歌曲 | Strictly Hip Hop |
歌手 | Cypress Hill |
专辑 | Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Freese, Muggs | |
B-Real: | |
I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will, | |
I got these phoney mutha******as, talk about lets keep it real, | |
But, they don't know how to take they own advi******t, | |
Going out, do it solo on an adverti******t, comecializing | |
******' sell out, ******, this is hip-hop, not fasion, | |
Get the hell out, | |
I'm taking out these so called gangsta ******s, | |
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, | |
And I neva took another ******' MC's ******t, | |
And made it my first single, ****** a hit, | |
******' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, | |
I'm gonna, and all of it, | |
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry, | |
Sellin' out for the fame, | |
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks, | |
Go down in flames , in the big game, | |
B-Real: | |
Zippidey-dooda, I smoke ****** and I got brain damage, | |
But, I don't give a ****** cause I still manage, | |
To represent to the fullest, | |
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, | |
To the studio gangsta with the articles, | |
In them magazines with the ****** editors, | |
Keep it real in the game, | |
******s got no shame, | |
Now all the executives want all the fame, | |
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, | |
For the ******-em industry that's take'n all ya dough, | |
I never stole it, stole it all, | |
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, | |
Fools want me to fall, | |
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate | |
tastic, | |
I hear ******s say no, but, I know they front, | |
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, | |
I don't respect a hypocrite, mutha******as I despise, | |
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, | |
All you bruthas in the game run a check, | |
Cause you get checked ****** off, with no respect, | |
Mutha******as |
zuo ci : Freese, Muggs | |
BReal: | |
I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will, | |
I got these phoney mutha as, talk about lets keep it real, | |
But, they don' t know how to take they own advi t, | |
Going out, do it solo on an adverti t, comecializing | |
' sell out, , this is hiphop, not fasion, | |
Get the hell out, | |
I' m taking out these so called gangsta s, | |
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, | |
And I neva took another ' MC' s t, | |
And made it my first single, a hit, | |
' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, | |
I' m gonna, and all of it, | |
It' s a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry, | |
Sellin' out for the fame, | |
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks, | |
Go down in flames , in the big game, | |
BReal: | |
Zippideydooda, I smoke and I got brain damage, | |
But, I don' t give a cause I still manage, | |
To represent to the fullest, | |
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, | |
To the studio gangsta with the articles, | |
In them magazines with the editors, | |
Keep it real in the game, | |
s got no shame, | |
Now all the executives want all the fame, | |
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, | |
For the em industry that' s take' n all ya dough, | |
I never stole it, stole it all, | |
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, | |
Fools want me to fall, | |
I won' t cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate | |
tastic, | |
I hear s say no, but, I know they front, | |
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, | |
I don' t respect a hypocrite, mutha as I despise, | |
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, | |
All you bruthas in the game run a check, | |
Cause you get checked off, with no respect, | |
Mutha as |
zuò cí : Freese, Muggs | |
BReal: | |
I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will, | |
I got these phoney mutha as, talk about lets keep it real, | |
But, they don' t know how to take they own advi t, | |
Going out, do it solo on an adverti t, comecializing | |
' sell out, , this is hiphop, not fasion, | |
Get the hell out, | |
I' m taking out these so called gangsta s, | |
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, | |
And I neva took another ' MC' s t, | |
And made it my first single, a hit, | |
' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, | |
I' m gonna, and all of it, | |
It' s a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry, | |
Sellin' out for the fame, | |
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks, | |
Go down in flames , in the big game, | |
BReal: | |
Zippideydooda, I smoke and I got brain damage, | |
But, I don' t give a cause I still manage, | |
To represent to the fullest, | |
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, | |
To the studio gangsta with the articles, | |
In them magazines with the editors, | |
Keep it real in the game, | |
s got no shame, | |
Now all the executives want all the fame, | |
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, | |
For the em industry that' s take' n all ya dough, | |
I never stole it, stole it all, | |
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, | |
Fools want me to fall, | |
I won' t cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate | |
tastic, | |
I hear s say no, but, I know they front, | |
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, | |
I don' t respect a hypocrite, mutha as I despise, | |
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, | |
All you bruthas in the game run a check, | |
Cause you get checked off, with no respect, | |
Mutha as |