Case Closed 歌词
| 歌曲 | Case Closed |
| 歌手 | Redman |
| 专辑 | Muddy Waters |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [dr.trevis like voice] hah | |
| (huh, hah, hah, hah, hahhah, hah) | |
| Nineteen ninety-six | |
| (hah, come on!) coming with the sickedest motherfuckers | |
| In the perimeter | |
| (huh, whooo! nineteen) you hit em with a newwwww | |
| (ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass | |
| (dick! di-dick, check) | |
| Yo! amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound | |
| To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound | |
| Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down | |
| But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now | |
| Check the motion while i be puffin the pot-enent | |
| Blow spots and urban networks with other experts | |
| Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear | |
| And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs | |
| So fuck your bulletproof gear | |
| If i decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast | |
| (boo-ya) more like rough paragraphs out alcatraz | |
| And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass | |
| Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns | |
| When reggie noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds | |
| Bomb niggaz like they did in oklahoma | |
| Freez, you're froze, def squad uhh, case closed | |
| [crossbreed] | |
| I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector | |
| Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers | |
| Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers | |
| Makin mc's so feel the breeze of the grandmaster | |
| Packed with swift solid style structure | |
| Simonizing mc's with the degree of street ruckus | |
| Aiyyo who got guns? i split precise, spleen splitter | |
| Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters | |
| I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power | |
| Body, the six four mind shotty | |
| The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal | |
| Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this | |
| As i'm flowin through the prism of the x-3-d | |
| See at forty belows i freak flows that burn your nose | |
| When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed | |
| Chorus: redman, crossbreed | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Yo, don't you know, who i am motherfucker? | |
| [redman's the name fool] | |
| That's my nigga! | |
| Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker? | |
| [crossbreed's the crew fool] | |
| They're my niggaz! | |
| Verse three: da otha crossbreed mc | |
| Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day | |
| A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say | |
| Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get | |
| With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped | |
| As i extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper | |
| I execute and burn mc's like absolut with no chaser | |
| Strong as chemical the general with rhymes | |
| Past wreckin mics, i make the earth shatter like the 7th sign | |
| My drama bringer bring about a new order | |
| I'm sending a plague through your town like god to sodom and gomorrah | |
| Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless | |
| Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest | |
| No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally | |
| X3d beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy | |
| Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes | |
| Nuff said, x-3-d blowin up, case closed |
| dr. trevis like voice hah | |
| huh, hah, hah, hah, hahhah, hah | |
| Nineteen ninetysix | |
| hah, come on! coming with the sickedest motherfuckers | |
| In the perimeter | |
| huh, whooo! nineteen you hit em with a newwwww | |
| ninetysix, nine six tree, dick be fly, in your ass | |
| dick! didick, check | |
| Yo! amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound | |
| To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound | |
| Yippieyiyay, motherfuckers here' s the show down | |
| But since we' re broke now with dope sounds now here we go now | |
| Check the motion while i be puffin the potenent | |
| Blow spots and urban networks with other experts | |
| Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear | |
| And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs | |
| So fuck your bulletproof gear | |
| If i decide to get your ass you better believe it' s more than a blast | |
| booya more like rough paragraphs out alcatraz | |
| And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass | |
| Everybody' s hustling with sons toting guns | |
| When reggie noble' s sprung we stick nuns that got funds | |
| Bomb niggaz like they did in oklahoma | |
| Freez, you' re froze, def squad uhh, case closed | |
| crossbreed | |
| I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector | |
| Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers | |
| Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers | |
| Makin mc' s so feel the breeze of the grandmaster | |
| Packed with swift solid style structure | |
| Simonizing mc' s with the degree of street ruckus | |
| Aiyyo who got guns? i split precise, spleen splitter | |
| Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters | |
| I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man' s last power | |
| Body, the six four mind shotty | |
| The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal | |
| Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this | |
| As i' m flowin through the prism of the x3d | |
| See at forty belows i freak flows that burn your nose | |
| When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed | |
| Chorus: redman, crossbreed | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Yo, don' t you know, who i am motherfucker? | |
| redman' s the name fool | |
| That' s my nigga! | |
| Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Yo, don' t you know, who they are motherfucker? | |
| crossbreed' s the crew fool | |
| They' re my niggaz! | |
| Verse three: da otha crossbreed mc | |
| Things ain' t easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day | |
| A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say | |
| Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get | |
| With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped | |
| As i extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper | |
| I execute and burn mc' s like absolut with no chaser | |
| Strong as chemical the general with rhymes | |
| Past wreckin mics, i make the earth shatter like the 7th sign | |
| My drama bringer bring about a new order | |
| I' m sending a plague through your town like god to sodom and gomorrah | |
| Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless | |
| Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest | |
| No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally | |
| X3d beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy | |
| Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes | |
| Nuff said, x3d blowin up, case closed |
| dr. trevis like voice hah | |
| huh, hah, hah, hah, hahhah, hah | |
| Nineteen ninetysix | |
| hah, come on! coming with the sickedest motherfuckers | |
| In the perimeter | |
| huh, whooo! nineteen you hit em with a newwwww | |
| ninetysix, nine six tree, dick be fly, in your ass | |
| dick! didick, check | |
| Yo! amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound | |
| To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound | |
| Yippieyiyay, motherfuckers here' s the show down | |
| But since we' re broke now with dope sounds now here we go now | |
| Check the motion while i be puffin the potenent | |
| Blow spots and urban networks with other experts | |
| Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear | |
| And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs | |
| So fuck your bulletproof gear | |
| If i decide to get your ass you better believe it' s more than a blast | |
| booya more like rough paragraphs out alcatraz | |
| And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass | |
| Everybody' s hustling with sons toting guns | |
| When reggie noble' s sprung we stick nuns that got funds | |
| Bomb niggaz like they did in oklahoma | |
| Freez, you' re froze, def squad uhh, case closed | |
| crossbreed | |
| I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector | |
| Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers | |
| Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers | |
| Makin mc' s so feel the breeze of the grandmaster | |
| Packed with swift solid style structure | |
| Simonizing mc' s with the degree of street ruckus | |
| Aiyyo who got guns? i split precise, spleen splitter | |
| Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters | |
| I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man' s last power | |
| Body, the six four mind shotty | |
| The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal | |
| Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this | |
| As i' m flowin through the prism of the x3d | |
| See at forty belows i freak flows that burn your nose | |
| When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed | |
| Chorus: redman, crossbreed | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Yo, don' t you know, who i am motherfucker? | |
| redman' s the name fool | |
| That' s my nigga! | |
| Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? | |
| Yo, don' t you know, who they are motherfucker? | |
| crossbreed' s the crew fool | |
| They' re my niggaz! | |
| Verse three: da otha crossbreed mc | |
| Things ain' t easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day | |
| A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say | |
| Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get | |
| With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped | |
| As i extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper | |
| I execute and burn mc' s like absolut with no chaser | |
| Strong as chemical the general with rhymes | |
| Past wreckin mics, i make the earth shatter like the 7th sign | |
| My drama bringer bring about a new order | |
| I' m sending a plague through your town like god to sodom and gomorrah | |
| Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless | |
| Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest | |
| No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally | |
| X3d beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy | |
| Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes | |
| Nuff said, x3d blowin up, case closed |
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