歌曲 | I Paid My Dues |
歌手 | Rappin' 4-Tay |
专辑 | Off Parole |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Eaton, Forte | |
Testing one, two, three, four | |
Rappin 4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six | |
West up, let's do this | |
Yeah Four, you done finally got that parole-CALL | |
Yeah man, that was long comeing trying get that, man | |
I understand that Four, but a lot of people don't know | |
What you've done been through bro' | |
Man, a brother done been in this rap game for ten years, man | |
I've been from hell and back, you know Frank | |
But what's gon' have to do | |
Is lay it down and lace it up like a shoestring | |
Ok, like this here... | |
[Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
Allow me to take you back down memory lane | |
When a player was so young in this rap game | |
Yeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a sucker out | |
Because moms wouldn't about to let you in the house | |
Yeah, we had to throw em' in the days | |
Didn't have glock, never seen a twelve gauge | |
Wasn't no banging n' gang affiliated deaths | |
Brother had to go to school in the days to get a rep | |
Always wanted to bust a gang of these raps | |
And be the first player to put Frisco on the map | |
So add this to the list of them hits that be knockin for the new year | |
I'ma vet in this rappin industry, you wet behind the ear | |
Shit, I even caught the San Quinton blues | |
Used to rock that mother****er every night, I paid my dues | |
[Chorus:] | |
I talked the talk, but now I'm walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what! | |
[Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
Im from the west but I don't ride the saddle | |
Used to do a lot of battle, | |
But you money are make your trunk rattle | |
Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties | |
Rap contests at Booker T'S, man it was everybody | |
Snatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way home | |
Once me and O' hit the jets, man we was gone | |
Up the stairs to the vacabt house, thats we're we prctice at | |
We didn't have a studio so man we had to work with that | |
No reel to reels, no mic, just the radio | |
Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the ghetto | |
Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make things right | |
I posted up at other people's shows begging to get the mic | |
I was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49ers | |
All I wanted to do was bust a rap before the headliners | |
They pushed me to the left, I said alright, that's cool | |
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my dues | |
[Chorus:] | |
I talked the talk, but now I'm walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what! | |
[Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
The difference is you're talking about the game you see I'm living in | |
And all my folks R.I.P, I'LL see you in a minute | |
Before I cut I gots to shock it cause I'm still pissed | |
For my mistakes, court dates and the time I missed | |
A lot of deputies in correctional facilities | |
I kept they ass up all night, but now they feelin me | |
From bangin on the walls and bustin raps off the top ten | |
Bet you never though I be the entertainer of the year | |
But why not, cause I've got, what it takes to represent | |
Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I'm never hesitant | |
Just ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beat | |
Them funky instrumentals kept me of the streets | |
They kept me motivated, I was always underrated | |
I bet my real folks wasn't surprised when I made it | |
Plus I gave them digits back to the parole board | |
So now I'm cool, I'd been paid my dues | |
[Chorus:] | |
I talked the talk, but now I'm walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What,what! |
zuo ci : Eaton, Forte | |
Testing one, two, three, four | |
Rappin 4tay, Rag Top records, nineteenninetysix | |
West up, let' s do this | |
Yeah Four, you done finally got that paroleCALL | |
Yeah man, that was long comeing trying get that, man | |
I understand that Four, but a lot of people don' t know | |
What you' ve done been through bro' | |
Man, a brother done been in this rap game for ten years, man | |
I' ve been from hell and back, you know Frank | |
But what' s gon' have to do | |
Is lay it down and lace it up like a shoestring | |
Ok, like this here... | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
Allow me to take you back down memory lane | |
When a player was so young in this rap game | |
Yeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a sucker out | |
Because moms wouldn' t about to let you in the house | |
Yeah, we had to throw em' in the days | |
Didn' t have glock, never seen a twelve gauge | |
Wasn' t no banging n' gang affiliated deaths | |
Brother had to go to school in the days to get a rep | |
Always wanted to bust a gang of these raps | |
And be the first player to put Frisco on the map | |
So add this to the list of them hits that be knockin for the new year | |
I' ma vet in this rappin industry, you wet behind the ear | |
Shit, I even caught the San Quinton blues | |
Used to rock that mother er every night, I paid my dues | |
Chorus: | |
I talked the talk, but now I' m walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What, what! | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
Im from the west but I don' t ride the saddle | |
Used to do a lot of battle, | |
But you money are make your trunk rattle | |
Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties | |
Rap contests at Booker T' S, man it was everybody | |
Snatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way home | |
Once me and O' hit the jets, man we was gone | |
Up the stairs to the vacabt house, thats we' re we prctice at | |
We didn' t have a studio so man we had to work with that | |
No reel to reels, no mic, just the radio | |
Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the ghetto | |
Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make things right | |
I posted up at other people' s shows begging to get the mic | |
I was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49ers | |
All I wanted to do was bust a rap before the headliners | |
They pushed me to the left, I said alright, that' s cool | |
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my dues | |
Chorus: | |
I talked the talk, but now I' m walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What, what! | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
The difference is you' re talking about the game you see I' m living in | |
And all my folks R. I. P, I' LL see you in a minute | |
Before I cut I gots to shock it cause I' m still pissed | |
For my mistakes, court dates and the time I missed | |
A lot of deputies in correctional facilities | |
I kept they ass up all night, but now they feelin me | |
From bangin on the walls and bustin raps off the top ten | |
Bet you never though I be the entertainer of the year | |
But why not, cause I' ve got, what it takes to represent | |
Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I' m never hesitant | |
Just ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beat | |
Them funky instrumentals kept me of the streets | |
They kept me motivated, I was always underrated | |
I bet my real folks wasn' t surprised when I made it | |
Plus I gave them digits back to the parole board | |
So now I' m cool, I' d been paid my dues | |
Chorus: | |
I talked the talk, but now I' m walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What, what! |
zuò cí : Eaton, Forte | |
Testing one, two, three, four | |
Rappin 4tay, Rag Top records, nineteenninetysix | |
West up, let' s do this | |
Yeah Four, you done finally got that paroleCALL | |
Yeah man, that was long comeing trying get that, man | |
I understand that Four, but a lot of people don' t know | |
What you' ve done been through bro' | |
Man, a brother done been in this rap game for ten years, man | |
I' ve been from hell and back, you know Frank | |
But what' s gon' have to do | |
Is lay it down and lace it up like a shoestring | |
Ok, like this here... | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
Allow me to take you back down memory lane | |
When a player was so young in this rap game | |
Yeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a sucker out | |
Because moms wouldn' t about to let you in the house | |
Yeah, we had to throw em' in the days | |
Didn' t have glock, never seen a twelve gauge | |
Wasn' t no banging n' gang affiliated deaths | |
Brother had to go to school in the days to get a rep | |
Always wanted to bust a gang of these raps | |
And be the first player to put Frisco on the map | |
So add this to the list of them hits that be knockin for the new year | |
I' ma vet in this rappin industry, you wet behind the ear | |
Shit, I even caught the San Quinton blues | |
Used to rock that mother er every night, I paid my dues | |
Chorus: | |
I talked the talk, but now I' m walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What, what! | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
Im from the west but I don' t ride the saddle | |
Used to do a lot of battle, | |
But you money are make your trunk rattle | |
Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties | |
Rap contests at Booker T' S, man it was everybody | |
Snatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way home | |
Once me and O' hit the jets, man we was gone | |
Up the stairs to the vacabt house, thats we' re we prctice at | |
We didn' t have a studio so man we had to work with that | |
No reel to reels, no mic, just the radio | |
Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the ghetto | |
Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make things right | |
I posted up at other people' s shows begging to get the mic | |
I was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49ers | |
All I wanted to do was bust a rap before the headliners | |
They pushed me to the left, I said alright, that' s cool | |
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my dues | |
Chorus: | |
I talked the talk, but now I' m walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What, what! | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
The difference is you' re talking about the game you see I' m living in | |
And all my folks R. I. P, I' LL see you in a minute | |
Before I cut I gots to shock it cause I' m still pissed | |
For my mistakes, court dates and the time I missed | |
A lot of deputies in correctional facilities | |
I kept they ass up all night, but now they feelin me | |
From bangin on the walls and bustin raps off the top ten | |
Bet you never though I be the entertainer of the year | |
But why not, cause I' ve got, what it takes to represent | |
Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I' m never hesitant | |
Just ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beat | |
Them funky instrumentals kept me of the streets | |
They kept me motivated, I was always underrated | |
I bet my real folks wasn' t surprised when I made it | |
Plus I gave them digits back to the parole board | |
So now I' m cool, I' d been paid my dues | |
Chorus: | |
I talked the talk, but now I' m walking the walk | |
What up, fool! Huh yeah! Yeah! What, what! |