Who'S Nice 歌词
| 歌曲 | Who'S Nice |
| 歌手 | Cam'ron |
| 专辑 | Confessions Of Fire |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Branch, Giles | |
| Yo, turn me up some b! | |
| I'm about to lace ya'll | |
| Check it out | |
| I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! | |
| Whoever think I'm not nice | |
| This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas! | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! | |
| See the drug game was always the man's sport | |
| That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought | |
| On the transport kept it inside the Jansport | |
| A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame | |
| Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim | |
| You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach | |
| Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach | |
| A little indo | |
| That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos | |
| It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe | |
| It don't take much to make her | |
| Just take her to a place where It's nice | |
| Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur | |
| Cause girls I control them classy | |
| Old and sassy | |
| Old and nasty | |
| I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me | |
| But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy | |
| Just a while ago I was rollin badly | |
| We was on the low wit Aggie | |
| But now what have we | |
| Range Ro' and Navy life size | |
| My girl yo she slices pies | |
| A benz is what my wife drives | |
| You know Qeet' nigga | |
| Executive thug | |
| But she respects me and loves | |
| Don't let your head meet her slug | |
| Until she sprayed out and layed out | |
| Ineffections of blood | |
| A lil' thick chick that'll click quick | |
| Do anything for the dick dick | |
| You know what else that puzzles me? | |
| I find this shit a riddle | |
| How come when you got a lot? | |
| People say you got a little | |
| Like they say you act a little funny | |
| Cause you got a litte money | |
| And you did a little song and | |
| Made a little money | |
| Oh, you know my favorite | |
| Oh, you think you a little star | |
| Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car | |
| I prove they all are liars | |
| Saying that they got a fire | |
| Hang em up on a barber wire | |
| Yo, you think you got attire | |
| To the point like Stoudamire | |
| Yeah I'm a harsh nigga | |
| That drink hard liquor | |
| A six benz car getter | |
| You know Digga | |
| He ain't rich | |
| He's a star figure | |
| Platinum deep | |
| Hangs with Jews | |
| Chills up at their barmitzfah's | |
| He loves the hooligans | |
| Now we eat at houlihans's | |
| Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre | |
| We told them niggas Who the Man | |
| Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time | |
| And even Cuda ran | |
| You know that I'm a skitzo | |
| Who listens to calypso | |
| But I'm quick though | |
| And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo | |
| Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko | |
| Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks | |
| Ask my man how I beat up shit | |
| And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick | |
| Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides | |
| Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high! | |
| I've been hotter | |
| Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas | |
| You win nada | |
| Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa | |
| So I'm glad you sat down | |
| I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down | |
| He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns | |
| But me I never back down | |
| My mother, she can sign that | |
| I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time | |
| Nigga I wanna rewind that | |
| So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
| zuo ci : Branch, Giles | |
| Yo, turn me up some b! | |
| I' m about to lace ya' ll | |
| Check it out | |
| I' m not a muthafuckin' joke b! | |
| Whoever think I' m not nice | |
| This is for ya' ll punk muthafuckas! | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! | |
| See the drug game was always the man' s sport | |
| That' s what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought | |
| On the transport kept it inside the Jansport | |
| A real hooty game, we ain' t care who we blame | |
| Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim | |
| You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach | |
| Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach | |
| A little indo | |
| That' s when yo, I said I' m messin with these bimbos | |
| It' s easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe | |
| It don' t take much to make her | |
| Just take her to a place where It' s nice | |
| Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur | |
| Cause girls I control them classy | |
| Old and sassy | |
| Old and nasty | |
| I ain' t gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me | |
| But now I' m flowin fastly, rollin jazzy | |
| Just a while ago I was rollin badly | |
| We was on the low wit Aggie | |
| But now what have we | |
| Range Ro' and Navy life size | |
| My girl yo she slices pies | |
| A benz is what my wife drives | |
| You know Qeet' nigga | |
| Executive thug | |
| But she respects me and loves | |
| Don' t let your head meet her slug | |
| Until she sprayed out and layed out | |
| Ineffections of blood | |
| A lil' thick chick that' ll click quick | |
| Do anything for the dick dick | |
| You know what else that puzzles me? | |
| I find this shit a riddle | |
| How come when you got a lot? | |
| People say you got a little | |
| Like they say you act a little funny | |
| Cause you got a litte money | |
| And you did a little song and | |
| Made a little money | |
| Oh, you know my favorite | |
| Oh, you think you a little star | |
| Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car | |
| I prove they all are liars | |
| Saying that they got a fire | |
| Hang em up on a barber wire | |
| Yo, you think you got attire | |
| To the point like Stoudamire | |
| Yeah I' m a harsh nigga | |
| That drink hard liquor | |
| A six benz car getter | |
| You know Digga | |
| He ain' t rich | |
| He' s a star figure | |
| Platinum deep | |
| Hangs with Jews | |
| Chills up at their barmitzfah' s | |
| He loves the hooligans | |
| Now we eat at houlihans' s | |
| Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre | |
| We told them niggas Who the Man | |
| Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time | |
| And even Cuda ran | |
| You know that I' m a skitzo | |
| Who listens to calypso | |
| But I' m quick though | |
| And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo | |
| Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko | |
| Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks | |
| Ask my man how I beat up shit | |
| And when I' m out of work, I got to reup quick | |
| Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides | |
| Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain' t high! | |
| I' ve been hotter | |
| Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas | |
| You win nada | |
| Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa | |
| So I' m glad you sat down | |
| I ain' t want Uncle Un to bring the gats down | |
| He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns | |
| But me I never back down | |
| My mother, she can sign that | |
| I know you' re thinkin' that It' s bout that time | |
| Nigga I wanna rewind that | |
| So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
| zuò cí : Branch, Giles | |
| Yo, turn me up some b! | |
| I' m about to lace ya' ll | |
| Check it out | |
| I' m not a muthafuckin' joke b! | |
| Whoever think I' m not nice | |
| This is for ya' ll punk muthafuckas! | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! | |
| See the drug game was always the man' s sport | |
| That' s what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought | |
| On the transport kept it inside the Jansport | |
| A real hooty game, we ain' t care who we blame | |
| Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim | |
| You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach | |
| Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach | |
| A little indo | |
| That' s when yo, I said I' m messin with these bimbos | |
| It' s easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe | |
| It don' t take much to make her | |
| Just take her to a place where It' s nice | |
| Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur | |
| Cause girls I control them classy | |
| Old and sassy | |
| Old and nasty | |
| I ain' t gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me | |
| But now I' m flowin fastly, rollin jazzy | |
| Just a while ago I was rollin badly | |
| We was on the low wit Aggie | |
| But now what have we | |
| Range Ro' and Navy life size | |
| My girl yo she slices pies | |
| A benz is what my wife drives | |
| You know Qeet' nigga | |
| Executive thug | |
| But she respects me and loves | |
| Don' t let your head meet her slug | |
| Until she sprayed out and layed out | |
| Ineffections of blood | |
| A lil' thick chick that' ll click quick | |
| Do anything for the dick dick | |
| You know what else that puzzles me? | |
| I find this shit a riddle | |
| How come when you got a lot? | |
| People say you got a little | |
| Like they say you act a little funny | |
| Cause you got a litte money | |
| And you did a little song and | |
| Made a little money | |
| Oh, you know my favorite | |
| Oh, you think you a little star | |
| Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car | |
| I prove they all are liars | |
| Saying that they got a fire | |
| Hang em up on a barber wire | |
| Yo, you think you got attire | |
| To the point like Stoudamire | |
| Yeah I' m a harsh nigga | |
| That drink hard liquor | |
| A six benz car getter | |
| You know Digga | |
| He ain' t rich | |
| He' s a star figure | |
| Platinum deep | |
| Hangs with Jews | |
| Chills up at their barmitzfah' s | |
| He loves the hooligans | |
| Now we eat at houlihans' s | |
| Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre | |
| We told them niggas Who the Man | |
| Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time | |
| And even Cuda ran | |
| You know that I' m a skitzo | |
| Who listens to calypso | |
| But I' m quick though | |
| And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo | |
| Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko | |
| Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks | |
| Ask my man how I beat up shit | |
| And when I' m out of work, I got to reup quick | |
| Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides | |
| Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain' t high! | |
| I' ve been hotter | |
| Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas | |
| You win nada | |
| Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa | |
| So I' m glad you sat down | |
| I ain' t want Uncle Un to bring the gats down | |
| He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns | |
| But me I never back down | |
| My mother, she can sign that | |
| I know you' re thinkin' that It' s bout that time | |
| Nigga I wanna rewind that | |
| So go ahead and rewind it faggot |
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