Milk the Cow 歌词
| 歌曲 | Milk the Cow |
| 歌手 | Cappadonna |
| 专辑 | The Pillage |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harris, Hill | |
| Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chicka-pow | |
| One culture, return of the track slasher | |
| Double doser, cappadonna broadcaster | |
| Strivin for perfection, the only way i got | |
| My life back was through investin, devotion | |
| Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary | |
| Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies | |
| I gotta fight y'all mc's, this money | |
| Be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks | |
| I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good | |
| So i keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto | |
| Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle | |
| Then i speak out, because we all need the guidance | |
| Deep down inside us where you could define science | |
| My mother told me, when i was so stressed out | |
| "all you gotta do is just put your best out" | |
| And i did it, milky | |
| Milk this cow (2x) | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chicka-pow! | |
| Chorus: method man | |
| Hold your own nigga, razor sharp with the art | |
| Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts | |
| Danger zone nigga, cappadonna | |
| You know the stee' potnah, wu-tang death before dishonor - what? | |
| [cappadonna] | |
| Yo, new cappadonna is about to exhale kid | |
| Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail | |
| Cappadonna raise hell, speak and i broke the shells | |
| Seen brothers that fell when i slipped | |
| I had my alibi tight that night, up in the hill chillin | |
| Y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot | |
| Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance | |
| I flow persistance, every time i step up, i rip reps up | |
| Ku klux, my words swing around like numchucks | |
| This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit | |
| It feeds my seeds, i can barely breathe | |
| But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft | |
| While i throw these missiles, at your skin tissue | |
| You can't escape i absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard | |
| Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors | |
| Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chicka-pow! | |
| (repeat 2x) | |
| Chorus | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chicka-pow! | |
| (repeat 2x) | |
| Chorus | |
| [method man] | |
| Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* | |
| Hah! *inhaling* | |
| Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! | |
| The swarm continues, wu-tang killer beez | |
| Cappadonna cappucino, the donna-mite | |
| Came to treat your earpiece right | |
| Y'all better recognize and realize | |
| Hot nixon, playin my position, bitch! | |
| *gunfight* |
| zuo ci : Harris, Hill | |
| Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow | |
| One culture, return of the track slasher | |
| Double doser, cappadonna broadcaster | |
| Strivin for perfection, the only way i got | |
| My life back was through investin, devotion | |
| Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary | |
| Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies | |
| I gotta fight y' all mc' s, this money | |
| Be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks | |
| I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good | |
| So i keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto | |
| Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle | |
| Then i speak out, because we all need the guidance | |
| Deep down inside us where you could define science | |
| My mother told me, when i was so stressed out | |
| " all you gotta do is just put your best out" | |
| And i did it, milky | |
| Milk this cow 2x | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow! | |
| Chorus: method man | |
| Hold your own nigga, razor sharp with the art | |
| Don' t gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts | |
| Danger zone nigga, cappadonna | |
| You know the stee' potnah, wutang death before dishonor what? | |
| cappadonna | |
| Yo, new cappadonna is about to exhale kid | |
| Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail | |
| Cappadonna raise hell, speak and i broke the shells | |
| Seen brothers that fell when i slipped | |
| I had my alibi tight that night, up in the hill chillin | |
| Y' all' ll get shot, move away things are too hot | |
| Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance | |
| I flow persistance, every time i step up, i rip reps up | |
| Ku klux, my words swing around like numchucks | |
| This ain' t for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit | |
| It feeds my seeds, i can barely breathe | |
| But y' all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft | |
| While i throw these missiles, at your skin tissue | |
| You can' t escape i absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard | |
| Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors | |
| Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow! | |
| repeat 2x | |
| Chorus | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow! | |
| repeat 2x | |
| Chorus | |
| method man | |
| Bad birds that fuck nerds! inhaling | |
| Hah! inhaling | |
| Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! | |
| The swarm continues, wutang killer beez | |
| Cappadonna cappucino, the donnamite | |
| Came to treat your earpiece right | |
| Y' all better recognize and realize | |
| Hot nixon, playin my position, bitch! | |
| gunfight |
| zuò cí : Harris, Hill | |
| Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow | |
| One culture, return of the track slasher | |
| Double doser, cappadonna broadcaster | |
| Strivin for perfection, the only way i got | |
| My life back was through investin, devotion | |
| Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary | |
| Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies | |
| I gotta fight y' all mc' s, this money | |
| Be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks | |
| I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good | |
| So i keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto | |
| Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle | |
| Then i speak out, because we all need the guidance | |
| Deep down inside us where you could define science | |
| My mother told me, when i was so stressed out | |
| " all you gotta do is just put your best out" | |
| And i did it, milky | |
| Milk this cow 2x | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow! | |
| Chorus: method man | |
| Hold your own nigga, razor sharp with the art | |
| Don' t gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts | |
| Danger zone nigga, cappadonna | |
| You know the stee' potnah, wutang death before dishonor what? | |
| cappadonna | |
| Yo, new cappadonna is about to exhale kid | |
| Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail | |
| Cappadonna raise hell, speak and i broke the shells | |
| Seen brothers that fell when i slipped | |
| I had my alibi tight that night, up in the hill chillin | |
| Y' all' ll get shot, move away things are too hot | |
| Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance | |
| I flow persistance, every time i step up, i rip reps up | |
| Ku klux, my words swing around like numchucks | |
| This ain' t for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit | |
| It feeds my seeds, i can barely breathe | |
| But y' all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft | |
| While i throw these missiles, at your skin tissue | |
| You can' t escape i absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard | |
| Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors | |
| Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow! | |
| repeat 2x | |
| Chorus | |
| Milk this cow, the best way we know how | |
| Park hill projects, chickapow! | |
| repeat 2x | |
| Chorus | |
| method man | |
| Bad birds that fuck nerds! inhaling | |
| Hah! inhaling | |
| Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! | |
| The swarm continues, wutang killer beez | |
| Cappadonna cappucino, the donnamite | |
| Came to treat your earpiece right | |
| Y' all better recognize and realize | |
| Hot nixon, playin my position, bitch! | |
| gunfight |
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