歌曲 | Get Flipped |
歌手 | Roscoe |
专辑 | Young Roscoe Philaphornia |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blake, Williams | |
Let's go | |
I need somebody to send me some zig-zags back here | |
Yeah | |
A couple seconds of game, I got you telling me your bra-size | |
It's YA up in the club, now it's all eyes | |
We kick-back with the click-clack, sitting in my lap | |
While I'm dipping in my 'llac | |
And chicken heads always hit a nigga back | |
When they see 'em how I'm rolling, sitting on a stack | |
Scoe-Dellic, let a pro tell it | |
Cop a gang of snow, and let a hoe sell it | |
Blow dro 'til my eyes turn mo' yellow | |
Rule number one, when the cops come, no telling | |
So poetic, the flow genetic | |
And I couldn't have said it better than my big bro said it | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she'll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she'll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha | |
Everybody talking that garbage, don't wanna walk wit' | |
What they talk, walk the walk | |
Wanna step to the street, ain't got no heat | |
Ain't ready to ride, when it's on the spot | |
I come off the rain, I'm off the chain | |
I'm off the cane, like Eddie Cane off the 'caine | |
Yeah, all the same | |
And I'm in it for the dollars, ya feel me then holla (Scoe!) | |
And all the homies on the streets, ain't got no love for a nigga on the beat | |
Cause a nigga on the beat got money in his pocket, now they jealous of me | |
So now they looking in my face like they wanna take something from me | |
Looking at my money | |
I'm like 'Nah', now Im looking at the honey | |
Like what she wanna do, wanna roll wit' the crew | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she'll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she'll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha | |
Oh shizzle, Mr Scoe-Dizzle | |
Yo' brizzle all on my jizzle | |
Now this here's where it counts | |
So walk in, +Jig+ it out, like +Show Me The Bounce+ | |
Show me the shake, and show me the drop | |
Show me the snake, and show me the watch | |
She was making it break, and making it pop | |
Wiggling it fast, then slow to making it stop | |
Now should I play my part, and do my thing? | |
Or keep it G? I chose to remain composed | |
Taking off her clothes | |
But I'm Young Scoe-Dellic, I don't love them hoes | |
The B-O-Y wit' the D-U-I, and the SUV full of THC | |
The K-I-D wit' P-H-I-D, I burn rubber like I had HIV | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she'll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she'll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha |
zuo qu : Blake, Williams | |
Let' s go | |
I need somebody to send me some zigzags back here | |
Yeah | |
A couple seconds of game, I got you telling me your brasize | |
It' s YA up in the club, now it' s all eyes | |
We kickback with the clickclack, sitting in my lap | |
While I' m dipping in my ' llac | |
And chicken heads always hit a nigga back | |
When they see ' em how I' m rolling, sitting on a stack | |
ScoeDellic, let a pro tell it | |
Cop a gang of snow, and let a hoe sell it | |
Blow dro ' til my eyes turn mo' yellow | |
Rule number one, when the cops come, no telling | |
So poetic, the flow genetic | |
And I couldn' t have said it better than my big bro said it | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she' ll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she' ll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha | |
Everybody talking that garbage, don' t wanna walk wit' | |
What they talk, walk the walk | |
Wanna step to the street, ain' t got no heat | |
Ain' t ready to ride, when it' s on the spot | |
I come off the rain, I' m off the chain | |
I' m off the cane, like Eddie Cane off the ' caine | |
Yeah, all the same | |
And I' m in it for the dollars, ya feel me then holla Scoe! | |
And all the homies on the streets, ain' t got no love for a nigga on the beat | |
Cause a nigga on the beat got money in his pocket, now they jealous of me | |
So now they looking in my face like they wanna take something from me | |
Looking at my money | |
I' m like ' Nah', now Im looking at the honey | |
Like what she wanna do, wanna roll wit' the crew | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she' ll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she' ll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha | |
Oh shizzle, Mr ScoeDizzle | |
Yo' brizzle all on my jizzle | |
Now this here' s where it counts | |
So walk in, Jig it out, like Show Me The Bounce | |
Show me the shake, and show me the drop | |
Show me the snake, and show me the watch | |
She was making it break, and making it pop | |
Wiggling it fast, then slow to making it stop | |
Now should I play my part, and do my thing? | |
Or keep it G? I chose to remain composed | |
Taking off her clothes | |
But I' m Young ScoeDellic, I don' t love them hoes | |
The BOY wit' the DUI, and the SUV full of THC | |
The KID wit' PHID, I burn rubber like I had HIV | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she' ll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she' ll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha |
zuò qǔ : Blake, Williams | |
Let' s go | |
I need somebody to send me some zigzags back here | |
Yeah | |
A couple seconds of game, I got you telling me your brasize | |
It' s YA up in the club, now it' s all eyes | |
We kickback with the clickclack, sitting in my lap | |
While I' m dipping in my ' llac | |
And chicken heads always hit a nigga back | |
When they see ' em how I' m rolling, sitting on a stack | |
ScoeDellic, let a pro tell it | |
Cop a gang of snow, and let a hoe sell it | |
Blow dro ' til my eyes turn mo' yellow | |
Rule number one, when the cops come, no telling | |
So poetic, the flow genetic | |
And I couldn' t have said it better than my big bro said it | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she' ll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she' ll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha | |
Everybody talking that garbage, don' t wanna walk wit' | |
What they talk, walk the walk | |
Wanna step to the street, ain' t got no heat | |
Ain' t ready to ride, when it' s on the spot | |
I come off the rain, I' m off the chain | |
I' m off the cane, like Eddie Cane off the ' caine | |
Yeah, all the same | |
And I' m in it for the dollars, ya feel me then holla Scoe! | |
And all the homies on the streets, ain' t got no love for a nigga on the beat | |
Cause a nigga on the beat got money in his pocket, now they jealous of me | |
So now they looking in my face like they wanna take something from me | |
Looking at my money | |
I' m like ' Nah', now Im looking at the honey | |
Like what she wanna do, wanna roll wit' the crew | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she' ll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she' ll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha | |
Oh shizzle, Mr ScoeDizzle | |
Yo' brizzle all on my jizzle | |
Now this here' s where it counts | |
So walk in, Jig it out, like Show Me The Bounce | |
Show me the shake, and show me the drop | |
Show me the snake, and show me the watch | |
She was making it break, and making it pop | |
Wiggling it fast, then slow to making it stop | |
Now should I play my part, and do my thing? | |
Or keep it G? I chose to remain composed | |
Taking off her clothes | |
But I' m Young ScoeDellic, I don' t love them hoes | |
The BOY wit' the DUI, and the SUV full of THC | |
The KID wit' PHID, I burn rubber like I had HIV | |
Take her to the spot, get flipped | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
You better watch your back though, cause she' ll stick ya | |
Never call her back, cause she' ll flip | |
She a flipper, once she off liquor | |
Hit it from the back, she get thicker | |
After that, holla back, I get wit' cha |