Benny Riley 歌词
| 歌曲 | Benny Riley |
| 歌手 | Canibus |
| 专辑 | Hip-hop For $ale |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wheeler, Williams | |
| (Intro) | |
| DJ's, cuttin up beats and stuff like that and | |
| That was my first exposure to the whole, artistry in hip-hop | |
| There is nothing in this music, that I don't wanna hear | |
| There is words, that are kind of syncopated and rhythmic | |
| And there's this hot drum track, it's great! | |
| (Chorus: repeat 2X) | |
| "This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" | |
| And I could hear, this enormous | |
| "This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" | |
| This is music, I've been waiting all my life to hear | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Ayo | |
| I don't give a fuck if you getting some cash, or getting some ass | |
| If I was there, I'd pick up the tab | |
| Toss you a rag, tell you to wipe your stinking ass | |
| Get back to the lab, make sure Hip-Hop lasts | |
| Do death before dishonor, I do this 'cause I wanna | |
| Your body armor don't protect you from your karma | |
| Ready for the encounter, like a titty-bar bouncer | |
| Or Muhammed in the Mini-Mart counter with four-pounders | |
| Quick-draw, McGraw spitter | |
| Let me see you hands jitter, I'll hit you where the good Lord split you | |
| You faggot ass niggas' is see-through | |
| I treat you like we in the same cell, but I'm Bugsy Segal // | |
| Smack your teeth loose, for street juice | |
| Go to court in cheap-suits, giving testimony over beat-loops | |
| Take them to my hood, show the evil I'm from | |
| They can't blame me for the evil I've done, now they see why I run | |
| Why I keep a tight leash on the gun | |
| Why my speech is so revered by the young, 'cause my spirit is young | |
| A nigga spitting like that, got serious lungs | |
| Yo, I'm serious son, he a furious one | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Canibus) | |
| Yo | |
| The name Benny Riley, the trip took twenty-eight days | |
| From New-York to Cali, driving through alleys | |
| My mom mad at me, my dad laughs at me | |
| My life's a tragedy, I need this record deal | |
| Precious, she got the freshest breasts' | |
| And an ass from heaven; thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-seven | |
| She the second broad I ever humped under a bridge | |
| But she the first broad I ever fucked within the record 'biz | |
| Desi told her I was crazy, and she called the Feds | |
| The bitch didn't know any better; I let her live | |
| She don't know Desi is a greasy fucking pig | |
| And he set me up for something he knows I never did | |
| When I see him, I'ma put the Smith and Wesson to his head | |
| To change his outlook on life, maybe I'll show him what it's like to be dead | |
| Like the way I look at lyrics | |
| I kill it 'till they dead; it's that vivid | |
| Got skills to kill the rap business | |
| Got bills to put a contract on the witness if he rat-snitching | |
| Niggas' in the back, digging holes for your next acting role | |
| Get buried with your cash and gold | |
| Your assets sold, your family Marlon Brando broke | |
| Shattered hopes, rapper's joke, took it like a man though | |
| Benny Riley is the closest thing to Canibus yo | |
| Niggas' just don't be understanding his flow, until the hammer let go | |
| Grab the mic and cold damage the show | |
| Get split with bananas flows, at the Canibus Bowl // | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Outro) | |
| This is music, I've been waiting all my life to hear | |
| And I didn't know it |
| zuo ci : Wheeler, Williams | |
| Intro | |
| DJ' s, cuttin up beats and stuff like that and | |
| That was my first exposure to the whole, artistry in hiphop | |
| There is nothing in this music, that I don' t wanna hear | |
| There is words, that are kind of syncopated and rhythmic | |
| And there' s this hot drum track, it' s great! | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| " This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" | |
| And I could hear, this enormous | |
| " This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" | |
| This is music, I' ve been waiting all my life to hear | |
| Canibus | |
| Ayo | |
| I don' t give a fuck if you getting some cash, or getting some ass | |
| If I was there, I' d pick up the tab | |
| Toss you a rag, tell you to wipe your stinking ass | |
| Get back to the lab, make sure HipHop lasts | |
| Do death before dishonor, I do this ' cause I wanna | |
| Your body armor don' t protect you from your karma | |
| Ready for the encounter, like a tittybar bouncer | |
| Or Muhammed in the MiniMart counter with fourpounders | |
| Quickdraw, McGraw spitter | |
| Let me see you hands jitter, I' ll hit you where the good Lord split you | |
| You faggot ass niggas' is seethrough | |
| I treat you like we in the same cell, but I' m Bugsy Segal | |
| Smack your teeth loose, for street juice | |
| Go to court in cheapsuits, giving testimony over beatloops | |
| Take them to my hood, show the evil I' m from | |
| They can' t blame me for the evil I' ve done, now they see why I run | |
| Why I keep a tight leash on the gun | |
| Why my speech is so revered by the young, ' cause my spirit is young | |
| A nigga spitting like that, got serious lungs | |
| Yo, I' m serious son, he a furious one | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo | |
| The name Benny Riley, the trip took twentyeight days | |
| From NewYork to Cali, driving through alleys | |
| My mom mad at me, my dad laughs at me | |
| My life' s a tragedy, I need this record deal | |
| Precious, she got the freshest breasts' | |
| And an ass from heaven thirtysix, twentyfour, thirtyseven | |
| She the second broad I ever humped under a bridge | |
| But she the first broad I ever fucked within the record ' biz | |
| Desi told her I was crazy, and she called the Feds | |
| The bitch didn' t know any better I let her live | |
| She don' t know Desi is a greasy fucking pig | |
| And he set me up for something he knows I never did | |
| When I see him, I' ma put the Smith and Wesson to his head | |
| To change his outlook on life, maybe I' ll show him what it' s like to be dead | |
| Like the way I look at lyrics | |
| I kill it ' till they dead it' s that vivid | |
| Got skills to kill the rap business | |
| Got bills to put a contract on the witness if he ratsnitching | |
| Niggas' in the back, digging holes for your next acting role | |
| Get buried with your cash and gold | |
| Your assets sold, your family Marlon Brando broke | |
| Shattered hopes, rapper' s joke, took it like a man though | |
| Benny Riley is the closest thing to Canibus yo | |
| Niggas' just don' t be understanding his flow, until the hammer let go | |
| Grab the mic and cold damage the show | |
| Get split with bananas flows, at the Canibus Bowl | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| This is music, I' ve been waiting all my life to hear | |
| And I didn' t know it |
| zuò cí : Wheeler, Williams | |
| Intro | |
| DJ' s, cuttin up beats and stuff like that and | |
| That was my first exposure to the whole, artistry in hiphop | |
| There is nothing in this music, that I don' t wanna hear | |
| There is words, that are kind of syncopated and rhythmic | |
| And there' s this hot drum track, it' s great! | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| " This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" | |
| And I could hear, this enormous | |
| " This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" | |
| This is music, I' ve been waiting all my life to hear | |
| Canibus | |
| Ayo | |
| I don' t give a fuck if you getting some cash, or getting some ass | |
| If I was there, I' d pick up the tab | |
| Toss you a rag, tell you to wipe your stinking ass | |
| Get back to the lab, make sure HipHop lasts | |
| Do death before dishonor, I do this ' cause I wanna | |
| Your body armor don' t protect you from your karma | |
| Ready for the encounter, like a tittybar bouncer | |
| Or Muhammed in the MiniMart counter with fourpounders | |
| Quickdraw, McGraw spitter | |
| Let me see you hands jitter, I' ll hit you where the good Lord split you | |
| You faggot ass niggas' is seethrough | |
| I treat you like we in the same cell, but I' m Bugsy Segal | |
| Smack your teeth loose, for street juice | |
| Go to court in cheapsuits, giving testimony over beatloops | |
| Take them to my hood, show the evil I' m from | |
| They can' t blame me for the evil I' ve done, now they see why I run | |
| Why I keep a tight leash on the gun | |
| Why my speech is so revered by the young, ' cause my spirit is young | |
| A nigga spitting like that, got serious lungs | |
| Yo, I' m serious son, he a furious one | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| Yo | |
| The name Benny Riley, the trip took twentyeight days | |
| From NewYork to Cali, driving through alleys | |
| My mom mad at me, my dad laughs at me | |
| My life' s a tragedy, I need this record deal | |
| Precious, she got the freshest breasts' | |
| And an ass from heaven thirtysix, twentyfour, thirtyseven | |
| She the second broad I ever humped under a bridge | |
| But she the first broad I ever fucked within the record ' biz | |
| Desi told her I was crazy, and she called the Feds | |
| The bitch didn' t know any better I let her live | |
| She don' t know Desi is a greasy fucking pig | |
| And he set me up for something he knows I never did | |
| When I see him, I' ma put the Smith and Wesson to his head | |
| To change his outlook on life, maybe I' ll show him what it' s like to be dead | |
| Like the way I look at lyrics | |
| I kill it ' till they dead it' s that vivid | |
| Got skills to kill the rap business | |
| Got bills to put a contract on the witness if he ratsnitching | |
| Niggas' in the back, digging holes for your next acting role | |
| Get buried with your cash and gold | |
| Your assets sold, your family Marlon Brando broke | |
| Shattered hopes, rapper' s joke, took it like a man though | |
| Benny Riley is the closest thing to Canibus yo | |
| Niggas' just don' t be understanding his flow, until the hammer let go | |
| Grab the mic and cold damage the show | |
| Get split with bananas flows, at the Canibus Bowl | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| This is music, I' ve been waiting all my life to hear | |
| And I didn' t know it |
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