Mafia Music - Album Version (Explicit)

Mafia Music - Album Version (Explicit) 歌词

歌曲	Mafia Music - Album Version (Explicit)
歌手	Rick Ross
专辑	Deeper Than Rap
下载	Image LRC TXT

[00:11.61]	I got a feelin nigga wit it （?） and my money be da root.
[00:14.84]	Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
[00:17.85]	Pull up in a Dawes （?）, canaries （?） dey go on roof,
[00:20.70]	Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
[00:23.77]	Dat boy had it hard, no facade it's da truth,
[00:26.68]	So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
[00:29.73]	Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
[00:32.55]	Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
[00:35.88]	Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
[00:38.83]	I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
[00:41.80]	Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
[00:44.80]	These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
[00:47.75]	I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
[00:50.76]	We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
[00:53.85]	Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
[00:56.80]	I still do both but somehow I got by.
[00:59.47]
[00:59.87]	Preflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
[01:02.81]	Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
[01:05.86]	Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
[01:08.73]	Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light.
[01:11.80]	But who really cares? You just throw it in the air,
[01:14.84]	Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo毛t in her hair-
[01:17.76]	Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
[01:20.80]	Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
[01:23.82]	Dat boy get salad （?）, beef bout movements,
[01:26.86]	BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
[01:29.95]	Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
[01:32.83]	Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.
[01:35.86]	Shootin at da cops- fuck one time.
[01:38.78]	I gave her to da block, I fucked one time.
[01:41.79]	We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
[01:44.69]	Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
[01:47.89]	Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
[01:50.67]	Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit.
[01:53.87]	1996, kilos was the shit,
[01:56.67]	But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
[01:59.98]	Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
[02:02.71]	But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin.
[02:05.80]	Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
[02:08.77]	Kept my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks.
[02:11.78]	I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
[02:14.96]	I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
[02:17.95]	Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls,
[02:20.74]	If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
[02:23.96]	10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big,
[02:26.85]	I just sit back like: Look what I did.
[02:29.90]	Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness,
[02:32.90]	Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business.
[02:35.76]
[02:36.06]	Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant,
[02:38.58]	People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
[02:41.90]	Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
[02:44.75]	Beef? I'll make u dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
[02:47.75]	A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port,
[02:50.82]	You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
[02:53.84]	Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
[02:56.71]	I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored.
[02:59.50]
[02:59.89]	We steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
[03:02.85]	And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
[03:05.78]	I love to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent,
[03:08.71]	Curtis Jackson baby mama ain't askin for a cent.
[03:11.84]	Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
[03:14.74]	Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
[03:17.87]	To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured,
[03:20.85]	Caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
[03:23.89]	Homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny,
[03:26.82]	Women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
[03:29.86]	I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
[03:32.79]	Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
[03:35.80]	Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
[03:38.85]	I knew it wouldn't work, but I just like to give.
[03:42.06]	Used to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
[03:44.81]	Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin crab meats.
[03:48.00]	Ice so right, otha rappers envy,
[03:50.83]	Dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
[03:53.78]	Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
[03:56.78]	This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.
[04:01.24]

[00:11.61]	I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
[00:14.84]	Look up at da stars, she like " Honey where da roof?"
[00:17.85]	Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof,
[00:20.70]	Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
[00:23.77]	Dat boy had it hard, no facade it' s da truth,
[00:26.68]	So now when I menage and get massaged it' s da proof.
[00:29.73]	Proof' s in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
[00:32.55]	Paper dat I' m makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
[00:35.88]	Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
[00:38.83]	I flip my middle finga, I' m chillin on twenty million.
[00:41.80]	Da rumors turn me on I' m masterbatin at da top,
[00:44.80]	These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
[00:47.75]	I' m dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
[00:50.76]	We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
[00:53.85]	Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
[00:56.80]	I still do both but somehow I got by.
[00:59.47]
[00:59.87]	Preflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
[01:02.81]	Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
[01:05.86]	Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
[01:08.73]	Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light.
[01:11.80]	But who really cares? You just throw it in the air,
[01:14.84]	Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo mao t in her hair
[01:17.76]	Excuse me, her weeve the bluest of weed,
[01:20.80]	Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
[01:23.82]	Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements,
[01:26.86]	BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
[01:29.95]	Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
[01:32.83]	Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.
[01:35.86]	Shootin at da cops fuck one time.
[01:38.78]	I gave her to da block, I fucked one time.
[01:41.79]	We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
[01:44.69]	Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
[01:47.89]	Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
[01:50.67]	Banned in 1994 but I' m too legit to quit.
[01:53.87]	1996, kilos was the shit,
[01:56.67]	But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
[01:59.98]	Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
[02:02.71]	But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin.
[02:05.80]	Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
[02:08.77]	Kept my name low key, I ain' t heard from in weeks.
[02:11.78]	I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
[02:14.96]	I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
[02:17.95]	Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls,
[02:20.74]	If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
[02:23.96]	10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big,
[02:26.85]	I just sit back like: Look what I did.
[02:29.90]	Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness,
[02:32.90]	Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business.
[02:35.76]
[02:36.06]	Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant,
[02:38.58]	People lookin from a distance think I' m Big Daddy Kunk,
[02:41.90]	Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
[02:44.75]	Beef? I' ll make u dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
[02:47.75]	A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port,
[02:50.82]	You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
[02:53.84]	Niggas ain' t loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
[02:56.71]	I' m laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when I' m bored.
[02:59.50]
[02:59.89]	We steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
[03:02.85]	And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
[03:05.78]	I love to pay her bills, can' t wait to pay her rent,
[03:08.71]	Curtis Jackson baby mama ain' t askin for a cent.
[03:11.84]	Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
[03:14.74]	Don' t forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
[03:17.87]	To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured,
[03:20.85]	Caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
[03:23.89]	Homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny,
[03:26.82]	Women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
[03:29.86]	I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
[03:32.79]	Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
[03:35.80]	Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
[03:38.85]	I knew it wouldn' t work, but I just like to give.
[03:42.06]	Used to run da street young nigga, bare feet,
[03:44.81]	Now I' m in da suites and I' m eatin crab meats.
[03:48.00]	Ice so right, otha rappers envy,
[03:50.83]	Dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
[03:53.78]	Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
[03:56.78]	This a letter to my enemies, one I won' t send.
[04:01.24]

[00:11.61]	I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
[00:14.84]	Look up at da stars, she like " Honey where da roof?"
[00:17.85]	Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof,
[00:20.70]	Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
[00:23.77]	Dat boy had it hard, no facade it' s da truth,
[00:26.68]	So now when I menage and get massaged it' s da proof.
[00:29.73]	Proof' s in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
[00:32.55]	Paper dat I' m makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
[00:35.88]	Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
[00:38.83]	I flip my middle finga, I' m chillin on twenty million.
[00:41.80]	Da rumors turn me on I' m masterbatin at da top,
[00:44.80]	These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
[00:47.75]	I' m dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
[00:50.76]	We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
[00:53.85]	Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
[00:56.80]	I still do both but somehow I got by.
[00:59.47]
[00:59.87]	Preflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
[01:02.81]	Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
[01:05.86]	Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
[01:08.73]	Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light.
[01:11.80]	But who really cares? You just throw it in the air,
[01:14.84]	Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo máo t in her hair
[01:17.76]	Excuse me, her weeve the bluest of weed,
[01:20.80]	Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
[01:23.82]	Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements,
[01:26.86]	BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
[01:29.95]	Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
[01:32.83]	Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.
[01:35.86]	Shootin at da cops fuck one time.
[01:38.78]	I gave her to da block, I fucked one time.
[01:41.79]	We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
[01:44.69]	Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
[01:47.89]	Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
[01:50.67]	Banned in 1994 but I' m too legit to quit.
[01:53.87]	1996, kilos was the shit,
[01:56.67]	But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
[01:59.98]	Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
[02:02.71]	But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin.
[02:05.80]	Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
[02:08.77]	Kept my name low key, I ain' t heard from in weeks.
[02:11.78]	I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
[02:14.96]	I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
[02:17.95]	Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls,
[02:20.74]	If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
[02:23.96]	10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big,
[02:26.85]	I just sit back like: Look what I did.
[02:29.90]	Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness,
[02:32.90]	Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business.
[02:35.76]
[02:36.06]	Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant,
[02:38.58]	People lookin from a distance think I' m Big Daddy Kunk,
[02:41.90]	Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
[02:44.75]	Beef? I' ll make u dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
[02:47.75]	A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port,
[02:50.82]	You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
[02:53.84]	Niggas ain' t loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
[02:56.71]	I' m laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when I' m bored.
[02:59.50]
[02:59.89]	We steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
[03:02.85]	And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
[03:05.78]	I love to pay her bills, can' t wait to pay her rent,
[03:08.71]	Curtis Jackson baby mama ain' t askin for a cent.
[03:11.84]	Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
[03:14.74]	Don' t forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
[03:17.87]	To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured,
[03:20.85]	Caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
[03:23.89]	Homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny,
[03:26.82]	Women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
[03:29.86]	I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
[03:32.79]	Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
[03:35.80]	Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
[03:38.85]	I knew it wouldn' t work, but I just like to give.
[03:42.06]	Used to run da street young nigga, bare feet,
[03:44.81]	Now I' m in da suites and I' m eatin crab meats.
[03:48.00]	Ice so right, otha rappers envy,
[03:50.83]	Dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
[03:53.78]	Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
[03:56.78]	This a letter to my enemies, one I won' t send.
[04:01.24]

Mafia Music - Album Version (Explicit) 歌词

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