| 作词 : Carl Paul/Fareed Salamah/Bryan Williams/Terius Gray/Daniel Lebrun | |
| 作曲 : Carl Paul/Fareed Salamah/Bryan Williams/Terius Gray/Daniel Lebrun | |
| [Intro: Juvenile & Birdman] | |
| Stunna | |
| What up, dawg? | |
| Remember Whispers? | |
| Remember them Stunna parties every week, nigga? | |
| Believe that | |
| (D-Roc) | |
| (Rich Gang) | |
| [Verse 1: Juvenile] | |
| I remember me and my niggas drinkin' at Whispers | |
| Sideline bitches on the sideline tryna get some of my time | |
| But they knew the guidelines, holler at me in the parking lot when this shit over | |
| Back then we was in the city doin' numbers | |
| We was ****in' bitches then when dick wasn't important | |
| Cool thing about it, we was on the same kick | |
| So we didn't tell 'em bye when we felt like it was over | |
| Cops pull us over, they was lookin' and admirin' | |
| Tryna get a job, wanna know if we was hirin' | |
| Old people watchin' like, "Leave them boys 'lone | |
| Y'all always stop them but y'all don't never stop violence" | |
| Either, right now I'm on my own island (Revis) | |
| Ballin' like I'm playin' soccer (FIFA) | |
| Smokin', I feel like a rasta (Chiefer) | |
| Chopper stay cocked for imposters | |
| [Chorus: Birdman] | |
| Yeah, big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga ****in' brains off | |
| Big money, we'll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off | |
| [Verse 2: Birdman] | |
| Line around the corner, bad bitches up in here | |
| Real niggas gettin' money, do it every year | |
| VIP, we pop bottles, we in, yeah | |
| Big torch, the pistol ride, we in here | |
| Pussy nigga play, we leave him in the club, blood | |
| No love, we'll knock him in the club, blood | |
| Knock his top, pin niggas that came with him | |
| Have his block cryin', shame the gang with him | |
| Real nigga, did this shit back in '88 | |
| Left a nigga on his plate, playin' with the cake | |
| No dissin', it's big money, we reach 'em all | |
| Did it all, my call, nigga, we did it all | |
| '88 in the project, we had it all | |
| Hundred G's of baked flake, we cook it all | |
| Block bumpin', we real niggas, we kill 'em all | |
| We blow hundreds for niggas died, couldn't see us ball | |
| [Chorus: Birdman] | |
| Big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga ****in' brains off | |
| Big money, we'll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off | |
| Big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga ****in' brains off | |
| Big money, we'll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off |
| zuo ci : Carl Paul Fareed Salamah Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| zuo qu : Carl Paul Fareed Salamah Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| Intro: Juvenile Birdman | |
| Stunna | |
| What up, dawg? | |
| Remember Whispers? | |
| Remember them Stunna parties every week, nigga? | |
| Believe that | |
| DRoc | |
| Rich Gang | |
| Verse 1: Juvenile | |
| I remember me and my niggas drinkin' at Whispers | |
| Sideline bitches on the sideline tryna get some of my time | |
| But they knew the guidelines, holler at me in the parking lot when this shit over | |
| Back then we was in the city doin' numbers | |
| We was in' bitches then when dick wasn' t important | |
| Cool thing about it, we was on the same kick | |
| So we didn' t tell ' em bye when we felt like it was over | |
| Cops pull us over, they was lookin' and admirin' | |
| Tryna get a job, wanna know if we was hirin' | |
| Old people watchin' like, " Leave them boys ' lone | |
| Y' all always stop them but y' all don' t never stop violence" | |
| Either, right now I' m on my own island Revis | |
| Ballin' like I' m playin' soccer FIFA | |
| Smokin', I feel like a rasta Chiefer | |
| Chopper stay cocked for imposters | |
| Chorus: Birdman | |
| Yeah, big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga in' brains off | |
| Big money, we' ll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off | |
| Verse 2: Birdman | |
| Line around the corner, bad bitches up in here | |
| Real niggas gettin' money, do it every year | |
| VIP, we pop bottles, we in, yeah | |
| Big torch, the pistol ride, we in here | |
| Pussy nigga play, we leave him in the club, blood | |
| No love, we' ll knock him in the club, blood | |
| Knock his top, pin niggas that came with him | |
| Have his block cryin', shame the gang with him | |
| Real nigga, did this shit back in ' 88 | |
| Left a nigga on his plate, playin' with the cake | |
| No dissin', it' s big money, we reach ' em all | |
| Did it all, my call, nigga, we did it all | |
| ' 88 in the project, we had it all | |
| Hundred G' s of baked flake, we cook it all | |
| Block bumpin', we real niggas, we kill ' em all | |
| We blow hundreds for niggas died, couldn' t see us ball | |
| Chorus: Birdman | |
| Big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga in' brains off | |
| Big money, we' ll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off | |
| Big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga in' brains off | |
| Big money, we' ll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off |
| zuò cí : Carl Paul Fareed Salamah Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| zuò qǔ : Carl Paul Fareed Salamah Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| Intro: Juvenile Birdman | |
| Stunna | |
| What up, dawg? | |
| Remember Whispers? | |
| Remember them Stunna parties every week, nigga? | |
| Believe that | |
| DRoc | |
| Rich Gang | |
| Verse 1: Juvenile | |
| I remember me and my niggas drinkin' at Whispers | |
| Sideline bitches on the sideline tryna get some of my time | |
| But they knew the guidelines, holler at me in the parking lot when this shit over | |
| Back then we was in the city doin' numbers | |
| We was in' bitches then when dick wasn' t important | |
| Cool thing about it, we was on the same kick | |
| So we didn' t tell ' em bye when we felt like it was over | |
| Cops pull us over, they was lookin' and admirin' | |
| Tryna get a job, wanna know if we was hirin' | |
| Old people watchin' like, " Leave them boys ' lone | |
| Y' all always stop them but y' all don' t never stop violence" | |
| Either, right now I' m on my own island Revis | |
| Ballin' like I' m playin' soccer FIFA | |
| Smokin', I feel like a rasta Chiefer | |
| Chopper stay cocked for imposters | |
| Chorus: Birdman | |
| Yeah, big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga in' brains off | |
| Big money, we' ll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off | |
| Verse 2: Birdman | |
| Line around the corner, bad bitches up in here | |
| Real niggas gettin' money, do it every year | |
| VIP, we pop bottles, we in, yeah | |
| Big torch, the pistol ride, we in here | |
| Pussy nigga play, we leave him in the club, blood | |
| No love, we' ll knock him in the club, blood | |
| Knock his top, pin niggas that came with him | |
| Have his block cryin', shame the gang with him | |
| Real nigga, did this shit back in ' 88 | |
| Left a nigga on his plate, playin' with the cake | |
| No dissin', it' s big money, we reach ' em all | |
| Did it all, my call, nigga, we did it all | |
| ' 88 in the project, we had it all | |
| Hundred G' s of baked flake, we cook it all | |
| Block bumpin', we real niggas, we kill ' em all | |
| We blow hundreds for niggas died, couldn' t see us ball | |
| Chorus: Birdman | |
| Big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga in' brains off | |
| Big money, we' ll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off | |
| Big dawg, never fall, we get money | |
| No call, stand tall and flip hundreds | |
| Lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred | |
| Never came around us but split dough | |
| Shotcall, knock a nigga in' brains off | |
| Big money, we' ll knock a nigga top off | |
| Never played, lay low, we get it all | |
| Got money, we hit first and pick it off |
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