歌曲 | That's All She Wrote |
歌手 | Richard Elliot |
专辑 | City Speak |
T.I. Feat. Eminem - That's All She Wrote | |
Now I don't really care what you call me | |
just as long as you dont call me rude | |
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me | |
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote | |
streets like cold Chicago | |
aint nothing new I've seen it all before | |
but still I ball like no tomorrow | |
goodnight it's over with thats all she wrote | |
all she wrote, all she wrote | |
I said it's over with thats all she wrote | |
all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote | |
Goodnight its over with… | |
Its stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that i'm | |
sewing up the game, strong like they hate me for it | |
Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join | |
others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn | |
you tell lies, get caught, n-gga kick rocks | |
you never did blend in with the big shots | |
its on the fast track, aint no need for no pit stops | |
I just laugh at, n-gga wishing it was this hot | |
guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off | |
better that than pissed on | |
I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones | |
catch me in the end zone | |
high stepping prime time | |
thought you n-ggas been on | |
aint no blocking my shine | |
like my new air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time | |
My like Checki checki sigtig right | |
So call me what u want | |
you wanna hate, have a nice time | |
while I get stupid paper, hey my dough aint in its right mind | |
(mind, mind) | |
Now I don't really care what you call me | |
just as long as you dont call me rude | |
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me | |
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote | |
streets like cold Chicago | |
aint nothing new I've seen it all before | |
but still I ball like no tomorrow | |
goodnight it's over with thats all she wrote | |
Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hip you | |
never let these traits trick you | |
mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, sh-t | |
dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch | |
sh-t you talk about some adivce that sticks with you | |
if i should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns | |
like double stick, its you but f-ck em TIP, its cold | |
its chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it's f-cking igloo eating fudgesicles | |
I'd rather slip and fall in sh-t than fall in love with you | |
before I tie a f-cking knot I'd tie you in one bitch | |
you think this is some Nintendo game how f-cking dumb is you | |
I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you | |
so here's a penny for your thoughts | |
but it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle | |
f-ck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue | |
thats a bombshell, scud missle! | |
I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you | |
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud | |
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle | |
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle | |
So f-ck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister | |
Now I don't really care what you call me | |
you can even call me cold | |
these bitches know as soon as they saw me | |
its never me to get the privilege to know em | |
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go | |
still I ball like there's no tomorrow | |
goodnight it's over with thats all she wrote | |
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with | |
But don't get mad at me | |
go blame the chick who wrote this shit | |
ya life is sure a bitch | |
but she know I'm rich | |
that why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick | |
here I go again, | |
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in | |
Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be poor again | |
see me posted in anything, wearing any chain | |
never gon see me toting anything | |
all you gon see is BANG! | |
its so nice where I kick it, | |
hate you never get to visit | |
yeah I'm on another level | |
but you n-ggas still can get it | |
its all over fore you finish | |
sorry bro this road we end it | |
won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business | |
yeah, I said I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief | |
I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine | |
let em get a good taste of it | |
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, | |
but in case you didnt | |
this is so bad, stick a nose to your forehead and staple it | |
life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it | |
so I pace this shit a little bit quicker | |
that clock comer racing in double time | |
but I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time | |
it may take you pricks to catch on | |
while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong | |
man I still say K-mart like theres an apostrophe "S" on it dog | |
and they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong | |
but if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg | |
Now I don't really care what you call me | |
you can even call me cold | |
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me | |
Goodnight it's over with, thats all she wrote | |
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go | |
still I ball like there's no tomorrow | |
Good night is over with thats all she wrote | |
all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote | |
I said its over with | |
thats all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote | |
"Goodnight it's over with" thats all she wrote |
T. I. Feat. Eminem That' s All She Wrote | |
Now I don' t really care what you call me | |
just as long as you dont call me rude | |
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me | |
" Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote | |
streets like cold Chicago | |
aint nothing new I' ve seen it all before | |
but still I ball like no tomorrow | |
goodnight it' s over with thats all she wrote | |
all she wrote, all she wrote | |
I said it' s over with thats all she wrote | |
all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote | |
Goodnight its over with | |
Its stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that i' m | |
sewing up the game, strong like they hate me for it | |
Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join | |
others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn | |
you tell lies, get caught, ngga kick rocks | |
you never did blend in with the big shots | |
its on the fast track, aint no need for no pit stops | |
I just laugh at, ngga wishing it was this hot | |
guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off | |
better that than pissed on | |
I' m the Jetsons you the Flintstones | |
catch me in the end zone | |
high stepping prime time | |
thought you nggas been on | |
aint no blocking my shine | |
like my new air Yeezy' s, you can see me in the night time | |
My like Checki checki sigtig right | |
So call me what u want | |
you wanna hate, have a nice time | |
while I get stupid paper, hey my dough aint in its right mind | |
mind, mind | |
Now I don' t really care what you call me | |
just as long as you dont call me rude | |
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me | |
" Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote | |
streets like cold Chicago | |
aint nothing new I' ve seen it all before | |
but still I ball like no tomorrow | |
goodnight it' s over with thats all she wrote | |
Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hip you | |
never let these traits trick you | |
mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, sht | |
dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch | |
sht you talk about some adivce that sticks with you | |
if i should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns | |
like double stick, its you but fck em TIP, its cold | |
its chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it' s fcking igloo eating fudgesicles | |
I' d rather slip and fall in sht than fall in love with you | |
before I tie a fcking knot I' d tie you in one bitch | |
you think this is some Nintendo game how fcking dumb is you | |
I' ll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you | |
so here' s a penny for your thoughts | |
but it won' t buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle | |
fck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue | |
thats a bombshell, scud missle! | |
I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you | |
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud | |
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle | |
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle | |
So fck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister | |
Now I don' t really care what you call me | |
you can even call me cold | |
these bitches know as soon as they saw me | |
its never me to get the privilege to know em | |
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I' m gonna go | |
still I ball like there' s no tomorrow | |
goodnight it' s over with thats all she wrote | |
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with | |
But don' t get mad at me | |
go blame the chick who wrote this shit | |
ya life is sure a bitch | |
but she know I' m rich | |
that why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick | |
here I go again, | |
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in | |
Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I' m paid never gon be poor again | |
see me posted in anything, wearing any chain | |
never gon see me toting anything | |
all you gon see is BANG! | |
its so nice where I kick it, | |
hate you never get to visit | |
yeah I' m on another level | |
but you nggas still can get it | |
its all over fore you finish | |
sorry bro this road we end it | |
won' t give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business | |
yeah, I said I wouldn' t give you the dirt off my handkerchief | |
I' m giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine | |
let em get a good taste of it | |
I' m sure you got that relationship memo by now, | |
but in case you didnt | |
this is so bad, stick a nose to your forehead and staple it | |
life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it | |
so I pace this shit a little bit quicker | |
that clock comer racing in double time | |
but I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time | |
it may take you pricks to catch on | |
while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong | |
man I still say Kmart like theres an apostrophe " S" on it dog | |
and they say McDonalds isn' t a restaurant well I guess I' m wrong | |
but if you gon tell me that the A W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the " F" on dawg | |
Now I don' t really care what you call me | |
you can even call me cold | |
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me | |
Goodnight it' s over with, thats all she wrote | |
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I' m gonna go | |
still I ball like there' s no tomorrow | |
Good night is over with thats all she wrote | |
all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote | |
I said its over with | |
thats all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote | |
" Goodnight it' s over with" thats all she wrote |