Money, Houses and Cars 歌词
| 歌曲 | Money, Houses and Cars |
| 歌手 | Bad Azz |
| 专辑 | Word on Tha Street |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brooks, Brown, Stamps | |
| (feat. Kurupt) | |
| (Bad A$$:) This life of ours | |
| the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| (evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be) | |
| yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| come on, Bad A$$, Kurupt, The Gang | |
| (Verse 1: Bad A$$) | |
| I'm just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing | |
| turn zero into somethin' | |
| and it's, one life we live, with this, one shot to give | |
| you got chances, we use none risking your life | |
| you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives | |
| it's a cold thang, the game, just take folks under | |
| it feels better if you say that god just called his number | |
| when you do we kept a self situations like that | |
| in situations where it's likely somebody might gat | |
| no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car | |
| no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far | |
| (Chorus x2: Bad A$$) | |
| Money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where | |
| we came a long way , but still we got so far to go to get there | |
| (the same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don't, it wasn't | |
| sposed to) | |
| (Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad A$$) | |
| (Kurupt) | |
| I got gangsta ass niggas with so much heat | |
| G'd up rides with so much beat | |
| G'd up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella nigga | |
| Kurupt and nell??? | |
| I once had a bitch that ate so much dick | |
| that she couldn't do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies | |
| as I ease my way right up the streets | |
| me, D-a-z, Bad A$$, and Priest | |
| we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet | |
| where all the OG's round up the fleet | |
| cuz the homies is crazy shit | |
| and we all about stackin' up a grip | |
| no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho's | |
| and we don't give a fuck about a bitch | |
| (Bad A$$) | |
| I can't worry bout a bitch | |
| I'm tryin ta get rich by next week | |
| and I can get me some pussy when it ain't nuttin to eat | |
| my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars | |
| ghetto stars, doin our thing | |
| like bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gang | |
| we brang, to the table,what you aint able | |
| a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way | |
| today Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday, and fuck what you say | |
| you say dirt about us when we aint there | |
| when we come around, you fuckin clown, you act scared | |
| Tupac is dead, stop questioning life | |
| you had to talk to the feds, that's the test in the life | |
| goin where, a long way from here to get there | |
| you gotta mash to maintain | |
| blast thats the gang thang | |
| (the same thing that got a nigga here get me there) | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| (Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad A$$) | |
| (Kurupt) | |
| (I, I, I, I) | |
| I heard gangstas don't ride with disguises | |
| but I'm quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on | |
| so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that's all cool | |
| but me and the homies bout to act the fuckin fool | |
| dump if you dump | |
| nigga pull the pump | |
| lay a nigga (lay a nigga), for the homies spray a nigga | |
| this aint the Sony, so you can't play a nigga | |
| the homies quick to cock, A-K a nigga | |
| with no hesitation | |
| penaltants populate the population | |
| a nickel plated penitration | |
| khakis, t-shirts and stars | |
| homies, busta's, riders and mark's | |
| all y'all niggas here wanna be hard | |
| but no nigga with heart when the heater spark | |
| just ask the homie Bad A$$ | |
| he'll put you d on how it's sposed to be in the whole family | |
| as I ease my way right up the streets | |
| me, D-a-z, Bad A$$ and Priest | |
| we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet | |
| where all the OG's round up the fleet | |
| cuz the homies is crazy as shit | |
| and we all about stackin' up a grip | |
| no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho's | |
| and we don't give a fuck about a bitch, (bitch, bitch, bitch) | |
| (Bad A$$) | |
| yeah, 1-9-9-9, the Gang, all in your face at close range | |
| Mr. Bad A$$, yeah yeah yeah yeah, it don't quit, we keep it crackin like this | |
| ugh, aww yeah yeah yeah, it don't quit | |
| It aint over till I'm done | |
| aint nowhere to hide, so why run | |
| I don't battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns | |
| you can hate me, cuz I got skills and live real | |
| and my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills | |
| I should kill, I would come and kill your ass | |
| but your only mission is destruction, why get in your path | |
| I'll let you kill yourself, while I chill with wealth | |
| and let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeks | |
| I gotta eat, fuck fuckin with you and being broke on the streets | |
| duck duckin with you and gettin' smoked, that's a no-no | |
| what you think it's fifty five or 4-4 | |
| money, houses, and cars, nigga I gotta go | |
| yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| it don't quit we keep it wreckin like this, ha ha ha ha | |
| yeah yeah yeah yeah it don't quit | |
| nigga you can suck a fat dick | |
| yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| we keep it crackin, keep it crackin like this (this, this, this, this) |
| zuo qu : Brooks, Brown, Stamps | |
| feat. Kurupt | |
| Bad A: This life of ours | |
| the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be | |
| yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| come on, Bad A, Kurupt, The Gang | |
| Verse 1: Bad A | |
| I' m just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing | |
| turn zero into somethin' | |
| and it' s, one life we live, with this, one shot to give | |
| you got chances, we use none risking your life | |
| you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives | |
| it' s a cold thang, the game, just take folks under | |
| it feels better if you say that god just called his number | |
| when you do we kept a self situations like that | |
| in situations where it' s likely somebody might gat | |
| no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car | |
| no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far | |
| Chorus x2: Bad A | |
| Money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where | |
| we came a long way , but still we got so far to go to get there | |
| the same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don' t, it wasn' t | |
| sposed to | |
| Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad A | |
| Kurupt | |
| I got gangsta ass niggas with so much heat | |
| G' d up rides with so much beat | |
| G' d up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella nigga | |
| Kurupt and nell??? | |
| I once had a bitch that ate so much dick | |
| that she couldn' t do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies | |
| as I ease my way right up the streets | |
| me, Daz, Bad A, and Priest | |
| we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet | |
| where all the OG' s round up the fleet | |
| cuz the homies is crazy shit | |
| and we all about stackin' up a grip | |
| no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho' s | |
| and we don' t give a fuck about a bitch | |
| Bad A | |
| I can' t worry bout a bitch | |
| I' m tryin ta get rich by next week | |
| and I can get me some pussy when it ain' t nuttin to eat | |
| my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars | |
| ghetto stars, doin our thing | |
| like bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gang | |
| we brang, to the table, what you aint able | |
| a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way | |
| today Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday, and fuck what you say | |
| you say dirt about us when we aint there | |
| when we come around, you fuckin clown, you act scared | |
| Tupac is dead, stop questioning life | |
| you had to talk to the feds, that' s the test in the life | |
| goin where, a long way from here to get there | |
| you gotta mash to maintain | |
| blast thats the gang thang | |
| the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad A | |
| Kurupt | |
| I, I, I, I | |
| I heard gangstas don' t ride with disguises | |
| but I' m quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on | |
| so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that' s all cool | |
| but me and the homies bout to act the fuckin fool | |
| dump if you dump | |
| nigga pull the pump | |
| lay a nigga lay a nigga, for the homies spray a nigga | |
| this aint the Sony, so you can' t play a nigga | |
| the homies quick to cock, AK a nigga | |
| with no hesitation | |
| penaltants populate the population | |
| a nickel plated penitration | |
| khakis, tshirts and stars | |
| homies, busta' s, riders and mark' s | |
| all y' all niggas here wanna be hard | |
| but no nigga with heart when the heater spark | |
| just ask the homie Bad A | |
| he' ll put you d on how it' s sposed to be in the whole family | |
| as I ease my way right up the streets | |
| me, Daz, Bad A and Priest | |
| we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet | |
| where all the OG' s round up the fleet | |
| cuz the homies is crazy as shit | |
| and we all about stackin' up a grip | |
| no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho' s | |
| and we don' t give a fuck about a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch | |
| Bad A | |
| yeah, 1999, the Gang, all in your face at close range | |
| Mr. Bad A, yeah yeah yeah yeah, it don' t quit, we keep it crackin like this | |
| ugh, aww yeah yeah yeah, it don' t quit | |
| It aint over till I' m done | |
| aint nowhere to hide, so why run | |
| I don' t battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns | |
| you can hate me, cuz I got skills and live real | |
| and my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills | |
| I should kill, I would come and kill your ass | |
| but your only mission is destruction, why get in your path | |
| I' ll let you kill yourself, while I chill with wealth | |
| and let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeks | |
| I gotta eat, fuck fuckin with you and being broke on the streets | |
| duck duckin with you and gettin' smoked, that' s a nono | |
| what you think it' s fifty five or 44 | |
| money, houses, and cars, nigga I gotta go | |
| yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| it don' t quit we keep it wreckin like this, ha ha ha ha | |
| yeah yeah yeah yeah it don' t quit | |
| nigga you can suck a fat dick | |
| yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| we keep it crackin, keep it crackin like this this, this, this, this |
| zuò qǔ : Brooks, Brown, Stamps | |
| feat. Kurupt | |
| Bad A: This life of ours | |
| the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be | |
| yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| come on, Bad A, Kurupt, The Gang | |
| Verse 1: Bad A | |
| I' m just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing | |
| turn zero into somethin' | |
| and it' s, one life we live, with this, one shot to give | |
| you got chances, we use none risking your life | |
| you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives | |
| it' s a cold thang, the game, just take folks under | |
| it feels better if you say that god just called his number | |
| when you do we kept a self situations like that | |
| in situations where it' s likely somebody might gat | |
| no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car | |
| no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far | |
| Chorus x2: Bad A | |
| Money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where | |
| we came a long way , but still we got so far to go to get there | |
| the same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don' t, it wasn' t | |
| sposed to | |
| Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad A | |
| Kurupt | |
| I got gangsta ass niggas with so much heat | |
| G' d up rides with so much beat | |
| G' d up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella nigga | |
| Kurupt and nell??? | |
| I once had a bitch that ate so much dick | |
| that she couldn' t do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies | |
| as I ease my way right up the streets | |
| me, Daz, Bad A, and Priest | |
| we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet | |
| where all the OG' s round up the fleet | |
| cuz the homies is crazy shit | |
| and we all about stackin' up a grip | |
| no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho' s | |
| and we don' t give a fuck about a bitch | |
| Bad A | |
| I can' t worry bout a bitch | |
| I' m tryin ta get rich by next week | |
| and I can get me some pussy when it ain' t nuttin to eat | |
| my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars | |
| ghetto stars, doin our thing | |
| like bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gang | |
| we brang, to the table, what you aint able | |
| a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way | |
| today Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday, and fuck what you say | |
| you say dirt about us when we aint there | |
| when we come around, you fuckin clown, you act scared | |
| Tupac is dead, stop questioning life | |
| you had to talk to the feds, that' s the test in the life | |
| goin where, a long way from here to get there | |
| you gotta mash to maintain | |
| blast thats the gang thang | |
| the same thing that got a nigga here get me there | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad A | |
| Kurupt | |
| I, I, I, I | |
| I heard gangstas don' t ride with disguises | |
| but I' m quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on | |
| so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that' s all cool | |
| but me and the homies bout to act the fuckin fool | |
| dump if you dump | |
| nigga pull the pump | |
| lay a nigga lay a nigga, for the homies spray a nigga | |
| this aint the Sony, so you can' t play a nigga | |
| the homies quick to cock, AK a nigga | |
| with no hesitation | |
| penaltants populate the population | |
| a nickel plated penitration | |
| khakis, tshirts and stars | |
| homies, busta' s, riders and mark' s | |
| all y' all niggas here wanna be hard | |
| but no nigga with heart when the heater spark | |
| just ask the homie Bad A | |
| he' ll put you d on how it' s sposed to be in the whole family | |
| as I ease my way right up the streets | |
| me, Daz, Bad A and Priest | |
| we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet | |
| where all the OG' s round up the fleet | |
| cuz the homies is crazy as shit | |
| and we all about stackin' up a grip | |
| no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho' s | |
| and we don' t give a fuck about a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch | |
| Bad A | |
| yeah, 1999, the Gang, all in your face at close range | |
| Mr. Bad A, yeah yeah yeah yeah, it don' t quit, we keep it crackin like this | |
| ugh, aww yeah yeah yeah, it don' t quit | |
| It aint over till I' m done | |
| aint nowhere to hide, so why run | |
| I don' t battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns | |
| you can hate me, cuz I got skills and live real | |
| and my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills | |
| I should kill, I would come and kill your ass | |
| but your only mission is destruction, why get in your path | |
| I' ll let you kill yourself, while I chill with wealth | |
| and let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeks | |
| I gotta eat, fuck fuckin with you and being broke on the streets | |
| duck duckin with you and gettin' smoked, that' s a nono | |
| what you think it' s fifty five or 44 | |
| money, houses, and cars, nigga I gotta go | |
| yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| it don' t quit we keep it wreckin like this, ha ha ha ha | |
| yeah yeah yeah yeah it don' t quit | |
| nigga you can suck a fat dick | |
| yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| we keep it crackin, keep it crackin like this this, this, this, this |
YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)