歌曲 | My Advice 2 You |
歌手 | Gang Starr |
专辑 | Moment Of Truth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Elam, Martin | |
Yo yo gu-rizzi, yo | |
Yo whassup son? | |
Yo man, youknowhatimean? i need this money man | |
Get up out in these, in these streets man | |
Yo, so what's the deal god? | |
I'm sayin, what you need though? | |
Yo let me have like, two or three, three g's man | |
I'm sayin, i'm sayin son man | |
You know what happened last time though | |
I gotta do what i gotta do man, i gotta eat man | |
Whassup man? oh your baby momma stressin you? ... | |
Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew | |
Only a few percent knew what me and you went through | |
We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates | |
And set this crooked rap shit straight from crenshaw to castlegate | |
Like pete and cl, i reminisce over days | |
From the streets of boston to new york and all the ways | |
For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid | |
But my praise goes to the most high | |
Cause some nights i got so wild yo, i almost died | |
Some stuff i got into, really scarred my mental | |
Pops wasn't tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through | |
Still, like my nigga havoc said, sometimes you gotta | |
Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread | |
Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar | |
And things in this world are more fucked up than ever | |
So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong | |
You a man baby pop you know right from wrong | |
So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too | |
That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you... | |
You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked | |
Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block | |
You need to stop, fore you get caught again | |
Or you get shot and i lose another friend | |
"any man with the plan is precise with his life" | |
"think twice" | |
My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze | |
For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news | |
It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes | |
Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud | |
It's like set-tin it off but not the movie | |
Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies | |
Cause they spell mad problems from watts to harlem | |
And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin | |
And i recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout | |
But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out | |
And they was seein if i wanted to come bubble with them | |
And make my ends triple and double with them | |
And get in trouble with them, now memories of them | |
I wear em in my heart like a emblem | |
I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust | |
It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus | |
Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs | |
Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns | |
Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream | |
Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme | |
"any man with the plan is precise with his life" | |
"think twice" | |
"my advice is to you..." |
zuo ci : Elam, Martin | |
Yo yo gurizzi, yo | |
Yo whassup son? | |
Yo man, youknowhatimean? i need this money man | |
Get up out in these, in these streets man | |
Yo, so what' s the deal god? | |
I' m sayin, what you need though? | |
Yo let me have like, two or three, three g' s man | |
I' m sayin, i' m sayin son man | |
You know what happened last time though | |
I gotta do what i gotta do man, i gotta eat man | |
Whassup man? oh your baby momma stressin you? ... | |
Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew | |
Only a few percent knew what me and you went through | |
We' ve been sent to dominate, these corny comelates | |
And set this crooked rap shit straight from crenshaw to castlegate | |
Like pete and cl, i reminisce over days | |
From the streets of boston to new york and all the ways | |
For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid | |
But my praise goes to the most high | |
Cause some nights i got so wild yo, i almost died | |
Some stuff i got into, really scarred my mental | |
Pops wasn' t tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through | |
Still, like my nigga havoc said, sometimes you gotta | |
Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread | |
Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar | |
And things in this world are more fucked up than ever | |
So let' s make this bond to keep this hiphop strong | |
You a man baby pop you know right from wrong | |
So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too | |
That' s what we need to do, that' s my advice to you... | |
You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked | |
Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block | |
You need to stop, fore you get caught again | |
Or you get shot and i lose another friend | |
" any man with the plan is precise with his life" | |
" think twice" | |
My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze | |
For a nigga like me, most time that shit' s bad news | |
It' s like lightin a fuse whether it' s sneakers or shoes | |
Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud | |
It' s like settin it off but not the movie | |
Plus let' s get some real women forget floozies and the groupies | |
Cause they spell mad problems from watts to harlem | |
And the bullshit won' t stop long as the world' s revolvin | |
And i recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout | |
But they didn' t know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out | |
And they was seein if i wanted to come bubble with them | |
And make my ends triple and double with them | |
And get in trouble with them, now memories of them | |
I wear em in my heart like a emblem | |
I doubt we' d ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust | |
It' s killin us, let' s take our people and make a exodus | |
Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs | |
Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns | |
Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream | |
Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme | |
" any man with the plan is precise with his life" | |
" think twice" | |
" my advice is to you..." |
zuò cí : Elam, Martin | |
Yo yo gurizzi, yo | |
Yo whassup son? | |
Yo man, youknowhatimean? i need this money man | |
Get up out in these, in these streets man | |
Yo, so what' s the deal god? | |
I' m sayin, what you need though? | |
Yo let me have like, two or three, three g' s man | |
I' m sayin, i' m sayin son man | |
You know what happened last time though | |
I gotta do what i gotta do man, i gotta eat man | |
Whassup man? oh your baby momma stressin you? ... | |
Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew | |
Only a few percent knew what me and you went through | |
We' ve been sent to dominate, these corny comelates | |
And set this crooked rap shit straight from crenshaw to castlegate | |
Like pete and cl, i reminisce over days | |
From the streets of boston to new york and all the ways | |
For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid | |
But my praise goes to the most high | |
Cause some nights i got so wild yo, i almost died | |
Some stuff i got into, really scarred my mental | |
Pops wasn' t tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through | |
Still, like my nigga havoc said, sometimes you gotta | |
Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread | |
Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar | |
And things in this world are more fucked up than ever | |
So let' s make this bond to keep this hiphop strong | |
You a man baby pop you know right from wrong | |
So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too | |
That' s what we need to do, that' s my advice to you... | |
You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked | |
Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block | |
You need to stop, fore you get caught again | |
Or you get shot and i lose another friend | |
" any man with the plan is precise with his life" | |
" think twice" | |
My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze | |
For a nigga like me, most time that shit' s bad news | |
It' s like lightin a fuse whether it' s sneakers or shoes | |
Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud | |
It' s like settin it off but not the movie | |
Plus let' s get some real women forget floozies and the groupies | |
Cause they spell mad problems from watts to harlem | |
And the bullshit won' t stop long as the world' s revolvin | |
And i recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout | |
But they didn' t know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out | |
And they was seein if i wanted to come bubble with them | |
And make my ends triple and double with them | |
And get in trouble with them, now memories of them | |
I wear em in my heart like a emblem | |
I doubt we' d ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust | |
It' s killin us, let' s take our people and make a exodus | |
Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs | |
Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns | |
Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream | |
Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme | |
" any man with the plan is precise with his life" | |
" think twice" | |
" my advice is to you..." |