歌曲 | Ain't Nut'in Personal |
歌手 | Snoop Dogg |
专辑 | The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : C Murder ... | |
Kill, kill, kill | |
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll nigga? | |
Snoop Dogg, | |
C-Murder and | |
Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch | |
Nigga nigga | |
I'ma rida, ride with | |
G'sAnd ship keys overseas by the three's | |
Keep an eye on my enemies | |
Snoop and | |
Silk in da back of the | |
LacWith that | |
AKs limosine tint with a infra-red | |
Mother fucker gonna die tonight | |
That's why | |
I smoke weed get high tonight | |
I'ma no limit soldier with tru dated in blood | |
I went to jail for years, for movin' bundles a drugs | |
Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in danger | |
I ain't trippin' on and ain't be needin' no strangers | |
I'ma tank representer till | |
I'm history | |
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory | |
So throw 'em up if you a soldier | |
And Snoop | |
Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha | |
I know you mother fucking feel me | |
C-murder ain't gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Now how many niggaz you know that can fuck around | |
And die and come back? | |
Then get hooked up with the number one label and rap, like that? | |
Shit I can't be duplicated but | |
I'm highly playa hated | |
And I been reinstated and | |
I thank God that | |
I finally made it | |
Fated many niggas, just to get one mack | |
Remember I'm that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map | |
He never craps, only five deuces | |
I mix that | |
Moet, white star with them orange juices | |
I hang out with real niggas like | |
Silk and C- | |
MurderTru niggas, do niggas like you niggas | |
Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to blast | |
And I'm so serious about my hustlin' gots to have my cash | |
Can you imagin' if | |
I was broke? | |
Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no raps | |
I'd have my strap running up in your fuckin' throat | |
Takin' all your dough and your gold and your cars' | |
Cuz big Snoop | |
Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap star | |
See I'ma gangsta and you are not | |
And you a sucka and | |
I rockI'm draped in my army fatigues blowing on green trees | |
In the Navigator and keep the heat for them paper hatas | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, kill | |
Shit's real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed | |
And mama always told me if you ain't down to ride with | |
GodDown to die with | |
God you ain't no mother fucking soldier | |
No limit datted on my back and my stomach' | |
Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me love' | |
Cuz when I make music with thugs, | |
I make moves | |
Told you I was coming out hard | |
I was coming out large | |
Seen this guy named | |
Van I bring the pain 'em | |
Everybody coming out stars | |
See now me, | |
C, and Snoop in da coupe | |
Conversatin' about loop | |
I told niggas rap shit isn't bad, | |
I blast 'em 'fore | |
I ask 'em, | |
I shootJust a young nigga 'bout raising hell and makin' mail | |
You a trip | |
I told you | |
I was doing this shit on bail, it's cool | |
Back up nigga, can't flame that shit like drugs | |
And see I'ma nigga, | |
I'm gonna hang like a nigga | |
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods | |
Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can't hold me down | |
Don't even trip my nigga | |
Snoop if you a soldier now | |
Do what ya think bitch | |
For this tank bitch | |
I stay quick and work | |
And I got no limit scattered on my fucking forehead | |
That's why | |
I do so much dirt | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill |
zuo ci : C Murder ... | |
Kill, kill, kill | |
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll nigga? | |
Snoop Dogg, | |
CMurder and | |
Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch | |
Nigga nigga | |
I' ma rida, ride with | |
G' sAnd ship keys overseas by the three' s | |
Keep an eye on my enemies | |
Snoop and | |
Silk in da back of the | |
LacWith that | |
AKs limosine tint with a infrared | |
Mother fucker gonna die tonight | |
That' s why | |
I smoke weed get high tonight | |
I' ma no limit soldier with tru dated in blood | |
I went to jail for years, for movin' bundles a drugs | |
Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in danger | |
I ain' t trippin' on and ain' t be needin' no strangers | |
I' ma tank representer till | |
I' m history | |
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory | |
So throw ' em up if you a soldier | |
And Snoop | |
Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha | |
I know you mother fucking feel me | |
Cmurder ain' t gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Now how many niggaz you know that can fuck around | |
And die and come back? | |
Then get hooked up with the number one label and rap, like that? | |
Shit I can' t be duplicated but | |
I' m highly playa hated | |
And I been reinstated and | |
I thank God that | |
I finally made it | |
Fated many niggas, just to get one mack | |
Remember I' m that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map | |
He never craps, only five deuces | |
I mix that | |
Moet, white star with them orange juices | |
I hang out with real niggas like | |
Silk and C | |
MurderTru niggas, do niggas like you niggas | |
Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to blast | |
And I' m so serious about my hustlin' gots to have my cash | |
Can you imagin' if | |
I was broke? | |
Shit I wouldn' t be bustin' no raps | |
I' d have my strap running up in your fuckin' throat | |
Takin' all your dough and your gold and your cars' | |
Cuz big Snoop | |
Dogg ain' t no mother fucking rap star | |
See I' ma gangsta and you are not | |
And you a sucka and | |
I rockI' m draped in my army fatigues blowing on green trees | |
In the Navigator and keep the heat for them paper hatas | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, kill | |
Shit' s real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed | |
And mama always told me if you ain' t down to ride with | |
GodDown to die with | |
God you ain' t no mother fucking soldier | |
No limit datted on my back and my stomach' | |
Cuz I' ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me love' | |
Cuz when I make music with thugs, | |
I make moves | |
Told you I was coming out hard | |
I was coming out large | |
Seen this guy named | |
Van I bring the pain ' em | |
Everybody coming out stars | |
See now me, | |
C, and Snoop in da coupe | |
Conversatin' about loop | |
I told niggas rap shit isn' t bad, | |
I blast ' em ' fore | |
I ask ' em, | |
I shootJust a young nigga ' bout raising hell and makin' mail | |
You a trip | |
I told you | |
I was doing this shit on bail, it' s cool | |
Back up nigga, can' t flame that shit like drugs | |
And see I' ma nigga, | |
I' m gonna hang like a nigga | |
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods | |
Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can' t hold me down | |
Don' t even trip my nigga | |
Snoop if you a soldier now | |
Do what ya think bitch | |
For this tank bitch | |
I stay quick and work | |
And I got no limit scattered on my fucking forehead | |
That' s why | |
I do so much dirt | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill |
zuò cí : C Murder ... | |
Kill, kill, kill | |
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll nigga? | |
Snoop Dogg, | |
CMurder and | |
Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch | |
Nigga nigga | |
I' ma rida, ride with | |
G' sAnd ship keys overseas by the three' s | |
Keep an eye on my enemies | |
Snoop and | |
Silk in da back of the | |
LacWith that | |
AKs limosine tint with a infrared | |
Mother fucker gonna die tonight | |
That' s why | |
I smoke weed get high tonight | |
I' ma no limit soldier with tru dated in blood | |
I went to jail for years, for movin' bundles a drugs | |
Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in danger | |
I ain' t trippin' on and ain' t be needin' no strangers | |
I' ma tank representer till | |
I' m history | |
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory | |
So throw ' em up if you a soldier | |
And Snoop | |
Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha | |
I know you mother fucking feel me | |
Cmurder ain' t gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Now how many niggaz you know that can fuck around | |
And die and come back? | |
Then get hooked up with the number one label and rap, like that? | |
Shit I can' t be duplicated but | |
I' m highly playa hated | |
And I been reinstated and | |
I thank God that | |
I finally made it | |
Fated many niggas, just to get one mack | |
Remember I' m that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map | |
He never craps, only five deuces | |
I mix that | |
Moet, white star with them orange juices | |
I hang out with real niggas like | |
Silk and C | |
MurderTru niggas, do niggas like you niggas | |
Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to blast | |
And I' m so serious about my hustlin' gots to have my cash | |
Can you imagin' if | |
I was broke? | |
Shit I wouldn' t be bustin' no raps | |
I' d have my strap running up in your fuckin' throat | |
Takin' all your dough and your gold and your cars' | |
Cuz big Snoop | |
Dogg ain' t no mother fucking rap star | |
See I' ma gangsta and you are not | |
And you a sucka and | |
I rockI' m draped in my army fatigues blowing on green trees | |
In the Navigator and keep the heat for them paper hatas | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, kill | |
Shit' s real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed | |
And mama always told me if you ain' t down to ride with | |
GodDown to die with | |
God you ain' t no mother fucking soldier | |
No limit datted on my back and my stomach' | |
Cuz I' ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me love' | |
Cuz when I make music with thugs, | |
I make moves | |
Told you I was coming out hard | |
I was coming out large | |
Seen this guy named | |
Van I bring the pain ' em | |
Everybody coming out stars | |
See now me, | |
C, and Snoop in da coupe | |
Conversatin' about loop | |
I told niggas rap shit isn' t bad, | |
I blast ' em ' fore | |
I ask ' em, | |
I shootJust a young nigga ' bout raising hell and makin' mail | |
You a trip | |
I told you | |
I was doing this shit on bail, it' s cool | |
Back up nigga, can' t flame that shit like drugs | |
And see I' ma nigga, | |
I' m gonna hang like a nigga | |
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods | |
Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can' t hold me down | |
Don' t even trip my nigga | |
Snoop if you a soldier now | |
Do what ya think bitch | |
For this tank bitch | |
I stay quick and work | |
And I got no limit scattered on my fucking forehead | |
That' s why | |
I do so much dirt | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
Ain' t nut' in personal tru you see it' s all about respect | |
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda | |
I' m never caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash | |
Kill, kill, kill |