歌曲 | Utha Side |
歌手 | Nelly |
专辑 | Country Grammar |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jason Epperson & Cornell Haynes & Nelly | |
作词 : Utha Side | |
(Chorus) x2 | |
I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell | |
But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell | |
So come on get on in the ride | |
And let me take you to the other side | |
I said inhale exhale | |
I heard your clientele is doin well | |
I see you boomin out the S-T-L | |
Pushin a five hundred S-L | |
I heard you even got a child now (look at that) | |
A baby momma and a bow-wow | |
My nigga know you need to calm down | |
F-for County run up in your house | |
But you don't wanna hear that though, it's too late | |
Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait | |
They got taps on your mobile phone | |
They do surveillance all around your home | |
Now ya pawnin' everything ya own | |
Calling on your partners for a loan | |
No more slip and sliding on the chrome | |
Your good days have come and gone | |
I tried to tell you | |
(Chorus) | |
Now baby girl what's your name? | |
And tell me what's your claim to fame | |
Oh I can tell you do your thing | |
Just by checking out your diamond ring | |
I see you at the mall every day | |
Buying shanelle, fendi, Donna K | |
Plus I heard they took your job away | |
And got ya kids' shit on lay away | |
You got a 4-5 Infinity (You livin' large) | |
Like your last name was Kennedy or El' DeBarge | |
Oh I just can't believe, that you made that money righteously | |
The kids asking what they mommy do | |
And why she lock us in the bedroom | |
I think mommy getting paid to screw | |
Cause every night it's a different dude | |
I tried to tell | |
(Chorus) | |
Little man how old are you (you can tell me) | |
And what you doing skipping school | |
I see you running with your lil' crew | |
Out there fighting over red and blue | |
So now you wanna claim gangs | |
Even heard you bought a (?) that ain't it | |
You started out with chronic on the grain | |
Now you're smoking amphetamines | |
I ain't trying to sway your dreams | |
Just trying to show you, that's it's other ways to make cream | |
(Take it from me) | |
Just go to school and make something of | |
Your young life and watch it blow up | |
You ain't gotta stop being cool | |
Don't even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels (and fast cars) | |
Just keep it real with your game son | |
And don't forget were you came from | |
I'm trying to tell ya | |
(Chorus) x4 |
zuo qu : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
zuo ci : Utha Side | |
Chorus x2 | |
I said you don' t really wanna go, I can tell | |
But I' m gone take you anyway what the hell | |
So come on get on in the ride | |
And let me take you to the other side | |
I said inhale exhale | |
I heard your clientele is doin well | |
I see you boomin out the STL | |
Pushin a five hundred SL | |
I heard you even got a child now look at that | |
A baby momma and a bowwow | |
My nigga know you need to calm down | |
Ffor County run up in your house | |
But you don' t wanna hear that though, it' s too late | |
Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait | |
They got taps on your mobile phone | |
They do surveillance all around your home | |
Now ya pawnin' everything ya own | |
Calling on your partners for a loan | |
No more slip and sliding on the chrome | |
Your good days have come and gone | |
I tried to tell you | |
Chorus | |
Now baby girl what' s your name? | |
And tell me what' s your claim to fame | |
Oh I can tell you do your thing | |
Just by checking out your diamond ring | |
I see you at the mall every day | |
Buying shanelle, fendi, Donna K | |
Plus I heard they took your job away | |
And got ya kids' shit on lay away | |
You got a 45 Infinity You livin' large | |
Like your last name was Kennedy or El' DeBarge | |
Oh I just can' t believe, that you made that money righteously | |
The kids asking what they mommy do | |
And why she lock us in the bedroom | |
I think mommy getting paid to screw | |
Cause every night it' s a different dude | |
I tried to tell | |
Chorus | |
Little man how old are you you can tell me | |
And what you doing skipping school | |
I see you running with your lil' crew | |
Out there fighting over red and blue | |
So now you wanna claim gangs | |
Even heard you bought a ? that ain' t it | |
You started out with chronic on the grain | |
Now you' re smoking amphetamines | |
I ain' t trying to sway your dreams | |
Just trying to show you, that' s it' s other ways to make cream | |
Take it from me | |
Just go to school and make something of | |
Your young life and watch it blow up | |
You ain' t gotta stop being cool | |
Don' t even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels and fast cars | |
Just keep it real with your game son | |
And don' t forget were you came from | |
I' m trying to tell ya | |
Chorus x4 |
zuò qǔ : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
zuò cí : Utha Side | |
Chorus x2 | |
I said you don' t really wanna go, I can tell | |
But I' m gone take you anyway what the hell | |
So come on get on in the ride | |
And let me take you to the other side | |
I said inhale exhale | |
I heard your clientele is doin well | |
I see you boomin out the STL | |
Pushin a five hundred SL | |
I heard you even got a child now look at that | |
A baby momma and a bowwow | |
My nigga know you need to calm down | |
Ffor County run up in your house | |
But you don' t wanna hear that though, it' s too late | |
Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait | |
They got taps on your mobile phone | |
They do surveillance all around your home | |
Now ya pawnin' everything ya own | |
Calling on your partners for a loan | |
No more slip and sliding on the chrome | |
Your good days have come and gone | |
I tried to tell you | |
Chorus | |
Now baby girl what' s your name? | |
And tell me what' s your claim to fame | |
Oh I can tell you do your thing | |
Just by checking out your diamond ring | |
I see you at the mall every day | |
Buying shanelle, fendi, Donna K | |
Plus I heard they took your job away | |
And got ya kids' shit on lay away | |
You got a 45 Infinity You livin' large | |
Like your last name was Kennedy or El' DeBarge | |
Oh I just can' t believe, that you made that money righteously | |
The kids asking what they mommy do | |
And why she lock us in the bedroom | |
I think mommy getting paid to screw | |
Cause every night it' s a different dude | |
I tried to tell | |
Chorus | |
Little man how old are you you can tell me | |
And what you doing skipping school | |
I see you running with your lil' crew | |
Out there fighting over red and blue | |
So now you wanna claim gangs | |
Even heard you bought a ? that ain' t it | |
You started out with chronic on the grain | |
Now you' re smoking amphetamines | |
I ain' t trying to sway your dreams | |
Just trying to show you, that' s it' s other ways to make cream | |
Take it from me | |
Just go to school and make something of | |
Your young life and watch it blow up | |
You ain' t gotta stop being cool | |
Don' t even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels and fast cars | |
Just keep it real with your game son | |
And don' t forget were you came from | |
I' m trying to tell ya | |
Chorus x4 |