歌曲 | Blue Armor - Album Version (Explicit) |
歌手 | Ghostface Killah |
歌手 | Sheek Louch |
专辑 | More Fish |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bishop, Coles, Evans, Evans ... | |
Uh-huh[Ghostface Killah] | |
Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military | |
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day | |
Groundhog | |
Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word | |
I know why, why? | |
Ya'll all gay, pop off head | |
Get your top rocked, way across state | |
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight | |
Ya'll just bait, | |
I'm a fisherman, | |
I own this lake | |
When I catch fish, | |
I fry 'em, to they back | |
I flakeI smash ya'll mutha****as like a seedless grape | |
And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in | |
K-Mart plates | |
Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks | |
Word to my momma, | |
I cut the grass on you ****ing snakes | |
Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way | |
Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she | |
Bitch ass nigga for sale, like | |
MagillaStanding in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I **** men, though"[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] | |
Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) | |
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up![Sheek Louch] | |
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat | |
The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat | |
I'm jumping out cars, | |
I'm giving you permanent stars | |
Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours | |
I'm sitting on crates, | |
I'm missing probation dates | |
I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late | |
I'm hot as ****, my truck keep getting tailed | |
It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed | |
Forgetting bail, piss test failed | |
Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us | |
I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? | |
I'm sick to death, | |
I'm on fire in the streets | |
Like in Back to the | |
Future, when the car left | |
Ghost'll clap for me, ****, rap for me | |
Yo, tell them niggas on the | |
Island, get strapped for me | |
Het wet ya, and throw the stocking | |
On his face, like when he first met cha[Ghostface Killah] | |
Yo, me and | |
Sheek drug heads like a bottle of | |
GooseI had my road dogs follow your troops | |
Gorilla game, | |
African tribe, | |
Somalian crew | |
With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu | |
Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school | |
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move | |
Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot | |
My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics | |
Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags | |
Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister | |
Patty's a butch | |
Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how | |
I'm throwing heat | |
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef | |
From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers | |
My last drug run, | |
I threw in two bricks to garbage | |
I wash my money in | |
Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on | |
FolgersBlack jewels trucking, still come through bummy |
zuo ci : Bishop, Coles, Evans, Evans ... | |
Uhhuh Ghostface Killah | |
Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military | |
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog' s day | |
Groundhog | |
Day, ya' ll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word | |
I know why, why? | |
Ya' ll all gay, pop off head | |
Get your top rocked, way across state | |
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don' t hold that weight | |
Ya' ll just bait, | |
I' m a fisherman, | |
I own this lake | |
When I catch fish, | |
I fry ' em, to they back | |
I flakeI smash ya' ll mutha as like a seedless grape | |
And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in | |
KMart plates | |
Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks | |
Word to my momma, | |
I cut the grass on you ing snakes | |
Expose, don' t tell, use a mo', round the way | |
GoGo down, gone with the wind, he' s a heshe | |
Bitch ass nigga for sale, like | |
MagillaStanding in the window, with a sign, " Yes, I men, though" Interlude: Ghostface Killah Sheek Louch | |
Aiyo, Sheek What up, dog? | |
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! Sheek Louch | |
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat | |
The hammers on ' em, and they ain' t out looking for meat | |
I' m jumping out cars, | |
I' m giving you permanent stars | |
Your hardest nigga, you can' t compare him to ours | |
I' m sitting on crates, | |
I' m missing probation dates | |
I' m stuck with this weight, my wifey period late | |
I' m hot as , my truck keep getting tailed | |
It' s like every week, one of mines getting jailed | |
Forgetting bail, piss test failed | |
Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us | |
I' m at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? | |
I' m sick to death, | |
I' m on fire in the streets | |
Like in Back to the | |
Future, when the car left | |
Ghost' ll clap for me, , rap for me | |
Yo, tell them niggas on the | |
Island, get strapped for me | |
Het wet ya, and throw the stocking | |
On his face, like when he first met cha Ghostface Killah | |
Yo, me and | |
Sheek drug heads like a bottle of | |
GooseI had my road dogs follow your troops | |
Gorilla game, | |
African tribe, | |
Somalian crew | |
With a flow so sick, my high temperature' ll body the flu | |
Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school | |
Slap ' em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can' t even move | |
Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot | |
My fiends' ll box filled with coke head classics | |
Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags | |
Bodegas, I' m mad, my older sister | |
Patty' s a butch | |
Guns come out like my mother' s teeth, watch how | |
I' m throwing heat | |
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef | |
From eightball jackets to cops and robbers | |
My last drug run, | |
I threw in two bricks to garbage | |
I wash my money in | |
Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on | |
FolgersBlack jewels trucking, still come through bummy |
zuò cí : Bishop, Coles, Evans, Evans ... | |
Uhhuh Ghostface Killah | |
Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military | |
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog' s day | |
Groundhog | |
Day, ya' ll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word | |
I know why, why? | |
Ya' ll all gay, pop off head | |
Get your top rocked, way across state | |
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don' t hold that weight | |
Ya' ll just bait, | |
I' m a fisherman, | |
I own this lake | |
When I catch fish, | |
I fry ' em, to they back | |
I flakeI smash ya' ll mutha as like a seedless grape | |
And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in | |
KMart plates | |
Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks | |
Word to my momma, | |
I cut the grass on you ing snakes | |
Expose, don' t tell, use a mo', round the way | |
GoGo down, gone with the wind, he' s a heshe | |
Bitch ass nigga for sale, like | |
MagillaStanding in the window, with a sign, " Yes, I men, though" Interlude: Ghostface Killah Sheek Louch | |
Aiyo, Sheek What up, dog? | |
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! Sheek Louch | |
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat | |
The hammers on ' em, and they ain' t out looking for meat | |
I' m jumping out cars, | |
I' m giving you permanent stars | |
Your hardest nigga, you can' t compare him to ours | |
I' m sitting on crates, | |
I' m missing probation dates | |
I' m stuck with this weight, my wifey period late | |
I' m hot as , my truck keep getting tailed | |
It' s like every week, one of mines getting jailed | |
Forgetting bail, piss test failed | |
Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us | |
I' m at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? | |
I' m sick to death, | |
I' m on fire in the streets | |
Like in Back to the | |
Future, when the car left | |
Ghost' ll clap for me, , rap for me | |
Yo, tell them niggas on the | |
Island, get strapped for me | |
Het wet ya, and throw the stocking | |
On his face, like when he first met cha Ghostface Killah | |
Yo, me and | |
Sheek drug heads like a bottle of | |
GooseI had my road dogs follow your troops | |
Gorilla game, | |
African tribe, | |
Somalian crew | |
With a flow so sick, my high temperature' ll body the flu | |
Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school | |
Slap ' em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can' t even move | |
Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot | |
My fiends' ll box filled with coke head classics | |
Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags | |
Bodegas, I' m mad, my older sister | |
Patty' s a butch | |
Guns come out like my mother' s teeth, watch how | |
I' m throwing heat | |
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef | |
From eightball jackets to cops and robbers | |
My last drug run, | |
I threw in two bricks to garbage | |
I wash my money in | |
Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on | |
FolgersBlack jewels trucking, still come through bummy |