歌曲 | Turn It Out (Intro) |
歌手 | Jermaine Dupri |
专辑 | Life in 1472 |
作词 : Dupri, Nas, Reeves | |
[Nas] Spit at the world | |
My lyrics, | |
I could spit at your girl | |
Spit when | |
I hurl, spit on the | |
Dutch and finish the twirl | |
Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime | |
Spit on my watch, make the ice shine | |
Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out | |
Ready to thug out at the clubhouse | |
Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out | |
My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth | |
Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... | |
I know you thought | |
I'd be locked up | |
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now | |
Got up wit' | |
JD doh', crazy dough | |
Queens with the | |
So So Def, | |
A-T-L's best (yeah I know) | |
Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies | |
Thug passion for | |
J Doves, Henneys for | |
Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit | |
Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it [Chorus] [Nas] | |
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
Never do I lose, all | |
I do is win | |
Cause Queens | |
Bridge is in the house | |
This is Nas | |
Escobar and | |
I turns it out [JD] | |
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
Never do I lose, all | |
I do is win | |
Cause Collin | |
Park is in the house | |
They call me | |
Don Chi Chi and | |
I turns it out [JD] | |
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks | |
Bitches love me and | |
I'm duggy from the head to the socks | |
Too much to handle, here da man of the year | |
Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier | |
From C-P to the | |
Bridge, y'all know what it is | |
Been gettin' money like this since | |
I was a kid | |
I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of | |
Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it | |
Now look at my ice, look at your ice, | |
DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, | |
DAMN See, | |
I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me | |
Copy Chi to the | |
T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color | |
AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies | |
You can look up or down, right or left | |
But all you gon' hear and see is | |
So So Def [Chorus, JD then Nas] | |
Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words | |
Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs | |
Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, | |
I feel faint | |
Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink | |
All I hear is beats bumpin', | |
I'm seein' in doubles | |
Last thing | |
I need to happen is to be in a scuffle | |
Where my dogs at? | |
These ain't my niggas | |
I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car | |
Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? | |
Which way is around? | |
These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out | |
I wish I had the drink, but then | |
I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in | |
It's like the floor's wet and every step is like | |
I'm slippin' | |
And yo, I can't lose a step, | |
I feel my enemies followin' | |
All I got as a weapon is this | |
Hennessee bottle | |
I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me | |
Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" | |
My ice strillon, | |
I'm feelin' my arm | |
Thought my | |
Roley was gone, now | |
I wanna swing but | |
I'm calm Still got that, | |
DJ musta threw on another hot track | |
Think it was this one here, bounce to that | |
Too much Thug | |
Passion and smokin' | |
Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' | |
From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' | |
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion | |
I saw my niggas pull up, | |
Perelli's they skidded | |
They open the car door and toss-ed me in it | |
My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy | |
But one thing's for sure, | |
So So Def know how to party [Backdrop] | |
All night long {'til when?} | |
Til the early morn (it don't stop) | |
And uh (it don't quit) | |
And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
zuò cí : Dupri, Nas, Reeves | |
Nas Spit at the world | |
My lyrics, | |
I could spit at your girl | |
Spit when | |
I hurl, spit on the | |
Dutch and finish the twirl | |
Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime | |
Spit on my watch, make the ice shine | |
Spit trife lines, . 44 spit slugs out | |
Ready to thug out at the clubhouse | |
Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out | |
My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth | |
Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... | |
I know you thought | |
I' d be locked up | |
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now | |
Got up wit' | |
JD doh', crazy dough | |
Queens with the | |
So So Def, | |
ATL' s best yeah I know | |
Every ride up the 95, fly friendly skies | |
Thug passion for | |
J Doves, Henneys for | |
Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit | |
Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it Chorus Nas | |
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
Never do I lose, all | |
I do is win | |
Cause Queens | |
Bridge is in the house | |
This is Nas | |
Escobar and | |
I turns it out JD | |
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
Never do I lose, all | |
I do is win | |
Cause Collin | |
Park is in the house | |
They call me | |
Don Chi Chi and | |
I turns it out JD | |
I' m sumpin' y' all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks | |
Bitches love me and | |
I' m duggy from the head to the socks | |
Too much to handle, here da man of the year | |
Hit rooms and light' em up like a chandelier | |
From CP to the | |
Bridge, y' all know what it is | |
Been gettin' money like this since | |
I was a kid | |
I' m in the corner with bitches and buckets of | |
Cris Pourin' at the most goin' est nigga wit' shit that showin' it | |
Now look at my ice, look at your ice, | |
DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, | |
DAMN See, | |
I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me | |
Copy Chi to the | |
T cause I' m nice in the 3 black same color | |
AMG' s T. V' s, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies | |
You can look up or down, right or left | |
But all you gon' hear and see is | |
So So Def Chorus, JD then Nas | |
Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words | |
Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs | |
Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, | |
I feel faint | |
Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink | |
All I hear is beats bumpin', | |
I' m seein' in doubles | |
Last thing | |
I need to happen is to be in a scuffle | |
Where my dogs at? | |
These ain' t my niggas | |
I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car | |
Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? | |
Which way is around? | |
These grimy motherfucker' s pointin' me out | |
I wish I had the drink, but then | |
I' m too intoxed to aim and put the clip in | |
It' s like the floor' s wet and every step is like | |
I' m slippin' | |
And yo, I can' t lose a step, | |
I feel my enemies followin' | |
All I got as a weapon is this | |
Hennessee bottle | |
I' m talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me | |
Somebody grabbed me up, " Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" | |
My ice strillon, | |
I' m feelin' my arm | |
Thought my | |
Roley was gone, now | |
I wanna swing but | |
I' m calm Still got that, | |
DJ musta threw on another hot track | |
Think it was this one here, bounce to that | |
Too much Thug | |
Passion and smokin' | |
Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' | |
From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' | |
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion | |
I saw my niggas pull up, | |
Perelli' s they skidded | |
They open the car door and tossed me in it | |
My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy | |
But one thing' s for sure, | |
So So Def know how to party Backdrop | |
All night long ' til when? | |
Til the early morn it don' t stop | |
And uh it don' t quit | |
And uh So So Def with the dope shit, bitch! |