歌曲 | Thelonius |
歌手 | Common |
歌手 | Slum Village |
专辑 | Like Water For Chocolate |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Altmani, Glover, Lynn, Yancey | |
f/ Slum Village | |
Ha, yeah, yeah | |
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit | |
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit | |
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it | |
You know it, these minimes try to clone us | |
I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us | |
I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us | |
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don't eat | |
Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet | |
Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast | |
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me | |
Right, gotta make money all my life | |
Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types | |
Yeah you know what I'm talkin 'bout | |
Yup, stay turnin these bitches out | |
Dick em down also dick em out | |
Throw somethin down whenever my dick's out | |
They know me so they restructure and reroute | |
They know me from Washington to down south | |
All the way to London to my nigga Common house | |
Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out... | |
Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out | |
Word up, just be about what you about dogg | |
Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit | |
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it | |
You know it, cuz you can feel it in your throat | |
Say it | |
I'm 'bout to let my mind float | |
(Com, say it) | |
Get your third eye poked | |
Fuck game, I assemble dope... | |
Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess | |
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test | |
You can feel it in your chest | |
Your B I, feel it in her breasts | |
Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced | |
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us | |
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild | |
Still doin this shit like dude in wild style | |
Invitin wack niggas to dinner | |
I 'Trick Daddy' emcees and I don't know, 'Nann Nigga' | |
Who can take it where I take it | |
You better go into God like Mase did | |
Leavin crowds complacent | |
I move em above clouds whether on some ?surface the earth? shit | |
Or thug style you can feel it in your body | |
Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body | |
Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body | |
You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby | |
Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us | |
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone | |
You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real | |
Ay, it's like a ritual | |
You been invited let the ?? stimulate the place | |
With the grace, nevertheless, I stress | |
Let the music put a smile on your face | |
As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence | |
You know I always leave you with the taste | |
I know you like it hard to the core | |
That's what you ask for ??????? | |
Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, like a ritual | |
Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry | |
I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise | |
But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die | |
So pay attention to my word, cuz it's the truth | |
Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth | |
It's like a verse you could never read out of a book | |
Darken the line and your mind like a fish hook | |
Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day | |
Pay attention to your art, never go astray | |
Word is bond | |
Yo we do it and we don't quit | |
Sucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious | |
Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit | |
I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did | |
I'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss | |
You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless | |
Shit fly like MJ in his prime, 'Off The Wall' wit mines | |
I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus | |
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex | |
You aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks | |
Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket | |
Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets | |
Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all | |
They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time | |
We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines | |
Me and my mans is somethin like the Source Sports | |
We gettin money a long time and y'all short | |
My niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall | |
You funny doo, cuz really you think you can do me | |
When you roll a 500 that's really a 320 | |
Should of let somebody else hook it | |
Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it | |
I'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate | |
That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday | |
Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back | |
Show you the definition of a pay back |
zuo ci : Altmani, Glover, Lynn, Yancey | |
f Slum Village | |
Ha, yeah, yeah | |
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I' m on some grown shit | |
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I' m on some grown shit | |
It' s the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
You know us, this rap shit we ' bout to own it | |
You know it, these minimes try to clone us | |
I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us | |
I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us | |
It' s the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don' t eat | |
Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet | |
Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast | |
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me | |
Right, gotta make money all my life | |
Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types | |
Yeah you know what I' m talkin ' bout | |
Yup, stay turnin these bitches out | |
Dick em down also dick em out | |
Throw somethin down whenever my dick' s out | |
They know me so they restructure and reroute | |
They know me from Washington to down south | |
All the way to London to my nigga Common house | |
Right, it' s like a game we never play out, out, out, out... | |
Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out | |
Word up, just be about what you about dogg | |
Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I' m on some grown shit | |
It' s the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
You know us, this rap shit we ' bout to own it | |
You know it, cuz you can feel it in your throat | |
Say it | |
I' m ' bout to let my mind float | |
Com, say it | |
Get your third eye poked | |
Fuck game, I assemble dope... | |
Ness, a nigga that' s fresh as the ' fess | |
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test | |
You can feel it in your chest | |
Your B I, feel it in her breasts | |
Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced | |
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us | |
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild | |
Still doin this shit like dude in wild style | |
Invitin wack niggas to dinner | |
I ' Trick Daddy' emcees and I don' t know, ' Nann Nigga' | |
Who can take it where I take it | |
You better go into God like Mase did | |
Leavin crowds complacent | |
I move em above clouds whether on some ? surface the earth? shit | |
Or thug style you can feel it in your body | |
Yeah y' all you can feel it in your body | |
Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body | |
You don' t want no one to find your ass a hobby | |
Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us | |
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone | |
You know this, rap shit we ' bout to own it dun, for real | |
Ay, it' s like a ritual | |
You been invited let the ?? stimulate the place | |
With the grace, nevertheless, I stress | |
Let the music put a smile on your face | |
As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence | |
You know I always leave you with the taste | |
I know you like it hard to the core | |
That' s what you ask for ??????? | |
Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, like a ritual | |
Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry | |
I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise | |
But that itty bitty part of you don' t wanna die | |
So pay attention to my word, cuz it' s the truth | |
Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth | |
It' s like a verse you could never read out of a book | |
Darken the line and your mind like a fish hook | |
Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day | |
Pay attention to your art, never go astray | |
Word is bond | |
Yo we do it and we don' t quit | |
Sucka nigga you don' t want it, it' s Thelonious | |
Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit | |
I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did | |
I' m raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss | |
You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless | |
Shit fly like MJ in his prime, ' Off The Wall' wit mines | |
I' m grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus | |
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex | |
You aint on my mind I' m thinkin ' bout paychecks | |
Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket | |
Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets | |
Emcees they don' t rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y' all | |
They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time | |
We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines | |
Me and my mans is somethin like the Source Sports | |
We gettin money a long time and y' all short | |
My niggas bounce and full rise and y' alls fall | |
You funny doo, cuz really you think you can do me | |
When you roll a 500 that' s really a 320 | |
Should of let somebody else hook it | |
Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it | |
I' m from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate | |
That' s how they play, don' t let it be a holiday | |
Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back | |
Show you the definition of a pay back |
zuò cí : Altmani, Glover, Lynn, Yancey | |
f Slum Village | |
Ha, yeah, yeah | |
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I' m on some grown shit | |
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I' m on some grown shit | |
It' s the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
You know us, this rap shit we ' bout to own it | |
You know it, these minimes try to clone us | |
I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us | |
I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us | |
It' s the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don' t eat | |
Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet | |
Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast | |
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me | |
Right, gotta make money all my life | |
Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types | |
Yeah you know what I' m talkin ' bout | |
Yup, stay turnin these bitches out | |
Dick em down also dick em out | |
Throw somethin down whenever my dick' s out | |
They know me so they restructure and reroute | |
They know me from Washington to down south | |
All the way to London to my nigga Common house | |
Right, it' s like a game we never play out, out, out, out... | |
Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out | |
Word up, just be about what you about dogg | |
Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk | |
Act like you know bitch I' m on some grown shit | |
It' s the Thelonious, super microphonist | |
You know us, this rap shit we ' bout to own it | |
You know it, cuz you can feel it in your throat | |
Say it | |
I' m ' bout to let my mind float | |
Com, say it | |
Get your third eye poked | |
Fuck game, I assemble dope... | |
Ness, a nigga that' s fresh as the ' fess | |
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test | |
You can feel it in your chest | |
Your B I, feel it in her breasts | |
Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced | |
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us | |
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild | |
Still doin this shit like dude in wild style | |
Invitin wack niggas to dinner | |
I ' Trick Daddy' emcees and I don' t know, ' Nann Nigga' | |
Who can take it where I take it | |
You better go into God like Mase did | |
Leavin crowds complacent | |
I move em above clouds whether on some ? surface the earth? shit | |
Or thug style you can feel it in your body | |
Yeah y' all you can feel it in your body | |
Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body | |
You don' t want no one to find your ass a hobby | |
Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us | |
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone | |
You know this, rap shit we ' bout to own it dun, for real | |
Ay, it' s like a ritual | |
You been invited let the ?? stimulate the place | |
With the grace, nevertheless, I stress | |
Let the music put a smile on your face | |
As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence | |
You know I always leave you with the taste | |
I know you like it hard to the core | |
That' s what you ask for ??????? | |
Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, like a ritual | |
Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry | |
I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise | |
But that itty bitty part of you don' t wanna die | |
So pay attention to my word, cuz it' s the truth | |
Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth | |
It' s like a verse you could never read out of a book | |
Darken the line and your mind like a fish hook | |
Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day | |
Pay attention to your art, never go astray | |
Word is bond | |
Yo we do it and we don' t quit | |
Sucka nigga you don' t want it, it' s Thelonious | |
Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit | |
I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did | |
I' m raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss | |
You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless | |
Shit fly like MJ in his prime, ' Off The Wall' wit mines | |
I' m grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus | |
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex | |
You aint on my mind I' m thinkin ' bout paychecks | |
Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket | |
Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets | |
Emcees they don' t rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y' all | |
They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time | |
We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines | |
Me and my mans is somethin like the Source Sports | |
We gettin money a long time and y' all short | |
My niggas bounce and full rise and y' alls fall | |
You funny doo, cuz really you think you can do me | |
When you roll a 500 that' s really a 320 | |
Should of let somebody else hook it | |
Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it | |
I' m from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate | |
That' s how they play, don' t let it be a holiday | |
Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back | |
Show you the definition of a pay back |