歌曲 | Tha Blues |
歌手 | Lil Wayne |
专辑 | Lights Out |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carter, Thomas | |
Come on, come on | |
Come on, come on, come on, come on | |
Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (huh?) | |
They don't even much understand this (uh-uh) | |
Look- | |
Now when i crawl up out the rove' i got quarters and o's | |
Forty-fours under my clothes 牢 i'm drunk and blow | |
And i done told them boys if they play i dump their mothers | |
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters | |
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' bubba | |
For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin hummer | |
Stumblin' from the courvoisier, and lots of hay | |
And make me run in your place and take your pops away | |
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay | |
So i can get it understood and have you chopped today | |
And not to say i could even hit your block and spray | |
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face | |
Stick a potato on the head of my nine 牢 it's deadly quiet | |
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig | |
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all | |
Young or old, nigga, big or small | |
Ain't nothin' nice | |
(hook [lil wayne]) | |
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid | |
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid | |
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools | |
And when you see me on the block, i come to give 'em the blues | |
[lil wayne] | |
Look- | |
Now we all do dumb things | |
Playin' with wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em | |
I'll murder his father right in front of him | |
None of 'em are ready for the trouble i'm 'bout | |
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out | |
I got two double desert eagles, bustin' at your peoples | |
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces | |
(????) off the meters | |
Don't leave without the heaters | |
Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than adidas | |
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters | |
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas | |
A lot of hennessy 牢 just twist that lil' baby | |
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby | |
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy | |
Technically i'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me | |
Seventeen carollton 牢 mess with me, i bury one | |
Three-eighty 牢 i carry one | |
Come to kill up everyone | |
What! | |
(hook [lil wayne]) | |
[lil wayne] | |
Everybody freeze and drop when lil wheezy cock | |
And niggas be like q-tip 'cause they breath and stop | |
Believe or not, the ki's ten g's a wat | |
Until i die apple and eagle that be's the block | |
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot | |
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop | |
I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot | |
And i'm hangin' out the beamer top releasin' shots | |
Follow me 牢 everybody in the family die sourly | |
Niggas drop hourly 牢 ruinin' your economy | |
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me | |
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me | |
I'm wild, and wheezy more violent than dennis rodman | |
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men | |
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like stoudamire | |
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house | |
(hook [lil wayne]) |
zuo ci : Carter, Thomas | |
Come on, come on | |
Come on, come on, come on, come on | |
Ain' t nothin' nice or sweet huh? | |
They don' t even much understand this uhuh | |
Look | |
Now when i crawl up out the rove' i got quarters and o' s | |
Fortyfours under my clothes lao i' m drunk and blow | |
And i done told them boys if they play i dump their mothers | |
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters | |
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' bubba | |
For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin hummer | |
Stumblin' from the courvoisier, and lots of hay | |
And make me run in your place and take your pops away | |
See, they got niggas in my hood who can' t cop the yay | |
So i can get it understood and have you chopped today | |
And not to say i could even hit your block and spray | |
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face | |
Stick a potato on the head of my nine lao it' s deadly quiet | |
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig | |
The plan is to take everything and kill ' em all | |
Young or old, nigga, big or small | |
Ain' t nothin' nice | |
hook lil wayne | |
Ain' t nothin' nice around here, stupid | |
Keep playin', you won' t see next year, stupid | |
And in the van there' s a box in the back full of plenty of tools | |
And when you see me on the block, i come to give ' em the blues | |
lil wayne | |
Look | |
Now we all do dumb things | |
Playin' with wayne doesn' t have to be one of ' em | |
I' ll murder his father right in front of him | |
None of ' em are ready for the trouble i' m ' bout | |
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out | |
I got two double desert eagles, bustin' at your peoples | |
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces | |
???? off the meters | |
Don' t leave without the heaters | |
Believe this, my nina' s got more shelves than adidas | |
You see the slick jackin', believe it' s glocks and millimeters | |
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas | |
A lot of hennessy lao just twist that lil' baby | |
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby | |
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy | |
Technically i' ll murder anyone who disrespectin' me | |
Seventeen carollton lao mess with me, i bury one | |
Threeeighty lao i carry one | |
Come to kill up everyone | |
What! | |
hook lil wayne | |
lil wayne | |
Everybody freeze and drop when lil wheezy cock | |
And niggas be like qtip ' cause they breath and stop | |
Believe or not, the ki' s ten g' s a wat | |
Until i die apple and eagle that be' s the block | |
And he' s so hot that four hundred degrees the spot | |
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop | |
I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot | |
And i' m hangin' out the beamer top releasin' shots | |
Follow me lao everybody in the family die sourly | |
Niggas drop hourly lao ruinin' your economy | |
Liquor power me, now there' s nothin' that can bother me | |
Creep up in your window while you' re sleepin', take your child with me | |
I' m wild, and wheezy more violent than dennis rodman | |
Slide up in a blue truck and shootup a whole lot of men | |
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like stoudamire | |
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house | |
hook lil wayne |
zuò cí : Carter, Thomas | |
Come on, come on | |
Come on, come on, come on, come on | |
Ain' t nothin' nice or sweet huh? | |
They don' t even much understand this uhuh | |
Look | |
Now when i crawl up out the rove' i got quarters and o' s | |
Fortyfours under my clothes láo i' m drunk and blow | |
And i done told them boys if they play i dump their mothers | |
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters | |
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' bubba | |
For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin hummer | |
Stumblin' from the courvoisier, and lots of hay | |
And make me run in your place and take your pops away | |
See, they got niggas in my hood who can' t cop the yay | |
So i can get it understood and have you chopped today | |
And not to say i could even hit your block and spray | |
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face | |
Stick a potato on the head of my nine láo it' s deadly quiet | |
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig | |
The plan is to take everything and kill ' em all | |
Young or old, nigga, big or small | |
Ain' t nothin' nice | |
hook lil wayne | |
Ain' t nothin' nice around here, stupid | |
Keep playin', you won' t see next year, stupid | |
And in the van there' s a box in the back full of plenty of tools | |
And when you see me on the block, i come to give ' em the blues | |
lil wayne | |
Look | |
Now we all do dumb things | |
Playin' with wayne doesn' t have to be one of ' em | |
I' ll murder his father right in front of him | |
None of ' em are ready for the trouble i' m ' bout | |
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out | |
I got two double desert eagles, bustin' at your peoples | |
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces | |
???? off the meters | |
Don' t leave without the heaters | |
Believe this, my nina' s got more shelves than adidas | |
You see the slick jackin', believe it' s glocks and millimeters | |
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas | |
A lot of hennessy láo just twist that lil' baby | |
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby | |
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy | |
Technically i' ll murder anyone who disrespectin' me | |
Seventeen carollton láo mess with me, i bury one | |
Threeeighty láo i carry one | |
Come to kill up everyone | |
What! | |
hook lil wayne | |
lil wayne | |
Everybody freeze and drop when lil wheezy cock | |
And niggas be like qtip ' cause they breath and stop | |
Believe or not, the ki' s ten g' s a wat | |
Until i die apple and eagle that be' s the block | |
And he' s so hot that four hundred degrees the spot | |
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop | |
I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot | |
And i' m hangin' out the beamer top releasin' shots | |
Follow me láo everybody in the family die sourly | |
Niggas drop hourly láo ruinin' your economy | |
Liquor power me, now there' s nothin' that can bother me | |
Creep up in your window while you' re sleepin', take your child with me | |
I' m wild, and wheezy more violent than dennis rodman | |
Slide up in a blue truck and shootup a whole lot of men | |
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like stoudamire | |
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house | |
hook lil wayne |