Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me |
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in front of me with the next nigga |
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I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider |
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Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin |
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[Jayo Felony] |
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Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back |
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to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do |
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Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back |
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to sellin loop loop, but if I do that's what I do |
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[Verse Two: Jayo Felony] |
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I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out |
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cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken |
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Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce |
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Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use |
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I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict |
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**** a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit |
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And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery |
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You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! |
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When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin flight |
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It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight |
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As you fall like Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie |
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nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont |
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Chorus: |
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[Jayo] All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!) |
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Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!) |
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*repeat 2X* |
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[Jayo] All my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!) |
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Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!) |
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*repeat 2X* |
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[Verse Three: E-40] |
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RRRRAP for free, nigga **** the hype |
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BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic |
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High, higher than a dust cloud |
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Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud! |
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Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born |
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my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I'm a Rider |
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Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street |
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Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider |
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I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the |
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like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas |
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I like to, like to, finger **** bitches up in clubs |
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Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts! |
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Stuck! Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck |
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NUT! All on her spine and on her butt |
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****! Major clientele (major clientele) |
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Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo |
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[Verse Four: Jayo Felony] |
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? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin |
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They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin |
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The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames |
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Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games |
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**** a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don't please us |
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So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus |
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And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote |
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Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Five: Jayo Felony] |
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Still drinkin Krypton |
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brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle |
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Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile |
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I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco |
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It's third down and forty nigga |
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You know you gon' get tackled |
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Get your land while you can old man |
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Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran |
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Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs |
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See I leave no evidence for the police dogs |
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Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow |
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Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so |
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You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits |
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get these chips even if it means lettin these mother****ers have it! |
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[Verse Six: E-40] |
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Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him |
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Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap |
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Mother****er got out of place, I had to chop him |
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Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out |
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Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special |
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designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin |
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Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin |
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my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave |
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I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last New Year's Eve |
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she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin |
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Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents |
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More ki's than a janitor |
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It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher |
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Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin lot |
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throwin up gang signs |
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to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach |
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I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!! |
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In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!! |
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[Chorus] |
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*talking to end* |