U Got Shot

歌曲 U Got Shot
歌手 EPMD
歌手 215
歌手 Angel "8 Off" Aguilar
专辑 Out Of Business

歌词

作词 : Aguilar, Coles, Diggs, Harris ...
You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another mother****in hardrock" ->
ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" ->
ODB "Introducing, yo **** that nigga's name!" ->
ODB "If you wanna step to my mother****in rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" ->
ODB "Gimme my ****in shit, chk-chk, BLAOW!" ->
ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.." [Parrish Smith]
On my knees at the mercy of
God Straight up back up
I keeps it hard
You like to watch but can't touch this nigga or catch a charge
Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
****in coolo make you quit rap and go sing with
Menudo Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve,
I'd rather be rockin
Apollo Creed
Time to speak up, faggot niggaz droppin these weak cuts
We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers for the
Mic Dons, ?? ??,
PMD shinin with my stripes on in the saddle, **** around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat time, so **** a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac, and
[215] Eaze - one love, them still my ****in niggaz
We don't need no gat, just cock me ****in back and watch me spitfire my ?volerical? fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin ain't peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap than a black cat, on a black night, and
I'm black in the moonshinin,
I'm sippin
Starsky and
Hutch while my rims blindin, while
P rollin the
Dutch Cause
I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the ****'s in charge?
Charles Laston
Sauls I got his mom suckin my balls like a fresh pack of
Halls Right hand to
Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw when
I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
EPMD, 215, and 8-
[8-Off] Off Agallah
Yo 215, who the
**** was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the
G's People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam
When I blow off the top
I got this cream like
Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga 8-
Off's gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz [Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo you hit em like that
I bust em from the back, to the extreme
Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch
And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up and bounce, then for luck,
I throw a six up
And hook off like
Prince Naseem a head
Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoise?
Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was
Jon-Benet
Ramsey And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin shit, and never even seen a million
Actin like y'all
Sicilians, when y'all niggaz with small figures, and chasin gold diggers (Mother****ers)
Don't even come up to me yappin
Or you'll
Die Hard with
Bruce and
Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4
Life like my nigga
Ja Rule Who wanna flex, with the influential with mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete for me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another mother****in hardrock" ->
ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" ->
ODB "Introducing, yo **** that nigga's name!" ->
ODB "If you wanna step to my mother****in rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" ->
ODB "Gimme my ****in shit, chk-chk, BLAOW!" ->
ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked..

拼音

zuò cí : Aguilar, Coles, Diggs, Harris ...
You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who' s there? Another mother in hardrock"
ODB " Whoahohoh, let me like slow up with the flow"
ODB " Introducing, yo that nigga' s name!"
ODB " If you wanna step to my mother in rep Chkchk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'"
ODB " Gimme my in shit, chkchk, BLAOW!"
ODB " You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.." Parrish Smith
On my knees at the mercy of
God Straight up back up
I keeps it hard
You like to watch but can' t touch this nigga or catch a charge
Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
in coolo make you quit rap and go sing with
Menudo Underground' s where we live and that' s where we' ll be when you leave
Overachieve,
I' d rather be rockin
Apollo Creed
Time to speak up, faggot niggaz droppin these weak cuts
We' re the bboys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers for the
Mic Dons, ?? ??,
PMD shinin with my stripes on in the saddle, around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit' s creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat time, so a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac, and
[215] Eaze one love, them still my in niggaz
We don' t need no gat, just cock me in back and watch me spitfire my ? volerical? fact
It' s a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin ain' t peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
Cause I' m eviler with lyrical rap than a black cat, on a black night, and
I' m black in the moonshinin,
I' m sippin
Starsky and
Hutch while my rims blindin, while
P rollin the
Dutch Cause
I' m too much for ma' s and grandpa' s to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the ' s in charge?
Charles Laston
Sauls I got his mom suckin my balls like a fresh pack of
Halls Right hand to
Allah, I' m the roughest of the raw
Nobody' s ever seen what they seen and never saw when
I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
EPMD, 215, and 8
[8-Off] Off Agallah
Yo 215, who the
was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the
G' s People low selfesteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam
When I blow off the top
I got this cream like
Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here' s the plan together here' s the gun together let' s run together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitchdown live nigga 8
Off' s gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz Erick Sermon
Aiyyo you hit em like that
I bust em from the back, to the extreme
Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch
And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up and bounce, then for luck,
I throw a six up
And hook off like
Prince Naseem a head
Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoise?
Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was
JonBenet
Ramsey And some of y' all just plain civilians
Talkin shit, and never even seen a million
Actin like y' all
Sicilians, when y' all niggaz with small figures, and chasin gold diggers Mother ers
Don' t even come up to me yappin
Or you' ll
Die Hard with
Bruce and
Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I' m a Dogg 4
Life like my nigga
Ja Rule Who wanna flex, with the influential with mad credentials on instrumentals we' re too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit' s complete for me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk " You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who' s there? Another mother in hardrock"
ODB " Whoahohoh, let me like slow up with the flow"
ODB " Introducing, yo that nigga' s name!"
ODB " If you wanna step to my mother in rep Chkchk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'"
ODB " Gimme my in shit, chkchk, BLAOW!"
ODB " You got shot cause you knock knock knocked..