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作词 : Berlin, Brister, Kirkpatrick ... |
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Intro: |
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Yo, i seen them mother******s out in the street |
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Them ************* asses |
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(man, ************* them *************s anyway) |
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Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks |
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Keith murray: |
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Yo kel (what up?) yo answer this question |
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Why are we the nicest in this ******' profession? |
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Kel-vicious: |
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Yo, it's um, simple philosophy |
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Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. (yeah, yeah) |
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Aye yo 50, (what's up?) answer this question (what's that?) |
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Why are you the best in your profession? |
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50 grand: |
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Now when i'm creepin' on a ************* m.c. |
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Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. |
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Keith murray (yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (what's that?) |
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Why are you be the sickest in this profession? |
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Keith murray: |
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I been all around the world hearing the wack m.c.'s |
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It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. |
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(aye yo) ask yourself the very same question |
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Why are we the wickedest in this profession? |
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50 grand: |
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I'm breaking back with def squad constantly |
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Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. |
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Any ************* want to step, get busy |
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Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. |
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Kel-vicious: |
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I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker |
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My jams be getting stronger |
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While your *************t be gettin' weaker |
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Now kel be playin' kids like the ny knicks |
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Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and *************t |
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Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning |
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Sounding like *************t, off beat with no timing |
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50 grand: |
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Now soon as i touch the paper, see you later |
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I shut your lights off like a blackout |
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So hit the circuit breaker |
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I'm the worst trouble you ever had |
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Vocab like knife stabs |
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Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah |
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Holding *************s ransom, it runs in my blood |
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Maybe my grandson might be wild like charles manson |
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Keith murray: |
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I be the gimmie, the got ya |
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Been blastin' *************s way before the remix "i shot ya" |
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The proper hip hopper, fading em in the palladium |
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And bustin' each and every *************, bubble in the tunnel |
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After the sun*************ne comes the rain |
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Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain |
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Hook: |
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I been all around the world |
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What battle me? |
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Take this autograph home and give it to your family |
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All i hear is booty stinkin' ass wack m.c.'s |
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Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. |
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50 grand: |
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************* your life means nothing to me, challenge l.o.d. |
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The average ************* style sucks like a hickey |
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50 g, the m.c.'s brain buster, mic crusher |
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Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster |
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Now that l.o.d.'s up in this mother****** |
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Leave a known rapper with broken english |
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Like smooth da hustler |
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Keith murray: |
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Some thing make a ************* laugh, make his ass cry |
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He rolled a seven |
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I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes |
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My thinking cap is bigger htan a ******' sade's |
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Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades |
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The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow |
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I'll kill your ******' ass and for your crew i'll do ditto |
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Kel-vicious: |
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I'll leave a ************* dead, and stinkin' take his soul |
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Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes |
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Natural born killer, iller than the rest |
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(where you at?) east coast to west |
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I keep it real kid, i freak the flow until it's naked |
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*************s get paniced and frantic and can't take it |
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Hook |