Sorta Like A Psycho 歌词
| 歌曲 | Sorta Like A Psycho |
| 歌手 | RBL Posse |
| 专辑 | A Lesson To Be Learned |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : R.B.L. Posse | |
| (Black C) | |
| Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go | |
| Spray the whole town 'cause a nigga is a schizo | |
| Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean | |
| But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine | |
| (What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor | |
| So you wanna be captain save a hoe? | |
| Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat | |
| (Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mothaf**kin mac | |
| Or my deuce deuce, mothaf**kin call it what you want to | |
| (I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-room | |
| Mothaf**ka Mothaf**ka mothaf**ka pretty soon | |
| Since you're on my f**kin penis | |
| why don't you drop to your f**kin knees | |
| Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah | |
| Bark like a dog and just make my mothaf**kin day, nigga | |
| Ya f**kin wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic | |
| nigga that is all wrong | |
| B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothaf**kin name | |
| I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge | |
| Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off | |
| Then I hit the cuts with my mothaf**kin sawed off | |
| Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot | |
| But next time, I use my mothaf**kin Glock | |
| (chorus) | |
| To the old school nigga where I'm known the most | |
| Hunter's Point, give it up smooth | |
| Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack | |
| While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs | |
| But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope game | |
| And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothaf**kin biz wax | |
| A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max | |
| A mothaf**kin rebel (a crazy ass basket) | |
| Punk mothaf**ka just call me Charles Manson | |
| Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth) | |
| Is my mothaf**kin moto | |
| But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me | |
| And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T | |
| Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm | |
| feelin shake and bake em | |
| Tippy tippy toe to my mothaf**kin back door | |
| I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo | |
| Bitch gimme some mothaf**kin zig zags ho | |
| Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad | |
| Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass | |
| But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time | |
| Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9 | |
| Stepped went crept to the mothaf**kin window | |
| The gun in the right hand, the left one indo | |
| But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill | |
| F**k that shit gimme a break down before I get ill | |
| Chorus | |
| I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herse | |
| F**kin wit me should've checked his f**kin head first | |
| I pulled out the U to the Z to the I | |
| Punk mothaf**kas weren't prepared for the homicide | |
| Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing | |
| Got four in the head and one in the nigga layin | |
| And if they didn't know me right now | |
| Then they'll never ever ever ever know me | |
| (Mr.Cee) | |
| So you should've be listenin from the get go | |
| 'cause the villian on the under is about to flow | |
| I'm a nigga that moves in silence | |
| And I get a head rush in the midst of violence | |
| A lot of people don't think highly | |
| The reason 'cause I'm a product of a violent society | |
| And that's the why the shit goes | |
| Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold | |
| And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger | |
| You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger | |
| Yeah there's a lesson to be learned | |
| But no one took notes, so niggas get burned | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : R. B. L. Posse | |
| Black C | |
| Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go | |
| Spray the whole town ' cause a nigga is a schizo | |
| Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean | |
| But I' m sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine | |
| What you gonna do that shit fo?, lay your punk ass on the floor | |
| So you wanna be captain save a hoe? | |
| Ratatat ratarat ratatattat | |
| Is that a cap gun?, no it' s my mothaf kin mac | |
| Or my deuce deuce, mothaf kin call it what you want to | |
| I call my shit a gun, well I call my shit the makeroom | |
| Mothaf ka Mothaf ka mothaf ka pretty soon | |
| Since you' re on my f kin penis | |
| why don' t you drop to your f kin knees | |
| Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah | |
| Bark like a dog and just make my mothaf kin day, nigga | |
| Ya f kin wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic | |
| nigga that is all wrong | |
| BLACKC, my mothaf kin name | |
| I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge | |
| Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off | |
| Then I hit the cuts with my mothaf kin sawed off | |
| Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot | |
| But next time, I use my mothaf kin Glock | |
| chorus | |
| To the old school nigga where I' m known the most | |
| Hunter' s Point, give it up smooth | |
| Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack | |
| While I' m up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs | |
| But it ain' t no thang, my bitch in the dope game | |
| And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothaf kin biz wax | |
| A nigga' s fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max | |
| A mothaf kin rebel a crazy ass basket | |
| Punk mothaf ka just call me Charles Manson | |
| Tear it off bro, man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth | |
| Is my mothaf kin moto | |
| But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me | |
| And I' m not goin out like my boy Tony T | |
| Bring em on bring em on bring em, I' m fin to hit the cuts and I' m | |
| feelin shake and bake em | |
| Tippy tippy toe to my mothaf kin back door | |
| I' m fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo | |
| Bitch gimme some mothaf kin zig zags ho | |
| Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad | |
| Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass | |
| But I' m not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time | |
| Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9 | |
| Stepped went crept to the mothaf kin window | |
| The gun in the right hand, the left one indo | |
| But the course is clear I' m fin to take a chill pill | |
| F k that shit gimme a break down before I get ill | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herse | |
| F kin wit me should' ve checked his f kin head first | |
| I pulled out the U to the Z to the I | |
| Punk mothaf kas weren' t prepared for the homicide | |
| Ratatat ratatat same damn thing | |
| Got four in the head and one in the nigga layin | |
| And if they didn' t know me right now | |
| Then they' ll never ever ever ever know me | |
| Mr. Cee | |
| So you should' ve be listenin from the get go | |
| ' cause the villian on the under is about to flow | |
| I' m a nigga that moves in silence | |
| And I get a head rush in the midst of violence | |
| A lot of people don' t think highly | |
| The reason ' cause I' m a product of a violent society | |
| And that' s the why the shit goes | |
| Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold | |
| And it don' t matter if you' re ten pounds bigger | |
| You' ll just fall harder when I pull this trigger | |
| Yeah there' s a lesson to be learned | |
| But no one took notes, so niggas get burned | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : R. B. L. Posse | |
| Black C | |
| Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go | |
| Spray the whole town ' cause a nigga is a schizo | |
| Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean | |
| But I' m sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine | |
| What you gonna do that shit fo?, lay your punk ass on the floor | |
| So you wanna be captain save a hoe? | |
| Ratatat ratarat ratatattat | |
| Is that a cap gun?, no it' s my mothaf kin mac | |
| Or my deuce deuce, mothaf kin call it what you want to | |
| I call my shit a gun, well I call my shit the makeroom | |
| Mothaf ka Mothaf ka mothaf ka pretty soon | |
| Since you' re on my f kin penis | |
| why don' t you drop to your f kin knees | |
| Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah | |
| Bark like a dog and just make my mothaf kin day, nigga | |
| Ya f kin wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic | |
| nigga that is all wrong | |
| BLACKC, my mothaf kin name | |
| I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge | |
| Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off | |
| Then I hit the cuts with my mothaf kin sawed off | |
| Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot | |
| But next time, I use my mothaf kin Glock | |
| chorus | |
| To the old school nigga where I' m known the most | |
| Hunter' s Point, give it up smooth | |
| Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack | |
| While I' m up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs | |
| But it ain' t no thang, my bitch in the dope game | |
| And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothaf kin biz wax | |
| A nigga' s fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max | |
| A mothaf kin rebel a crazy ass basket | |
| Punk mothaf ka just call me Charles Manson | |
| Tear it off bro, man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth | |
| Is my mothaf kin moto | |
| But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me | |
| And I' m not goin out like my boy Tony T | |
| Bring em on bring em on bring em, I' m fin to hit the cuts and I' m | |
| feelin shake and bake em | |
| Tippy tippy toe to my mothaf kin back door | |
| I' m fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo | |
| Bitch gimme some mothaf kin zig zags ho | |
| Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad | |
| Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass | |
| But I' m not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time | |
| Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9 | |
| Stepped went crept to the mothaf kin window | |
| The gun in the right hand, the left one indo | |
| But the course is clear I' m fin to take a chill pill | |
| F k that shit gimme a break down before I get ill | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herse | |
| F kin wit me should' ve checked his f kin head first | |
| I pulled out the U to the Z to the I | |
| Punk mothaf kas weren' t prepared for the homicide | |
| Ratatat ratatat same damn thing | |
| Got four in the head and one in the nigga layin | |
| And if they didn' t know me right now | |
| Then they' ll never ever ever ever know me | |
| Mr. Cee | |
| So you should' ve be listenin from the get go | |
| ' cause the villian on the under is about to flow | |
| I' m a nigga that moves in silence | |
| And I get a head rush in the midst of violence | |
| A lot of people don' t think highly | |
| The reason ' cause I' m a product of a violent society | |
| And that' s the why the shit goes | |
| Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold | |
| And it don' t matter if you' re ten pounds bigger | |
| You' ll just fall harder when I pull this trigger | |
| Yeah there' s a lesson to be learned | |
| But no one took notes, so niggas get burned | |
| Chorus |
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