歌曲 | Young Seattle Pt 3 (Featuring Jarv Dee, Gifted Gab, J. Byrd, Dave B, B Skeez & Ryan Campbell) |
歌手 | Sam Lachow |
专辑 | Huckleberry |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:01.96] [Verse 1: Sam Lachow] | |
[00:03.94] | (Uh, uh) |
[00:04.95] | (Here we go) |
[00:06.57] | Young Seattle (Woo) |
[00:08.33] | Part 3, c’mon |
[00:10.64] | Where you at? |
[00:12.79] | I’ve been gone for the winter |
[00:13.61] | Back stage ring leader, kill ‘em all in a minute |
[00:15.90] | Huckleberry slim pickin’s, it was all inconsiderate |
[00:18.13] | **** em |
[00:20.07] | They need me like a plug to a clucka |
[00:21.12] | Now where you at? |
[00:22.84] | I don’t know anymore |
[00:23.88] | My whole posse came through the party when she open the door |
[00:25.52] | And if you down with the freak, I’ll be your man for the week |
[00:28.60] | They mess around behind your back, ya call me Sammy La-cheat (Ha ha) |
[00:30.40] | Now where you at? |
[00:31.33] | |
[00:31.83] [Verse 2: Jarv D] | |
[00:32.96] | Probably somewhere I shouldn’t be |
[00:33.98] | Basking in m*******as while laughin’ at those ain’t feelin me |
[00:35.56] | How he gon’ kill my vibe? |
[00:37.39] | He cannot match my energy |
[00:38.76] | ***** you’re not offending me, please don’t catch no injury |
[00:41.59] | Name tat on a couple of b*****s, they gon’ remember me |
[00:43.94] | Your music so forgettable, waste of space in my memory (Oh) |
[00:46.47] | Do this s**t for fun, but ***** we getting’ funds |
[00:48.70] | While these haters lookin stupid throwin shade up on the sun |
[00:50.51] | I’m with my gang, where you at? |
[00:52.05] | |
[00:52.32] [Verse 3: Gifted Gab] | |
[00:53.31] | I’m where I’m at *****, **** ‘em |
[00:54.05] | I’m tryna cop a dub, I’m on 23rd and Judkins (Heh) |
[00:56.62] | You know it’s something when ****** hit cuts and rollin up blunts and breakin out dutches |
[01:01.51] | Makin mad ruckus, trust me I’m the illest |
[01:03.92] | I’m a mother ******* monster, I’m subconsciously a killa’ |
[01:06.30] | I be bustin hella donuts, I be bumpin hella Dilla |
[01:09.31] I am talking to the grown-ups, don’t forget [?] | gang ya ***** |
[01:11.90] | Now where you at? |
[01:12.95] | |
[01:13.19] [Verse 4: J Byrd] | |
[01:13.77] | I’m in the trap house |
[01:15.54] | Smacked out with fat loud, bats in the background |
[01:16.86] | With a couple white b*****s, keep ‘em passed out |
[01:19.01] | One getting lined up the other getting capped out |
[01:21.46] [?] | |
[01:25.08] | Rollin like a carousel, higher than a ferris wheel |
[01:26.15] | Laced guys share their pills |
[01:28.02] | Likely with the Seroquel |
[01:29.01] | In a slew of groupie ratchets fighting for a pair of heels |
[01:32.75] | Where you at? |
[01:33.29] | |
[01:33.42] [Verse 5: Dave B] | |
[01:33.80] | Probably in the suburbs |
[01:35.04] | Probably with some white girls, I got molly in the cupboard |
[01:36.78] | I be Jazz, I be Blues |
[01:37.79] | I be high, I be solo tho |
[01:39.35] | I ain’t got the answers, don’t be rocking hella polo doe |
[01:41.79] | My mind in the matrix, blind to the basic |
[01:43.99] | Running out of everything but time and amazing |
[01:46.53] | My aura be auspicious |
[01:47.90] | I’m bombing your prom pictures |
[01:49.67] | Crashing a Zumba class eating Ziti with bomb b*****s |
[01:51.71] | ***** now where you at? |
[01:52.17] | |
[01:53.47] [Verse 6: B Skeez] | |
[01:54.09] | I’m in the valley |
[01:55.15] | Somewhere in the hood, shooting dice up in the ally |
[01:56.63] | I love my city but my kush come from cali |
[01:59.63] | We move fast, we be Audi (Pew) |
[02:01.50] | Get a P for twenty-two and sell it for three thousand |
[02:04.55] | I need a whip with no roof that I can style in |
[02:06.87] | Hustling out here, ducking out here |
[02:09.46] | Man you fat dudes bluffing out here |
[02:11.24] | Look in the mirror (Uh) |
[02:12.34] | Now where you at? |
[02:13.45] | |
[02:13.93] [Verse 7: Ryan Campbell] | |
[02:14.12] | Suran wrap rapping |
[02:15.35] | Banana Goo Pie and a hundred gram patties |
[02:16.35] | The rubber bands fly, I’m a hundred gram stacking |
[02:19.39] | Been a hella long time since I’ve had to gram bag it |
[02:21.48] | Real bad habit, loud like static |
[02:23.84] | She tests these keys, nose white like ceramic |
[02:26.37] | The SPD tried to harass these rappers |
[02:29.01] | We’re the ODB we some young dirty bastards |
[02:33.89] | Now where you at? |
[02:34.04] | |
[02:34.39] [Outro: Sam Lachow] | |
[02:34.66] | Doing something dumb |
[02:35.17] | Big homies keep ******* with me |
[02:35.90] | I always feel hella young |
[02:37.11] | These groupies keep doing bumps |
[02:38.23] | Come morning we boo the sun |
[02:39.61] | Can’t hang on molly grown fangs and chewing gum (Uh) |
[02:42.02] | Guess a lot’s changed since the last record |
[02:44.81] | I used to keep the ladies and (Shh) the rap separate |
[02:47.11] | But now I fell in it |
[02:49.92] | And I guess at this point I can’t tell the difference |
[02:51.97] | Young Seattle |
[02:52.90] | |
[02:53.40] |
[00:01.96] [Verse 1: Sam Lachow] | |
[00:03.94] | Uh, uh |
[00:04.95] | Here we go |
[00:06.57] | Young Seattle Woo |
[00:08.33] | Part 3, c' mon |
[00:10.64] | Where you at? |
[00:12.79] | I' ve been gone for the winter |
[00:13.61] | Back stage ring leader, kill ' em all in a minute |
[00:15.90] | Huckleberry slim pickin' s, it was all inconsiderate |
[00:18.13] | em |
[00:20.07] | They need me like a plug to a clucka |
[00:21.12] | Now where you at? |
[00:22.84] | I don' t know anymore |
[00:23.88] | My whole posse came through the party when she open the door |
[00:25.52] | And if you down with the freak, I' ll be your man for the week |
[00:28.60] | They mess around behind your back, ya call me Sammy Lacheat Ha ha |
[00:30.40] | Now where you at? |
[00:31.33] | |
[00:31.83] [Verse 2: Jarv D] | |
[00:32.96] | Probably somewhere I shouldn' t be |
[00:33.98] | Basking in m as while laughin' at those ain' t feelin me |
[00:35.56] | How he gon' kill my vibe? |
[00:37.39] | He cannot match my energy |
[00:38.76] | you' re not offending me, please don' t catch no injury |
[00:41.59] | Name tat on a couple of b s, they gon' remember me |
[00:43.94] | Your music so forgettable, waste of space in my memory Oh |
[00:46.47] | Do this s t for fun, but we getting' funds |
[00:48.70] | While these haters lookin stupid throwin shade up on the sun |
[00:50.51] | I' m with my gang, where you at? |
[00:52.05] | |
[00:52.32] [Verse 3: Gifted Gab] | |
[00:53.31] | I' m where I' m at , ' em |
[00:54.05] | I' m tryna cop a dub, I' m on 23rd and Judkins Heh |
[00:56.62] | You know it' s something when hit cuts and rollin up blunts and breakin out dutches |
[01:01.51] | Makin mad ruckus, trust me I' m the illest |
[01:03.92] | I' m a mother monster, I' m subconsciously a killa' |
[01:06.30] | I be bustin hella donuts, I be bumpin hella Dilla |
[01:09.31] I am talking to the grown-ups, don’t forget [?] | gang ya |
[01:11.90] | Now where you at? |
[01:12.95] | |
[01:13.19] [Verse 4: J Byrd] | |
[01:13.77] | I' m in the trap house |
[01:15.54] | Smacked out with fat loud, bats in the background |
[01:16.86] | With a couple white b s, keep ' em passed out |
[01:19.01] | One getting lined up the other getting capped out |
[01:21.46] [?] | |
[01:25.08] | Rollin like a carousel, higher than a ferris wheel |
[01:26.15] | Laced guys share their pills |
[01:28.02] | Likely with the Seroquel |
[01:29.01] | In a slew of groupie ratchets fighting for a pair of heels |
[01:32.75] | Where you at? |
[01:33.29] | |
[01:33.42] [Verse 5: Dave B] | |
[01:33.80] | Probably in the suburbs |
[01:35.04] | Probably with some white girls, I got molly in the cupboard |
[01:36.78] | I be Jazz, I be Blues |
[01:37.79] | I be high, I be solo tho |
[01:39.35] | I ain' t got the answers, don' t be rocking hella polo doe |
[01:41.79] | My mind in the matrix, blind to the basic |
[01:43.99] | Running out of everything but time and amazing |
[01:46.53] | My aura be auspicious |
[01:47.90] | I' m bombing your prom pictures |
[01:49.67] | Crashing a Zumba class eating Ziti with bomb b s |
[01:51.71] | now where you at? |
[01:52.17] | |
[01:53.47] [Verse 6: B Skeez] | |
[01:54.09] | I' m in the valley |
[01:55.15] | Somewhere in the hood, shooting dice up in the ally |
[01:56.63] | I love my city but my kush come from cali |
[01:59.63] | We move fast, we be Audi Pew |
[02:01.50] | Get a P for twentytwo and sell it for three thousand |
[02:04.55] | I need a whip with no roof that I can style in |
[02:06.87] | Hustling out here, ducking out here |
[02:09.46] | Man you fat dudes bluffing out here |
[02:11.24] | Look in the mirror Uh |
[02:12.34] | Now where you at? |
[02:13.45] | |
[02:13.93] [Verse 7: Ryan Campbell] | |
[02:14.12] | Suran wrap rapping |
[02:15.35] | Banana Goo Pie and a hundred gram patties |
[02:16.35] | The rubber bands fly, I' m a hundred gram stacking |
[02:19.39] | Been a hella long time since I' ve had to gram bag it |
[02:21.48] | Real bad habit, loud like static |
[02:23.84] | She tests these keys, nose white like ceramic |
[02:26.37] | The SPD tried to harass these rappers |
[02:29.01] | We' re the ODB we some young dirty bastards |
[02:33.89] | Now where you at? |
[02:34.04] | |
[02:34.39] [Outro: Sam Lachow] | |
[02:34.66] | Doing something dumb |
[02:35.17] | Big homies keep with me |
[02:35.90] | I always feel hella young |
[02:37.11] | These groupies keep doing bumps |
[02:38.23] | Come morning we boo the sun |
[02:39.61] | Can' t hang on molly grown fangs and chewing gum Uh |
[02:42.02] | Guess a lot' s changed since the last record |
[02:44.81] | I used to keep the ladies and Shh the rap separate |
[02:47.11] | But now I fell in it |
[02:49.92] | And I guess at this point I can' t tell the difference |
[02:51.97] | Young Seattle |
[02:52.90] | |
[02:53.40] |
[00:01.96] [Verse 1: Sam Lachow] | |
[00:03.94] | Uh, uh |
[00:04.95] | Here we go |
[00:06.57] | Young Seattle Woo |
[00:08.33] | Part 3, c' mon |
[00:10.64] | Where you at? |
[00:12.79] | I' ve been gone for the winter |
[00:13.61] | Back stage ring leader, kill ' em all in a minute |
[00:15.90] | Huckleberry slim pickin' s, it was all inconsiderate |
[00:18.13] | em |
[00:20.07] | They need me like a plug to a clucka |
[00:21.12] | Now where you at? |
[00:22.84] | I don' t know anymore |
[00:23.88] | My whole posse came through the party when she open the door |
[00:25.52] | And if you down with the freak, I' ll be your man for the week |
[00:28.60] | They mess around behind your back, ya call me Sammy Lacheat Ha ha |
[00:30.40] | Now where you at? |
[00:31.33] | |
[00:31.83] [Verse 2: Jarv D] | |
[00:32.96] | Probably somewhere I shouldn' t be |
[00:33.98] | Basking in m as while laughin' at those ain' t feelin me |
[00:35.56] | How he gon' kill my vibe? |
[00:37.39] | He cannot match my energy |
[00:38.76] | you' re not offending me, please don' t catch no injury |
[00:41.59] | Name tat on a couple of b s, they gon' remember me |
[00:43.94] | Your music so forgettable, waste of space in my memory Oh |
[00:46.47] | Do this s t for fun, but we getting' funds |
[00:48.70] | While these haters lookin stupid throwin shade up on the sun |
[00:50.51] | I' m with my gang, where you at? |
[00:52.05] | |
[00:52.32] [Verse 3: Gifted Gab] | |
[00:53.31] | I' m where I' m at , ' em |
[00:54.05] | I' m tryna cop a dub, I' m on 23rd and Judkins Heh |
[00:56.62] | You know it' s something when hit cuts and rollin up blunts and breakin out dutches |
[01:01.51] | Makin mad ruckus, trust me I' m the illest |
[01:03.92] | I' m a mother monster, I' m subconsciously a killa' |
[01:06.30] | I be bustin hella donuts, I be bumpin hella Dilla |
[01:09.31] I am talking to the grown-ups, don’t forget [?] | gang ya |
[01:11.90] | Now where you at? |
[01:12.95] | |
[01:13.19] [Verse 4: J Byrd] | |
[01:13.77] | I' m in the trap house |
[01:15.54] | Smacked out with fat loud, bats in the background |
[01:16.86] | With a couple white b s, keep ' em passed out |
[01:19.01] | One getting lined up the other getting capped out |
[01:21.46] [?] | |
[01:25.08] | Rollin like a carousel, higher than a ferris wheel |
[01:26.15] | Laced guys share their pills |
[01:28.02] | Likely with the Seroquel |
[01:29.01] | In a slew of groupie ratchets fighting for a pair of heels |
[01:32.75] | Where you at? |
[01:33.29] | |
[01:33.42] [Verse 5: Dave B] | |
[01:33.80] | Probably in the suburbs |
[01:35.04] | Probably with some white girls, I got molly in the cupboard |
[01:36.78] | I be Jazz, I be Blues |
[01:37.79] | I be high, I be solo tho |
[01:39.35] | I ain' t got the answers, don' t be rocking hella polo doe |
[01:41.79] | My mind in the matrix, blind to the basic |
[01:43.99] | Running out of everything but time and amazing |
[01:46.53] | My aura be auspicious |
[01:47.90] | I' m bombing your prom pictures |
[01:49.67] | Crashing a Zumba class eating Ziti with bomb b s |
[01:51.71] | now where you at? |
[01:52.17] | |
[01:53.47] [Verse 6: B Skeez] | |
[01:54.09] | I' m in the valley |
[01:55.15] | Somewhere in the hood, shooting dice up in the ally |
[01:56.63] | I love my city but my kush come from cali |
[01:59.63] | We move fast, we be Audi Pew |
[02:01.50] | Get a P for twentytwo and sell it for three thousand |
[02:04.55] | I need a whip with no roof that I can style in |
[02:06.87] | Hustling out here, ducking out here |
[02:09.46] | Man you fat dudes bluffing out here |
[02:11.24] | Look in the mirror Uh |
[02:12.34] | Now where you at? |
[02:13.45] | |
[02:13.93] [Verse 7: Ryan Campbell] | |
[02:14.12] | Suran wrap rapping |
[02:15.35] | Banana Goo Pie and a hundred gram patties |
[02:16.35] | The rubber bands fly, I' m a hundred gram stacking |
[02:19.39] | Been a hella long time since I' ve had to gram bag it |
[02:21.48] | Real bad habit, loud like static |
[02:23.84] | She tests these keys, nose white like ceramic |
[02:26.37] | The SPD tried to harass these rappers |
[02:29.01] | We' re the ODB we some young dirty bastards |
[02:33.89] | Now where you at? |
[02:34.04] | |
[02:34.39] [Outro: Sam Lachow] | |
[02:34.66] | Doing something dumb |
[02:35.17] | Big homies keep with me |
[02:35.90] | I always feel hella young |
[02:37.11] | These groupies keep doing bumps |
[02:38.23] | Come morning we boo the sun |
[02:39.61] | Can' t hang on molly grown fangs and chewing gum Uh |
[02:42.02] | Guess a lot' s changed since the last record |
[02:44.81] | I used to keep the ladies and Shh the rap separate |
[02:47.11] | But now I fell in it |
[02:49.92] | And I guess at this point I can' t tell the difference |
[02:51.97] | Young Seattle |
[02:52.90] | |
[02:53.40] |