| 作词 : Maurice Shadee Clarke/John Barnes | |
| 作曲 : Fabrice Creestal Ferrando | |
| Pay dues, make moves, show and prove... you know the rules. | |
| Tie your shoes mother****er, tie your shoes mother****er | |
| White girl wit' the black snake moan | |
| I'm finna take home | |
| Is she really wit' me | |
| Or in it for CM JONES | |
| CM JONES, CM JONES, CM JONES | |
| Naked pictures always end up in my phone | |
| Is it my occupation? | |
| The pigment of my skin | |
| Or is it just fascination? | |
| Find out, let's find out, find out | |
| My Mama told me b***h step ya game up | |
| I raised you better than that | |
| All that superficial shit don't be dwelling on that | |
| I'm just a young ass b***h | |
| Who just happen to rap | |
| With that Rosa Parks flow | |
| Get yo ass in the back | |
| It's all good | |
| My b***h it's all good | |
| From the burbs to the hood | |
| Still wish a b***h would, like I should | |
| How it better be | |
| Like If I die right now | |
| I guess that’s just my destiny | |
| I always keep a girl that come second like the letter B | |
| Keep that ass in my lap like Santa | |
| And then I Sway | |
| 'Cause I ain't got all the answers | |
| Yea I ain't got all the answers | |
| What? | |
| [Blu] | |
| Some people pay dues, others break rules | |
| No matter what, we can’t walk the same shoes | |
| Since grade school, I knew to stay cool | |
| Not knowing it would later define the name Blu | |
| Age two I made due, age eight I drank brews | |
| Broke curfew, running out doing things you can’t do | |
| I say blame Hugh, he stayed true | |
| If they knew what I was doing they’d call me a straight jew | |
| Original habiru, my spiritual prelude | |
| Telling people im god, only on april fool’s | |
| 83 I came through, solo baby boom | |
| Out the womb rocking fruit of a looms, who would have knew | |
| Met a smooth cameroon one beautiful afternoon | |
| Last june, sitting on a half moon, mad rude | |
| Bad mood, blame it on the b*****s with attitudes | |
| Now I’m in a rap group, I used to shoot mad hoops | |
| Trying to go pro, but instead became a sad snoop | |
| Ask zeus, the angle on my ego is obtuse | |
| Leaving mics abused I’ve used the wrong tools | |
| But salute to all the hoes at shows, that ain't shit |
| zuo ci : Maurice Shadee Clarke John Barnes | |
| zuo qu : Fabrice Creestal Ferrando | |
| Pay dues, make moves, show and prove. . . you know the rules. | |
| Tie your shoes mother er, tie your shoes mother er | |
| White girl wit' the black snake moan | |
| I' m finna take home | |
| Is she really wit' me | |
| Or in it for CM JONES | |
| CM JONES, CM JONES, CM JONES | |
| Naked pictures always end up in my phone | |
| Is it my occupation? | |
| The pigment of my skin | |
| Or is it just fascination? | |
| Find out, let' s find out, find out | |
| My Mama told me b h step ya game up | |
| I raised you better than that | |
| All that superficial shit don' t be dwelling on that | |
| I' m just a young ass b h | |
| Who just happen to rap | |
| With that Rosa Parks flow | |
| Get yo ass in the back | |
| It' s all good | |
| My b h it' s all good | |
| From the burbs to the hood | |
| Still wish a b h would, like I should | |
| How it better be | |
| Like If I die right now | |
| I guess that' s just my destiny | |
| I always keep a girl that come second like the letter B | |
| Keep that ass in my lap like Santa | |
| And then I Sway | |
| ' Cause I ain' t got all the answers | |
| Yea I ain' t got all the answers | |
| What? | |
| Blu | |
| Some people pay dues, others break rules | |
| No matter what, we can' t walk the same shoes | |
| Since grade school, I knew to stay cool | |
| Not knowing it would later define the name Blu | |
| Age two I made due, age eight I drank brews | |
| Broke curfew, running out doing things you can' t do | |
| I say blame Hugh, he stayed true | |
| If they knew what I was doing they' d call me a straight jew | |
| Original habiru, my spiritual prelude | |
| Telling people im god, only on april fool' s | |
| 83 I came through, solo baby boom | |
| Out the womb rocking fruit of a looms, who would have knew | |
| Met a smooth cameroon one beautiful afternoon | |
| Last june, sitting on a half moon, mad rude | |
| Bad mood, blame it on the b s with attitudes | |
| Now I' m in a rap group, I used to shoot mad hoops | |
| Trying to go pro, but instead became a sad snoop | |
| Ask zeus, the angle on my ego is obtuse | |
| Leaving mics abused I' ve used the wrong tools | |
| But salute to all the hoes at shows, that ain' t shit |
| zuò cí : Maurice Shadee Clarke John Barnes | |
| zuò qǔ : Fabrice Creestal Ferrando | |
| Pay dues, make moves, show and prove. . . you know the rules. | |
| Tie your shoes mother er, tie your shoes mother er | |
| White girl wit' the black snake moan | |
| I' m finna take home | |
| Is she really wit' me | |
| Or in it for CM JONES | |
| CM JONES, CM JONES, CM JONES | |
| Naked pictures always end up in my phone | |
| Is it my occupation? | |
| The pigment of my skin | |
| Or is it just fascination? | |
| Find out, let' s find out, find out | |
| My Mama told me b h step ya game up | |
| I raised you better than that | |
| All that superficial shit don' t be dwelling on that | |
| I' m just a young ass b h | |
| Who just happen to rap | |
| With that Rosa Parks flow | |
| Get yo ass in the back | |
| It' s all good | |
| My b h it' s all good | |
| From the burbs to the hood | |
| Still wish a b h would, like I should | |
| How it better be | |
| Like If I die right now | |
| I guess that' s just my destiny | |
| I always keep a girl that come second like the letter B | |
| Keep that ass in my lap like Santa | |
| And then I Sway | |
| ' Cause I ain' t got all the answers | |
| Yea I ain' t got all the answers | |
| What? | |
| Blu | |
| Some people pay dues, others break rules | |
| No matter what, we can' t walk the same shoes | |
| Since grade school, I knew to stay cool | |
| Not knowing it would later define the name Blu | |
| Age two I made due, age eight I drank brews | |
| Broke curfew, running out doing things you can' t do | |
| I say blame Hugh, he stayed true | |
| If they knew what I was doing they' d call me a straight jew | |
| Original habiru, my spiritual prelude | |
| Telling people im god, only on april fool' s | |
| 83 I came through, solo baby boom | |
| Out the womb rocking fruit of a looms, who would have knew | |
| Met a smooth cameroon one beautiful afternoon | |
| Last june, sitting on a half moon, mad rude | |
| Bad mood, blame it on the b s with attitudes | |
| Now I' m in a rap group, I used to shoot mad hoops | |
| Trying to go pro, but instead became a sad snoop | |
| Ask zeus, the angle on my ego is obtuse | |
| Leaving mics abused I' ve used the wrong tools | |
| But salute to all the hoes at shows, that ain' t shit |
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