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作词 : Dillinger, WC |
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(daz) |
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That ************* daz and dub c in this mother*******(what's happening *************) |
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Doing what we got to do, every day all day |
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And if you didn't know! now you know! |
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So get it right! beeeoootch!!!(echoes) |
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Yah |
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And it goes like that |
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Gangsta *************t, nuttin but gangsta *************t |
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Gangsta *************t, nuttin but gangsta *************t |
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Wc, daz, ************* daz |
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Gangsta *************t, nuttin but gangsta *************t |
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(chorus)(x2) |
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Just ridin high!(just ridin high) |
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Just ridin by!(just ridin by) |
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Come on! |
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Don't trip, don't trip |
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(daz) |
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It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill |
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On what we call the dollar dollar bill |
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You can get killed for that paint job and wheels |
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Oh my oh my i love the dollar dollar bill |
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Oh juicy, be like ?vision? when he shot steel |
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Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot |
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Slang coke or ****, pills |
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You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled |
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*************t outta luck, there ain't no refills |
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I'm more deadlier then ever |
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What i got'll see through your armor *************eld |
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Show you breakdown with your bills |
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Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill |
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Just for sure |
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(chorus) |
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(wc) |
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Chronic's in the bag, rollin all day |
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Blue ??????six with ?double? called ?say? |
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Age sixteen, i'm tired of hearing mom's mouth |
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"mother******* get a job or get ya punk ass out!" |
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A little wild seed, influenced by the g's |
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Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting *************s for cheese |
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It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail |
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Wreck a long one ????? the real stretch marks |
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A juvenile packing millimeters |
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And when i'm close to doing a third |
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************* i got more stripes then a zebra |
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Will i live and make it out of the ghetto |
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But will i die? |
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Only god knows ************* but for now i just know i'm just |
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(chorus) |
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(daz) |
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You got the upper hand |
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Take control and take command |
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Get your blast over with and cut the bull*************t |
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I the need the chips in a hurry |
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By the end of the day i'm having em' don't worry |
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Sorta like a dream or a storybook |
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A born crook |
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Shook all the bustas that snitch |
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Now i'ma black book |
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It took a while |
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Being so broke it's hard to smile |
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Hard living, trying to be grown when i'm a child |
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Overshadowed by negativity |
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Running and stealing, running from security |
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Something like a mystery |
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Drugs,******* to county jails, penitentiaries |
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My background history |
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Cause the game is so trickory |
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(wc) |
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Now what's the remedy |
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Should we strive, the streets is killing me |
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Or should we lay down in a cell *************t's forgiving me |
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Criminal activity |
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Crack sales are killing me |
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(a bunch or syllables said really fast) |
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(daz) |
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Just chill |
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(wc) |
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I'm tired of living the life of crime |
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(daz) |
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Just chill |
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(wc) |
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The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind |
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(daz) |
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Just chill |
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(wc) |
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Why do we have to fool and get ill |
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(daz) |
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Don't trip |
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(wc) |
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It's all about the dollar dollar bill |
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(chorus) |
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(daz talking) |
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You mother*******s wanted to know what the gang was all about |
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And now you know, you ain't got to look no further |
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Wc and that ************* daz |
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Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta *************t |
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Sucka!! |
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98-97 99-2g |
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Whoooo!! |
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What, what, what hey(x3) |