Dis Iz Da Life - Explicit Version 歌词
| 歌曲 | Dis Iz Da Life - Explicit Version |
| 歌手 | St. Lunatics |
| 专辑 | Free City |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Yahgnam | |
| Man, I've been thinking | |
| What you've been thinking about man? | |
| Ever since | |
| Country Grammar done spent seven million | |
| Millions I told you | |
| That shit's been crazy | |
| Shit's been frucking crazy, | |
| I tell ya [Chorus - Ali & Murphy Lee] | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, | |
| I'm lovin that | |
| Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? | |
| Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot | |
| Before the haters who ain't ****in shoot up the parking lot | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, | |
| I'm lovin that | |
| Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? | |
| Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot | |
| Before the haters who ain't ****in shoot up the parking lot | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life [Murphy Lee] | |
| Ay yo, I'm | |
| Chachee Acolla, dirty, | |
| I know ya heard me ' | |
| Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, | |
| Murphy perverted | |
| And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at | |
| Keep a show packed, ay, | |
| Yella Mack, where my dough at? | |
| Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers | |
| Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver | |
| Playa hater hater, | |
| Lunatic rhyme maker | |
| I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker | |
| Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a | |
| I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up | |
| Short so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me | |
| I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me | |
| Murphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to be | |
| So I'm a be that, for six | |
| D-I-G-I-Ts | |
| I'm a L-U- | |
| N-A-T-I-C, 'bout to | |
| B-L-O-W-U- | |
| P, c'mon [Chorus] [Kyjuan] | |
| Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lot | |
| I be's that nigga like | |
| Vacant Lot | |
| I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot | |
| I'm takin a shot before | |
| I pull up on the lot | |
| It's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkin | |
| Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant | |
| They all linin up, all nines and up | |
| And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough | |
| Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough | |
| Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black | |
| With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow | |
| Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well | |
| That's if | |
| I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?) | |
| My coat got fur on it, | |
| I'm a slide right in | |
| And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin | |
| I got Sugar | |
| Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends [Chorus] [Nelly] | |
| Check it It ain't my fault | |
| I was born with | |
| Country Grammar and talk, ma' | |
| No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma' | |
| Slight limp son, you know, to | |
| Simpson I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some | |
| Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb | |
| I'm talkin brains in the back of the | |
| Range, (been done) | |
| I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one | |
| But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum | |
| Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?" | |
| Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name | |
| The one they couldn't tame, | |
| I ain't speakin from the vain | |
| I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain | |
| The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs | |
| I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs | |
| On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man | |
| She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay | |
| All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?) | |
| Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I) "You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same time | |
| Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right [Chorus] [talking] | |
| Ever since that | |
| Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life | |
| Man, I don't know, | |
| I've been thinking | |
| I don't man, like, everywhere | |
| I ****ing go they all know that "down, down, baby" shit | |
| Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing | |
| Everybody else around you changed, | |
| I have noticed that, | |
| I noticed that | |
| Maybe, maybe... | |
| You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one | |
| You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens | |
| Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore | |
| Everybody wants to be like, you know "**** him" | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin? (both) | |
| Maaaan, this is the life! |
| zuo qu : Yahgnam | |
| Man, I' ve been thinking | |
| What you' ve been thinking about man? | |
| Ever since | |
| Country Grammar done spent seven million | |
| Millions I told you | |
| That shit' s been crazy | |
| Shit' s been frucking crazy, | |
| I tell ya Chorus Ali Murphy Lee | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, | |
| I' m lovin that | |
| Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? | |
| Ma' come on ma', let' s break and leave the spot | |
| Before the haters who ain' t in shoot up the parking lot | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, | |
| I' m lovin that | |
| Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? | |
| Ma' come on ma', let' s break and leave the spot | |
| Before the haters who ain' t in shoot up the parking lot | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life Murphy Lee | |
| Ay yo, I' m | |
| Chachee Acolla, dirty, | |
| I know ya heard me ' | |
| Cause I' m fortyeight plus negative thirty, | |
| Murphy perverted | |
| And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at | |
| Keep a show packed, ay, | |
| Yella Mack, where my dough at? | |
| Herky got my quarter0 sack and blunt papers | |
| Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver | |
| Playa hater hater, | |
| Lunatic rhyme maker | |
| I' m the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker | |
| Call me when you finna' break up, you can' t take a | |
| I take curr care a that, it be ok when we wake up | |
| Short so I gotta layup, no dunkin for me | |
| I sport the ten, ain' t no puntin for me | |
| Murphy Lee the school boy' s what you want me to be | |
| So I' m a be that, for six | |
| DIGITs | |
| I' m a LU | |
| NATIC, ' bout to | |
| BLOWU | |
| P, c' mon Chorus Kyjuan | |
| Y' all be hatin a lot ' cause we makin a lot | |
| I be' s that nigga like | |
| Vacant Lot | |
| I' m achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot | |
| I' m takin a shot before | |
| I pull up on the lot | |
| It' s V. I. P. parkin, walked in sparkin | |
| Ain' t nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant | |
| They all linin up, all nines and up | |
| And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough | |
| Long skirt, cornrows, she' s fine enough | |
| Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black | |
| With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow | |
| Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well | |
| That' s if | |
| I had a curve on it, no standin in line who, me? | |
| My coat got fur on it, | |
| I' m a slide right in | |
| And I keep a room key, ain' t no need for no pin | |
| I got Sugar | |
| Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends Chorus Nelly | |
| Check it It ain' t my fault | |
| I was born with | |
| Country Grammar and talk, ma' | |
| No ma', I ain' t hurt, that' s just my walk, ma' | |
| Slight limp son, you know, to | |
| Simpson I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some | |
| Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb | |
| I' m talkin brains in the back of the | |
| Range, been done | |
| I be' s like only fiveten, weighin onesevenone | |
| But if you close your eyes, swore you' re gettin crushed by a bum | |
| Be like " oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?" | |
| Whichever one just made you came, then that' ll be thy name | |
| The one they couldn' t tame, | |
| I ain' t speakin from the vain | |
| I' m speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain | |
| The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs | |
| I can see you' re fascinated by the trucks and thangs | |
| On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man | |
| She must' ve been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay | |
| All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, why? | |
| Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day I " You boys for real", " you fakin" at the same time | |
| Gotta set the game tight ' cause some a y' all ain' t playin right Chorus talking | |
| Ever since that | |
| Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life | |
| Man, I don' t know, | |
| I' ve been thinking | |
| I don' t man, like, everywhere | |
| I ing go they all know that " down, down, baby" shit | |
| Maybe it' s nothing changed, it' s the other people around them changing | |
| Everybody else around you changed, | |
| I have noticed that, | |
| I noticed that | |
| Maybe, maybe... | |
| You just try to do what you' ve been tryin to do from day one | |
| You know, it' s like everybody with you until this shit happens | |
| Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore | |
| Everybody wants to be like, you know " him" | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin? both | |
| Maaaan, this is the life! |
| zuò qǔ : Yahgnam | |
| Man, I' ve been thinking | |
| What you' ve been thinking about man? | |
| Ever since | |
| Country Grammar done spent seven million | |
| Millions I told you | |
| That shit' s been crazy | |
| Shit' s been frucking crazy, | |
| I tell ya Chorus Ali Murphy Lee | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, | |
| I' m lovin that | |
| Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? | |
| Ma' come on ma', let' s break and leave the spot | |
| Before the haters who ain' t in shoot up the parking lot | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, | |
| I' m lovin that | |
| Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? | |
| Ma' come on ma', let' s break and leave the spot | |
| Before the haters who ain' t in shoot up the parking lot | |
| Maaaaaan, this is the life Murphy Lee | |
| Ay yo, I' m | |
| Chachee Acolla, dirty, | |
| I know ya heard me ' | |
| Cause I' m fortyeight plus negative thirty, | |
| Murphy perverted | |
| And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at | |
| Keep a show packed, ay, | |
| Yella Mack, where my dough at? | |
| Herky got my quarter0 sack and blunt papers | |
| Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver | |
| Playa hater hater, | |
| Lunatic rhyme maker | |
| I' m the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker | |
| Call me when you finna' break up, you can' t take a | |
| I take curr care a that, it be ok when we wake up | |
| Short so I gotta layup, no dunkin for me | |
| I sport the ten, ain' t no puntin for me | |
| Murphy Lee the school boy' s what you want me to be | |
| So I' m a be that, for six | |
| DIGITs | |
| I' m a LU | |
| NATIC, ' bout to | |
| BLOWU | |
| P, c' mon Chorus Kyjuan | |
| Y' all be hatin a lot ' cause we makin a lot | |
| I be' s that nigga like | |
| Vacant Lot | |
| I' m achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot | |
| I' m takin a shot before | |
| I pull up on the lot | |
| It' s V. I. P. parkin, walked in sparkin | |
| Ain' t nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant | |
| They all linin up, all nines and up | |
| And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough | |
| Long skirt, cornrows, she' s fine enough | |
| Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black | |
| With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow | |
| Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well | |
| That' s if | |
| I had a curve on it, no standin in line who, me? | |
| My coat got fur on it, | |
| I' m a slide right in | |
| And I keep a room key, ain' t no need for no pin | |
| I got Sugar | |
| Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends Chorus Nelly | |
| Check it It ain' t my fault | |
| I was born with | |
| Country Grammar and talk, ma' | |
| No ma', I ain' t hurt, that' s just my walk, ma' | |
| Slight limp son, you know, to | |
| Simpson I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some | |
| Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb | |
| I' m talkin brains in the back of the | |
| Range, been done | |
| I be' s like only fiveten, weighin onesevenone | |
| But if you close your eyes, swore you' re gettin crushed by a bum | |
| Be like " oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?" | |
| Whichever one just made you came, then that' ll be thy name | |
| The one they couldn' t tame, | |
| I ain' t speakin from the vain | |
| I' m speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain | |
| The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs | |
| I can see you' re fascinated by the trucks and thangs | |
| On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man | |
| She must' ve been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay | |
| All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, why? | |
| Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day I " You boys for real", " you fakin" at the same time | |
| Gotta set the game tight ' cause some a y' all ain' t playin right Chorus talking | |
| Ever since that | |
| Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life | |
| Man, I don' t know, | |
| I' ve been thinking | |
| I don' t man, like, everywhere | |
| I ing go they all know that " down, down, baby" shit | |
| Maybe it' s nothing changed, it' s the other people around them changing | |
| Everybody else around you changed, | |
| I have noticed that, | |
| I noticed that | |
| Maybe, maybe... | |
| You just try to do what you' ve been tryin to do from day one | |
| You know, it' s like everybody with you until this shit happens | |
| Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore | |
| Everybody wants to be like, you know " him" | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin? both | |
| Maaaan, this is the life! |
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