作词 : Benjamin, Patton | |
UhhAs I sit in my b-boy stance | |
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants | |
We finna enhance your brain, check it out | |
Once upon a time not long ago | |
When the playa from the pointe didn't have no flow | |
A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin' to the sto' | |
Caught a nigga slippin', but now | |
I lay it to the flo' | |
Just like carbon, 'cuz | |
I got the heat in my rhythm | |
Momma nay not, never braggin' just to stay knot | |
Even when | |
I was a younger lad | |
I learned my lesson | |
Ever talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions | |
The pope and his folks got us under a scope | |
But for unknown reasons 'cuz we don't sell dope | |
That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine | |
Activity, my soliloquy, may be hard for some to swallow | |
But so is cod liver oil | |
You went behind my back like | |
Bluto when he cut up olive oyl | |
Two things | |
I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil | |
Boa constricted, on my soul that they call | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
It took your momma nine months to make it | |
But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it | |
Cut that kronk clean up | |
I did, but | |
I did so not safely | |
Don't want no aids, no claps, or no rabies | |
Yo, we take no shit, like umm, stopped up commodes | |
Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks | |
Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle | |
We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo' | |
But not for long 'cuz we got a better sack to serve | |
Tryin' to take you other people for your rims at the curb | |
Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head | |
More head for me, while you ride to the beat | |
Drop, like tears, like for fears, you know | |
Shout shout let it all out, just for my peers | |
And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind | |
Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Okay, like this, yeah yeah | |
One time for my boy doing king shit | |
Two times for legit and it don't quit | |
Three times for my folks in the drop top | |
Four times outkast and it don't stop | |
One time for my 'cuz doing queen thangs | |
Dead fresh to the teeth eatin' chicken wings | |
Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop | |
Four times outkast and it don't stop | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel |
zuo ci : Benjamin, Patton | |
UhhAs I sit in my bboy stance | |
With flipflops and socks, and sweatpants | |
We finna enhance your brain, check it out | |
Once upon a time not long ago | |
When the playa from the pointe didn' t have no flow | |
A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin' to the sto' | |
Caught a nigga slippin', but now | |
I lay it to the flo' | |
Just like carbon, ' cuz | |
I got the heat in my rhythm | |
Momma nay not, never braggin' just to stay knot | |
Even when | |
I was a younger lad | |
I learned my lesson | |
Ever talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions | |
The pope and his folks got us under a scope | |
But for unknown reasons ' cuz we don' t sell dope | |
That you distribute, we don' t contribute, to your clandestine | |
Activity, my soliloquy, may be hard for some to swallow | |
But so is cod liver oil | |
You went behind my back like | |
Bluto when he cut up olive oyl | |
Two things | |
I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil | |
Boa constricted, on my soul that they call | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
It took your momma nine months to make it | |
But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it | |
Cut that kronk clean up | |
I did, but | |
I did so not safely | |
Don' t want no aids, no claps, or no rabies | |
Yo, we take no shit, like umm, stopped up commodes | |
Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks | |
Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle | |
We won' t be able to ride out till two thousand fo' | |
But not for long ' cuz we got a better sack to serve | |
Tryin' to take you other people for your rims at the curb | |
Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head | |
More head for me, while you ride to the beat | |
Drop, like tears, like for fears, you know | |
Shout shout let it all out, just for my peers | |
And pupils who feel like it' s time to unwind | |
Like December 31st, on nineteenninetynine | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Okay, like this, yeah yeah | |
One time for my boy doing king shit | |
Two times for legit and it don' t quit | |
Three times for my folks in the drop top | |
Four times outkast and it don' t stop | |
One time for my ' cuz doing queen thangs | |
Dead fresh to the teeth eatin' chicken wings | |
Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop | |
Four times outkast and it don' t stop | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel |
zuò cí : Benjamin, Patton | |
UhhAs I sit in my bboy stance | |
With flipflops and socks, and sweatpants | |
We finna enhance your brain, check it out | |
Once upon a time not long ago | |
When the playa from the pointe didn' t have no flow | |
A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin' to the sto' | |
Caught a nigga slippin', but now | |
I lay it to the flo' | |
Just like carbon, ' cuz | |
I got the heat in my rhythm | |
Momma nay not, never braggin' just to stay knot | |
Even when | |
I was a younger lad | |
I learned my lesson | |
Ever talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions | |
The pope and his folks got us under a scope | |
But for unknown reasons ' cuz we don' t sell dope | |
That you distribute, we don' t contribute, to your clandestine | |
Activity, my soliloquy, may be hard for some to swallow | |
But so is cod liver oil | |
You went behind my back like | |
Bluto when he cut up olive oyl | |
Two things | |
I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil | |
Boa constricted, on my soul that they call | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
It took your momma nine months to make it | |
But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it | |
Cut that kronk clean up | |
I did, but | |
I did so not safely | |
Don' t want no aids, no claps, or no rabies | |
Yo, we take no shit, like umm, stopped up commodes | |
Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks | |
Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle | |
We won' t be able to ride out till two thousand fo' | |
But not for long ' cuz we got a better sack to serve | |
Tryin' to take you other people for your rims at the curb | |
Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head | |
More head for me, while you ride to the beat | |
Drop, like tears, like for fears, you know | |
Shout shout let it all out, just for my peers | |
And pupils who feel like it' s time to unwind | |
Like December 31st, on nineteenninetynine | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Okay, like this, yeah yeah | |
One time for my boy doing king shit | |
Two times for legit and it don' t quit | |
Three times for my folks in the drop top | |
Four times outkast and it don' t stop | |
One time for my ' cuz doing queen thangs | |
Dead fresh to the teeth eatin' chicken wings | |
Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop | |
Four times outkast and it don' t stop | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel | |
Touched by the wheelz of steel | |
Now show me how you feel |