歌曲 | Boom Bye Yeah |
歌手 | Sean Price |
专辑 | Monkey Barz |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brown, Price | |
Shut the fuck up and record the shit man, | |
before I come out there and beat the shit out you B | |
Boom Bye Yeah nigga | |
[5 Ft.] | |
Yeah, come on, yeah come on | |
Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah | |
Sean P! Sean P! | |
Blast these niggaz son! | |
[Sean Price] | |
You can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs | |
Straight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom's on dope | |
Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both | |
Poppin' some pills, sniffin' a line, drinkin' some wine | |
Up in the club, grabbin' my gun, fucking my shine | |
Bling bling, bling bling, it's a Sean Price thing | |
Too many clowns want the crown, but it only one king | |
I'm, the King ask Rock, there is none higher | |
Bitch ass niggaz, better call me sire | |
Burn my kingdom, must use fire | |
Big bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Rider | |
Yo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all | |
Bust matics, chrome static I ain't fuckin' with y'all | |
Don't get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray | |
Quick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah | |
Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah | |
Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah | |
Big Rock, what up, yo yo | |
Tek and Steel what up, yo yo | |
"First name Sean, last name Price" | |
[Sean Price] | |
I step in the ring, weighin an even two hundred | |
Lost twenty pounds in e-ville, fuckin around with E pills | |
So I took a trip to Jacklin Lane | |
Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain | |
Keep it hardcore, far more than the average | |
And job core, I smoke more than ya bastards | |
Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' with Ruck | |
Whylin' out like it's dust in my dutch, motherfucker | |
Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough | |
Just because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones | |
Have to step back and laugh at these hoes | |
I'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya | |
Ike Turner when rockin' the wife beater | |
You step on my toes, hoes and you wiping my sneakers | |
Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo | |
Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo | |
Elroy, what up, yo yo | |
Sephlo, what up, yo yo | |
"First name Sean, last name Price" | |
[Sean Price] | |
You can say what you want, just spell my | |
First name Sean, last name Price | |
Niggaz I'm David Ruffin in the flesh | |
Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I'm the best, yo | |
Niggaz be rhymin' bout nothing | |
I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something | |
I used to sell crack and listen to Redman | |
Now I smoke black, while I'm gettin' some head, damn | |
Sean Price, always broker than most | |
That's why the gunsmoke chokin' ya folks, stick 'em up | |
Put ya hands where my eyes can see | |
Yo, this ain't Busta Rhymes, bung, bust a nine | |
Bung, roughest and toughest, so don't fuck with mine | |
I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he fuck with mine, yo |
zuo qu : Brown, Price | |
Shut the fuck up and record the shit man, | |
before I come out there and beat the shit out you B | |
Boom Bye Yeah nigga | |
[5 Ft.] | |
Yeah, come on, yeah come on | |
Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah | |
Sean P! Sean P! | |
Blast these niggaz son! | |
Sean Price | |
You can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs | |
Straight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom' s on dope | |
Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both | |
Poppin' some pills, sniffin' a line, drinkin' some wine | |
Up in the club, grabbin' my gun, fucking my shine | |
Bling bling, bling bling, it' s a Sean Price thing | |
Too many clowns want the crown, but it only one king | |
I' m, the King ask Rock, there is none higher | |
Bitch ass niggaz, better call me sire | |
Burn my kingdom, must use fire | |
Big bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Rider | |
Yo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all | |
Bust matics, chrome static I ain' t fuckin' with y' all | |
Don' t get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray | |
Quick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah | |
Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah | |
Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah | |
Big Rock, what up, yo yo | |
Tek and Steel what up, yo yo | |
" First name Sean, last name Price" | |
Sean Price | |
I step in the ring, weighin an even two hundred | |
Lost twenty pounds in eville, fuckin around with E pills | |
So I took a trip to Jacklin Lane | |
Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain | |
Keep it hardcore, far more than the average | |
And job core, I smoke more than ya bastards | |
Y' all niggaz ain' t fuckin' with Ruck | |
Whylin' out like it' s dust in my dutch, motherfucker | |
Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough | |
Just because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones | |
Have to step back and laugh at these hoes | |
I' m Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya | |
Ike Turner when rockin' the wife beater | |
You step on my toes, hoes and you wiping my sneakers | |
Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo | |
Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo | |
Elroy, what up, yo yo | |
Sephlo, what up, yo yo | |
" First name Sean, last name Price" | |
Sean Price | |
You can say what you want, just spell my | |
First name Sean, last name Price | |
Niggaz I' m David Ruffin in the flesh | |
Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I' m the best, yo | |
Niggaz be rhymin' bout nothing | |
I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something | |
I used to sell crack and listen to Redman | |
Now I smoke black, while I' m gettin' some head, damn | |
Sean Price, always broker than most | |
That' s why the gunsmoke chokin' ya folks, stick ' em up | |
Put ya hands where my eyes can see | |
Yo, this ain' t Busta Rhymes, bung, bust a nine | |
Bung, roughest and toughest, so don' t fuck with mine | |
I will, snuff ' em and cut ' em, before he fuck with mine, yo |
zuò qǔ : Brown, Price | |
Shut the fuck up and record the shit man, | |
before I come out there and beat the shit out you B | |
Boom Bye Yeah nigga | |
[5 Ft.] | |
Yeah, come on, yeah come on | |
Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah | |
Sean P! Sean P! | |
Blast these niggaz son! | |
Sean Price | |
You can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs | |
Straight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom' s on dope | |
Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both | |
Poppin' some pills, sniffin' a line, drinkin' some wine | |
Up in the club, grabbin' my gun, fucking my shine | |
Bling bling, bling bling, it' s a Sean Price thing | |
Too many clowns want the crown, but it only one king | |
I' m, the King ask Rock, there is none higher | |
Bitch ass niggaz, better call me sire | |
Burn my kingdom, must use fire | |
Big bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Rider | |
Yo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all | |
Bust matics, chrome static I ain' t fuckin' with y' all | |
Don' t get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray | |
Quick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah | |
Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah | |
Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah | |
Big Rock, what up, yo yo | |
Tek and Steel what up, yo yo | |
" First name Sean, last name Price" | |
Sean Price | |
I step in the ring, weighin an even two hundred | |
Lost twenty pounds in eville, fuckin around with E pills | |
So I took a trip to Jacklin Lane | |
Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain | |
Keep it hardcore, far more than the average | |
And job core, I smoke more than ya bastards | |
Y' all niggaz ain' t fuckin' with Ruck | |
Whylin' out like it' s dust in my dutch, motherfucker | |
Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough | |
Just because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones | |
Have to step back and laugh at these hoes | |
I' m Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya | |
Ike Turner when rockin' the wife beater | |
You step on my toes, hoes and you wiping my sneakers | |
Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo | |
Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo | |
Elroy, what up, yo yo | |
Sephlo, what up, yo yo | |
" First name Sean, last name Price" | |
Sean Price | |
You can say what you want, just spell my | |
First name Sean, last name Price | |
Niggaz I' m David Ruffin in the flesh | |
Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I' m the best, yo | |
Niggaz be rhymin' bout nothing | |
I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something | |
I used to sell crack and listen to Redman | |
Now I smoke black, while I' m gettin' some head, damn | |
Sean Price, always broker than most | |
That' s why the gunsmoke chokin' ya folks, stick ' em up | |
Put ya hands where my eyes can see | |
Yo, this ain' t Busta Rhymes, bung, bust a nine | |
Bung, roughest and toughest, so don' t fuck with mine | |
I will, snuff ' em and cut ' em, before he fuck with mine, yo |