Catch 'Em In The Mornin' 歌词
| 歌曲 | Catch 'Em In The Mornin' |
| 歌手 | Jayo Felony |
| 专辑 | Crip Hop |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| One Shot Kill, Yeah! Up in the morning (up in the mornin) | |
| Serve the whole Roc-A-Fela camp like this here (killa! killa!) | |
| All the money in the world couldn't save y'all from the sad whoopin (let's | |
| Get it ridin) | |
| Keep shadow boxing and practicin | |
| But it aint gon help ya | |
| Cus it's all natural, keep all terrain | |
| They wonder where did I get the heart to check ya, neglect ya | |
| Don't get caught up in my set no Roc-A-Fella diserspecta | |
| It's on and ain't no turnin back, I bang while I'm telling this | |
| I'm about to put hit out in a form while I'm using my alias | |
| I keep but by then, SD we ride in | |
| Got 'em woderin how ya One Shot Kill just slide in | |
| I'm like mama feel me, just look at what I did | |
| Help Beanie and Memphis Bleek over on Coronado Bridge | |
| And y'all both supposed to be deceased before the police come and find me | |
| Got your own homies screamin, "Bullet Loc we love that money" | |
| No advantage by distributing now we get the same cash | |
| For my skills, I kidnapped Amil in bang dash | |
| Caught up Russle Simmons, quickly collected my ransom | |
| Put a straight jacket on me cuz I'm throwin a tantrum | |
| Me and my Dulo gangbangas ride-ride and smash | |
| You can sign Daz and Kurupt I'm still gon bust on yo ass | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| Y'all better tell Jay-Z I catch 'em in the mornin | |
| Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gon then | |
| Call up my hood if it's on, it's on then | |
| Y'all been perpetratin cheese, y'all the wrong men | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| They skip to this and hop | |
| They crip to this and drop | |
| They top and pop they collas | |
| Homies in Impalas | |
| Yeah she look like a dime but hotta than a hot model | |
| But she always bring her smoke and her own bottle | |
| I fear nothing to keep | |
| Comin with heat I hit the street | |
| Enemy goals come at me foul | |
| I bust 'em in they bowels | |
| It's nothing to slay my comp, but do away with these scrubs | |
| Carry "SD" on my shoulders, money, diamonds and drugs | |
| They go from broke and don't get choked out, let my locs out | |
| Dulo gang rida doped out, with a smoke out | |
| I'm like Tyson, man I make you all start singin then retire | |
| I cuss like Richard Pryor, voice strong as a choir | |
| I'm in a rage ridin for life and Roc-A-Fella can't calm me | |
| Instead trying of building an army why they tryin to disarm me? | |
| But I'm still laughin while I got 'em duckin and runnin | |
| Don't get scared now the new album Crip Hop comin | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| Y'all better tell Jay-Z I catch 'em in the mornin | |
| Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gon then | |
| Call up my hood if it's on, it's on then | |
| Y'all been perpetratin cheese, y'all the wrong men | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| I'm all up in NYC this NAC | |
| Saw a fat girl named Beanie up in MTV | |
| What's happenin cuz, what up money? | |
| This fo we crip Piiiiimp, 'fore I blink this nigga dip | |
| I expect that ho like you've been known to run off | |
| I would of took flight if you would have sneezed or cough | |
| And the females that was wit it was like "Money was scared yo" | |
| Cus they all know Bullet Loc from the big 4-0 | |
| Talkin about on Sunset he runs sets | |
| I'm like cuz, it ain't one set on Sunset, what the hell is that? | |
| Y'all singin about "Changin the Game" | |
| I'ma have you changin ya name | |
| Cuz, get back before I pop ya brains | |
| Always mean what I say, and I stay Blued Up! | |
| You make 9 songs in 2 days and still can't fade "Trued Up" | |
| Come and see a real rida on yo block is where I pot at | |
| You can't even rock Marcy without getting shot at | |
| And that's that! |
| One Shot Kill, Yeah! Up in the morning up in the mornin | |
| Serve the whole RocAFela camp like this here killa! killa! | |
| All the money in the world couldn' t save y' all from the sad whoopin let' s | |
| Get it ridin | |
| Keep shadow boxing and practicin | |
| But it aint gon help ya | |
| Cus it' s all natural, keep all terrain | |
| They wonder where did I get the heart to check ya, neglect ya | |
| Don' t get caught up in my set no RocAFella diserspecta | |
| It' s on and ain' t no turnin back, I bang while I' m telling this | |
| I' m about to put hit out in a form while I' m using my alias | |
| I keep but by then, SD we ride in | |
| Got ' em woderin how ya One Shot Kill just slide in | |
| I' m like mama feel me, just look at what I did | |
| Help Beanie and Memphis Bleek over on Coronado Bridge | |
| And y' all both supposed to be deceased before the police come and find me | |
| Got your own homies screamin, " Bullet Loc we love that money" | |
| No advantage by distributing now we get the same cash | |
| For my skills, I kidnapped Amil in bang dash | |
| Caught up Russle Simmons, quickly collected my ransom | |
| Put a straight jacket on me cuz I' m throwin a tantrum | |
| Me and my Dulo gangbangas rideride and smash | |
| You can sign Daz and Kurupt I' m still gon bust on yo ass | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Y' all better tell JayZ I catch ' em in the mornin | |
| Loco Recordship and platinum RocAFella is gon then | |
| Call up my hood if it' s on, it' s on then | |
| Y' all been perpetratin cheese, y' all the wrong men | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| They skip to this and hop | |
| They crip to this and drop | |
| They top and pop they collas | |
| Homies in Impalas | |
| Yeah she look like a dime but hotta than a hot model | |
| But she always bring her smoke and her own bottle | |
| I fear nothing to keep | |
| Comin with heat I hit the street | |
| Enemy goals come at me foul | |
| I bust ' em in they bowels | |
| It' s nothing to slay my comp, but do away with these scrubs | |
| Carry " SD" on my shoulders, money, diamonds and drugs | |
| They go from broke and don' t get choked out, let my locs out | |
| Dulo gang rida doped out, with a smoke out | |
| I' m like Tyson, man I make you all start singin then retire | |
| I cuss like Richard Pryor, voice strong as a choir | |
| I' m in a rage ridin for life and RocAFella can' t calm me | |
| Instead trying of building an army why they tryin to disarm me? | |
| But I' m still laughin while I got ' em duckin and runnin | |
| Don' t get scared now the new album Crip Hop comin | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Y' all better tell JayZ I catch ' em in the mornin | |
| Loco Recordship and platinum RocAFella is gon then | |
| Call up my hood if it' s on, it' s on then | |
| Y' all been perpetratin cheese, y' all the wrong men | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| I' m all up in NYC this NAC | |
| Saw a fat girl named Beanie up in MTV | |
| What' s happenin cuz, what up money? | |
| This fo we crip Piiiiimp, ' fore I blink this nigga dip | |
| I expect that ho like you' ve been known to run off | |
| I would of took flight if you would have sneezed or cough | |
| And the females that was wit it was like " Money was scared yo" | |
| Cus they all know Bullet Loc from the big 40 | |
| Talkin about on Sunset he runs sets | |
| I' m like cuz, it ain' t one set on Sunset, what the hell is that? | |
| Y' all singin about " Changin the Game" | |
| I' ma have you changin ya name | |
| Cuz, get back before I pop ya brains | |
| Always mean what I say, and I stay Blued Up! | |
| You make 9 songs in 2 days and still can' t fade " Trued Up" | |
| Come and see a real rida on yo block is where I pot at | |
| You can' t even rock Marcy without getting shot at | |
| And that' s that! |
| One Shot Kill, Yeah! Up in the morning up in the mornin | |
| Serve the whole RocAFela camp like this here killa! killa! | |
| All the money in the world couldn' t save y' all from the sad whoopin let' s | |
| Get it ridin | |
| Keep shadow boxing and practicin | |
| But it aint gon help ya | |
| Cus it' s all natural, keep all terrain | |
| They wonder where did I get the heart to check ya, neglect ya | |
| Don' t get caught up in my set no RocAFella diserspecta | |
| It' s on and ain' t no turnin back, I bang while I' m telling this | |
| I' m about to put hit out in a form while I' m using my alias | |
| I keep but by then, SD we ride in | |
| Got ' em woderin how ya One Shot Kill just slide in | |
| I' m like mama feel me, just look at what I did | |
| Help Beanie and Memphis Bleek over on Coronado Bridge | |
| And y' all both supposed to be deceased before the police come and find me | |
| Got your own homies screamin, " Bullet Loc we love that money" | |
| No advantage by distributing now we get the same cash | |
| For my skills, I kidnapped Amil in bang dash | |
| Caught up Russle Simmons, quickly collected my ransom | |
| Put a straight jacket on me cuz I' m throwin a tantrum | |
| Me and my Dulo gangbangas rideride and smash | |
| You can sign Daz and Kurupt I' m still gon bust on yo ass | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Y' all better tell JayZ I catch ' em in the mornin | |
| Loco Recordship and platinum RocAFella is gon then | |
| Call up my hood if it' s on, it' s on then | |
| Y' all been perpetratin cheese, y' all the wrong men | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| They skip to this and hop | |
| They crip to this and drop | |
| They top and pop they collas | |
| Homies in Impalas | |
| Yeah she look like a dime but hotta than a hot model | |
| But she always bring her smoke and her own bottle | |
| I fear nothing to keep | |
| Comin with heat I hit the street | |
| Enemy goals come at me foul | |
| I bust ' em in they bowels | |
| It' s nothing to slay my comp, but do away with these scrubs | |
| Carry " SD" on my shoulders, money, diamonds and drugs | |
| They go from broke and don' t get choked out, let my locs out | |
| Dulo gang rida doped out, with a smoke out | |
| I' m like Tyson, man I make you all start singin then retire | |
| I cuss like Richard Pryor, voice strong as a choir | |
| I' m in a rage ridin for life and RocAFella can' t calm me | |
| Instead trying of building an army why they tryin to disarm me? | |
| But I' m still laughin while I got ' em duckin and runnin | |
| Don' t get scared now the new album Crip Hop comin | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Y' all better tell JayZ I catch ' em in the mornin | |
| Loco Recordship and platinum RocAFella is gon then | |
| Call up my hood if it' s on, it' s on then | |
| Y' all been perpetratin cheese, y' all the wrong men | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| I' m all up in NYC this NAC | |
| Saw a fat girl named Beanie up in MTV | |
| What' s happenin cuz, what up money? | |
| This fo we crip Piiiiimp, ' fore I blink this nigga dip | |
| I expect that ho like you' ve been known to run off | |
| I would of took flight if you would have sneezed or cough | |
| And the females that was wit it was like " Money was scared yo" | |
| Cus they all know Bullet Loc from the big 40 | |
| Talkin about on Sunset he runs sets | |
| I' m like cuz, it ain' t one set on Sunset, what the hell is that? | |
| Y' all singin about " Changin the Game" | |
| I' ma have you changin ya name | |
| Cuz, get back before I pop ya brains | |
| Always mean what I say, and I stay Blued Up! | |
| You make 9 songs in 2 days and still can' t fade " Trued Up" | |
| Come and see a real rida on yo block is where I pot at | |
| You can' t even rock Marcy without getting shot at | |
| And that' s that! |
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