Greed Hate Envy - Album Version (Explicit) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Greed Hate Envy - Album Version (Explicit) |
| 歌手 | Nelly |
| 专辑 | Country Grammar |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Right up in here, is the sweet spot | |
| Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure | |
| Is that what it is? The cake will do | |
| Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do | |
| Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em | |
| Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you | |
| Check it out | |
| I - opened up shop at 13 | |
| Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's | |
| From hand-held, digital to triple-beam | |
| Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen | |
| Expanded my game off into amphetamines | |
| Looked around and had a small wall green | |
| But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends | |
| Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam | |
| Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching | |
| Just another - hustle to add to my schemes | |
| Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams | |
| cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green | |
| I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks | |
| or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt | |
| When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop | |
| Find another block restock and take it from the top now | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
| Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you | |
| Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels | |
| Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
| So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me | |
| Shouts out to my nigga NORE | |
| I'll never take another man's glory | |
| Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe | |
| Now you know me, I be low key | |
| On these icey roleys Scob done showed me | |
| And hoes ignored me, now they blow me | |
| Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me | |
| Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes | |
| Now call me a lie | |
| While you five stand by I stand by tha captain | |
| Hoe play now did somebody page Samson | |
| I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends | |
| Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin | |
| Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool | |
| Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool | |
| (Chorus) | |
| One time out in the Range Rover | |
| (WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over | |
| What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo? | |
| Speed limit 30 just doin 34 | |
| 'Yeah son, where the gun?' It's at home wit tha dope | |
| 'Oh you a smart ass ha?' Nah that's my lil joke | |
| 'How bout I tow yo truck in?' Ain't no need to be provoked | |
| besides everything up in here done been smoked | |
| I ain't got nuttin but tapes and CDs | |
| Pocket full of G's and two tickets across seas | |
| So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees | |
| Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID | |
| You could tell he was pissed | |
| cuz the black man in the black range | |
| doin black things wit his black change | |
| Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane | |
| And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names | |
| (Chorus) |
| Right up in here, is the sweet spot | |
| Stay right up in here, and don' t bend unda pre' sure | |
| Is that what it is? The cake will do | |
| Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do | |
| Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em | |
| Fuck the game, don' t let the game fuck you | |
| Check it out | |
| I opened up shop at 13 | |
| Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and OZ' s | |
| From handheld, digital to triplebeam | |
| Now my pager' s an email flip screen | |
| Expanded my game off into amphetamines | |
| Looked around and had a small wall green | |
| But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends | |
| Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam | |
| Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching | |
| Just another hustle to add to my schemes | |
| Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams | |
| cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green | |
| I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks | |
| or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin Tshirt | |
| When the spot get hot don' t stop, move shop | |
| Find another block restock and take it from the top now | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
| Fuck tha game don' t let the game fuck you | |
| Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels | |
| Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
| So you think you' re the shit nigga YA smell me | |
| Shouts out to my nigga NORE | |
| I' ll never take another man' s glory | |
| Shit don' t mix like Shaq and Kobe | |
| Now you know me, I be low key | |
| On these icey roleys Scob done showed me | |
| And hoes ignored me, now they blow me | |
| Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me | |
| Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes | |
| Now call me a lie | |
| While you five stand by I stand by tha captain | |
| Hoe play now did somebody page Samson | |
| I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends | |
| Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin | |
| Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool | |
| Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool | |
| Chorus | |
| One time out in the Range Rover | |
| WOOP WOOP, WOOP! Aww shit they pulled me over | |
| What tha hell y' all fuckin wit me fo? | |
| Speed limit 30 just doin 34 | |
| ' Yeah son, where the gun?' It' s at home wit tha dope | |
| ' Oh you a smart ass ha?' Nah that' s my lil joke | |
| ' How bout I tow yo truck in?' Ain' t no need to be provoked | |
| besides everything up in here done been smoked | |
| I ain' t got nuttin but tapes and CDs | |
| Pocket full of G' s and two tickets across seas | |
| So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees | |
| Ain' t no more questions then hand me my ID | |
| You could tell he was pissed | |
| cuz the black man in the black range | |
| doin black things wit his black change | |
| Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane | |
| And if I wasn' t in his face he probably be callin me names | |
| Chorus |
| Right up in here, is the sweet spot | |
| Stay right up in here, and don' t bend unda pre' sure | |
| Is that what it is? The cake will do | |
| Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do | |
| Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em | |
| Fuck the game, don' t let the game fuck you | |
| Check it out | |
| I opened up shop at 13 | |
| Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and OZ' s | |
| From handheld, digital to triplebeam | |
| Now my pager' s an email flip screen | |
| Expanded my game off into amphetamines | |
| Looked around and had a small wall green | |
| But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends | |
| Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam | |
| Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching | |
| Just another hustle to add to my schemes | |
| Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams | |
| cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green | |
| I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks | |
| or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin Tshirt | |
| When the spot get hot don' t stop, move shop | |
| Find another block restock and take it from the top now | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
| Fuck tha game don' t let the game fuck you | |
| Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels | |
| Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do | |
| So you think you' re the shit nigga YA smell me | |
| Shouts out to my nigga NORE | |
| I' ll never take another man' s glory | |
| Shit don' t mix like Shaq and Kobe | |
| Now you know me, I be low key | |
| On these icey roleys Scob done showed me | |
| And hoes ignored me, now they blow me | |
| Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me | |
| Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes | |
| Now call me a lie | |
| While you five stand by I stand by tha captain | |
| Hoe play now did somebody page Samson | |
| I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends | |
| Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin | |
| Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool | |
| Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool | |
| Chorus | |
| One time out in the Range Rover | |
| WOOP WOOP, WOOP! Aww shit they pulled me over | |
| What tha hell y' all fuckin wit me fo? | |
| Speed limit 30 just doin 34 | |
| ' Yeah son, where the gun?' It' s at home wit tha dope | |
| ' Oh you a smart ass ha?' Nah that' s my lil joke | |
| ' How bout I tow yo truck in?' Ain' t no need to be provoked | |
| besides everything up in here done been smoked | |
| I ain' t got nuttin but tapes and CDs | |
| Pocket full of G' s and two tickets across seas | |
| So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees | |
| Ain' t no more questions then hand me my ID | |
| You could tell he was pissed | |
| cuz the black man in the black range | |
| doin black things wit his black change | |
| Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane | |
| And if I wasn' t in his face he probably be callin me names | |
| Chorus |
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