歌曲 | Nowalaters |
歌手 | The Coup |
专辑 | Party Music |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Riley | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush | |
And I'm implyin' I ain't had no business cryin' | |
'Cause we used the rubber twice | |
And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust | |
Well we was only seventeen | |
But you was older in between | |
And in my fresh Adidas fits | |
I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine | |
Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in | |
A nymphomaniac was with it, that's just a clip, more experience | |
Beat on my chest when I was put to the test | |
You said "Got damn nigga, that ain't how ya get it in" | |
Dashboards for the leverage, tall cans for beverage | |
The weed can make you courageous, make a Honda Civic seem so spacious | |
Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway | |
You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked high-top fades | |
And Jesse Johnson's "Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I'm still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
The lake don't smell so bad now, do it | |
Don't trip off ya hair baby just re-glue it | |
The windows is fogged up, can't nobody view it | |
Put down the O-E and turn up the Howard Huett | |
And some more, we had things to discuss | |
Like how we do it, we got ambiotic fluid | |
And a baby floatin' though it | |
Hey, imagine if it look like us, it was me up in the vaginary | |
And I'ma love my kids whether real or imaginary | |
Quit school, work well depends at the mall next to Fashion Berry | |
Operation cash and carry | |
Manual labor from six to noon | |
Makin' six kabooms, got a baby that's fixin' to bloom | |
And he befits the groom plus grips the spoon | |
So let me twist the ploom | |
And inhale and emit the fumes | |
You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked high-top fades | |
And Jesse Johnson's "Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I'm still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
I was composed, I didn't even crack a frown | |
I was supposed to let my parents fall down | |
And show my ass when I found | |
That the baby was four months early and around ten pounds | |
I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers | |
From those who don't really give a **** about life | |
She said "It ain't so much that they startin' out younger" | |
"It's just they supposed to be more like a wife" | |
Meanin' you ain't shit without a man to guide you | |
If ya mama tried to feed you that she lied too | |
Make ya grab any mother****er that ride through | |
If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too | |
Plus I know that you must have been scared | |
It made it easy when the feelings were shared | |
Flashback to 20/20 | |
I know you waitin' for the dollars 'cause you knew I had funny money | |
Yellin' all loud like I'ma tear the whole hood up | |
Don't tempt me cause the real daddy stood up | |
He said I was a mark for believin' in you | |
Now it's more that I'm seein' is true | |
There's a few things I'd like to say in this letter | |
Like I wish I would've seen him grow | |
And ask my wife I learned to **** much better | |
And thank you for lettin' me go | |
Yeah, thank you for lettin' me go | |
For real, thank you for lettin' me go | |
You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked high-top fades | |
And Jesse Johnson's "Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I'm still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey |
zuo ci : Riley | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush | |
And I' m implyin' I ain' t had no business cryin' | |
' Cause we used the rubber twice | |
And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust | |
Well we was only seventeen | |
But you was older in between | |
And in my fresh Adidas fits | |
I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine | |
Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in | |
A nymphomaniac was with it, that' s just a clip, more experience | |
Beat on my chest when I was put to the test | |
You said " Got damn nigga, that ain' t how ya get it in" | |
Dashboards for the leverage, tall cans for beverage | |
The weed can make you courageous, make a Honda Civic seem so spacious | |
Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway | |
You smelled like CareFree Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked hightop fades | |
And Jesse Johnson' s " Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I' m still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
The lake don' t smell so bad now, do it | |
Don' t trip off ya hair baby just reglue it | |
The windows is fogged up, can' t nobody view it | |
Put down the OE and turn up the Howard Huett | |
And some more, we had things to discuss | |
Like how we do it, we got ambiotic fluid | |
And a baby floatin' though it | |
Hey, imagine if it look like us, it was me up in the vaginary | |
And I' ma love my kids whether real or imaginary | |
Quit school, work well depends at the mall next to Fashion Berry | |
Operation cash and carry | |
Manual labor from six to noon | |
Makin' six kabooms, got a baby that' s fixin' to bloom | |
And he befits the groom plus grips the spoon | |
So let me twist the ploom | |
And inhale and emit the fumes | |
You smelled like CareFree Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked hightop fades | |
And Jesse Johnson' s " Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I' m still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
I was composed, I didn' t even crack a frown | |
I was supposed to let my parents fall down | |
And show my ass when I found | |
That the baby was four months early and around ten pounds | |
I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers | |
From those who don' t really give a about life | |
She said " It ain' t so much that they startin' out younger" | |
" It' s just they supposed to be more like a wife" | |
Meanin' you ain' t shit without a man to guide you | |
If ya mama tried to feed you that she lied too | |
Make ya grab any mother er that ride through | |
If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too | |
Plus I know that you must have been scared | |
It made it easy when the feelings were shared | |
Flashback to 20 20 | |
I know you waitin' for the dollars ' cause you knew I had funny money | |
Yellin' all loud like I' ma tear the whole hood up | |
Don' t tempt me cause the real daddy stood up | |
He said I was a mark for believin' in you | |
Now it' s more that I' m seein' is true | |
There' s a few things I' d like to say in this letter | |
Like I wish I would' ve seen him grow | |
And ask my wife I learned to much better | |
And thank you for lettin' me go | |
Yeah, thank you for lettin' me go | |
For real, thank you for lettin' me go | |
You smelled like CareFree Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked hightop fades | |
And Jesse Johnson' s " Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I' m still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey |
zuò cí : Riley | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush | |
And I' m implyin' I ain' t had no business cryin' | |
' Cause we used the rubber twice | |
And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust | |
Well we was only seventeen | |
But you was older in between | |
And in my fresh Adidas fits | |
I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine | |
Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in | |
A nymphomaniac was with it, that' s just a clip, more experience | |
Beat on my chest when I was put to the test | |
You said " Got damn nigga, that ain' t how ya get it in" | |
Dashboards for the leverage, tall cans for beverage | |
The weed can make you courageous, make a Honda Civic seem so spacious | |
Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway | |
You smelled like CareFree Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked hightop fades | |
And Jesse Johnson' s " Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I' m still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
The lake don' t smell so bad now, do it | |
Don' t trip off ya hair baby just reglue it | |
The windows is fogged up, can' t nobody view it | |
Put down the OE and turn up the Howard Huett | |
And some more, we had things to discuss | |
Like how we do it, we got ambiotic fluid | |
And a baby floatin' though it | |
Hey, imagine if it look like us, it was me up in the vaginary | |
And I' ma love my kids whether real or imaginary | |
Quit school, work well depends at the mall next to Fashion Berry | |
Operation cash and carry | |
Manual labor from six to noon | |
Makin' six kabooms, got a baby that' s fixin' to bloom | |
And he befits the groom plus grips the spoon | |
So let me twist the ploom | |
And inhale and emit the fumes | |
You smelled like CareFree Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked hightop fades | |
And Jesse Johnson' s " Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I' m still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey | |
I was composed, I didn' t even crack a frown | |
I was supposed to let my parents fall down | |
And show my ass when I found | |
That the baby was four months early and around ten pounds | |
I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers | |
From those who don' t really give a about life | |
She said " It ain' t so much that they startin' out younger" | |
" It' s just they supposed to be more like a wife" | |
Meanin' you ain' t shit without a man to guide you | |
If ya mama tried to feed you that she lied too | |
Make ya grab any mother er that ride through | |
If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too | |
Plus I know that you must have been scared | |
It made it easy when the feelings were shared | |
Flashback to 20 20 | |
I know you waitin' for the dollars ' cause you knew I had funny money | |
Yellin' all loud like I' ma tear the whole hood up | |
Don' t tempt me cause the real daddy stood up | |
He said I was a mark for believin' in you | |
Now it' s more that I' m seein' is true | |
There' s a few things I' d like to say in this letter | |
Like I wish I would' ve seen him grow | |
And ask my wife I learned to much better | |
And thank you for lettin' me go | |
Yeah, thank you for lettin' me go | |
For real, thank you for lettin' me go | |
You smelled like CareFree Curl and nowalaters baby | |
Said you liked hightop fades | |
And Jesse Johnson' s " Crazy" | |
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy | |
Learned a lot, thank you much today I' m still campaignin' | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Oh baby, oh baby | |
Hey, hey |