歌曲 | Some Cut |
歌手 | Lil Scrappy |
专辑 | The King of Crunk & BME Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy |
作曲 : Edwards, Glaze, Prince, Smith | |
[Chorus] What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up) | |
Can a ***** get in them guts (them guts) | |
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut) | |
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah) | |
Well give me your number and | |
I'll call (I'll call) | |
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall) | |
Take you home, let you juggle my ***** (my *****) | |
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah) [Verse One] | |
This your boy | |
Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby | |
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady | |
You looking good, | |
I think I seen your ass in the hood | |
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could | |
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something | |
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something | |
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something | |
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting | |
I'm digging in your walls something viscious | |
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious | |
You delirious,or might | |
I say you taste so delicious | |
With your clear brown skin, almond joys and kisses | |
And you ah certified head doctor | |
Number one staller that takes ***** in the ass and won't holler | |
Bend you over and | |
I'll follow you straight to the room | |
Where it goes down lovely in the | |
Leagon of | |
Doom [Chorus] [Verse Two] | |
*****t, you know the deal before a ***** even stepped | |
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt | |
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe | |
Then bust a nut all over yourself | |
The first time | |
I called, you were juggling on my ***** | |
In and out of your jaws, | |
I was beating down your walls | |
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause | |
And every time you seen a | |
G you was slipping off your drawers, | |
I recall I met your ass at the mall, in the fall | |
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home | |
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts | |
Cut you up like you ain't been cut | |
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front | |
Turn around,you got me right | |
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me | |
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey | |
And that's fo' sho' [Chorus] [Verse Three] | |
What's the buiseness baby, can | |
I get in them drawes | |
I like the way your hands rub against my ***** | |
Cause you the one, a ***** met at south dekalb mall | |
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all 135 petite, and your smell is unique | |
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week | |
Oh, You a freak, | |
I knew it from the first time | |
I saw you | |
The way you played with your tongue, | |
I knew right then | |
I would call you | |
So what it is, they call me | |
Super Don from the ville | |
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a ***** so real, and stay trill | |
Cause all | |
I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the ***** | |
I kill And | |
I feel, you love to ***** up on a hill | |
Suck ***** from behind, and take nut in your grill | |
So ***** chill, and shut your mouth just for a second | |
While I lay this ***** down on you just like | |
I'm Teddy [Chorus] |
zuò qǔ : Edwards, Glaze, Prince, Smith | |
Chorus What it is hoe, ah what' s up what' s up | |
Can a get in them guts them guts | |
Cut you up like you ain' t been cut been cut | |
Show your ass how to really catch a nut oh yeah yeah | |
Well give me your number and | |
I' ll call I' ll call | |
And I' ll follow that ass in the mall in the mall | |
Take you home, let you juggle my my | |
While I' m beatin and tearin down your walls oh yeah Verse One | |
This your boy | |
Mr. Funkadelic, what' s the business baby | |
I' ve been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady | |
You looking good, | |
I think I seen your ass in the hood | |
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could | |
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something | |
So I can call you later on, on your phone or something | |
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something | |
It' s no limits to what we do, cause tonight we cutting, gut busting | |
I' m digging in your walls something viscious | |
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious | |
You delirious, or might | |
I say you taste so delicious | |
With your clear brown skin, almond joys and kisses | |
And you ah certified head doctor | |
Number one staller that takes in the ass and won' t holler | |
Bend you over and | |
I' ll follow you straight to the room | |
Where it goes down lovely in the | |
Leagon of | |
Doom Chorus Verse Two | |
t, you know the deal before a even stepped | |
Damn that ass hot, seems like it' s gone melt | |
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe | |
Then bust a nut all over yourself | |
The first time | |
I called, you were juggling on my | |
In and out of your jaws, | |
I was beating down your walls | |
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause | |
And every time you seen a | |
G you was slipping off your drawers, | |
I recall I met your ass at the mall, in the fall | |
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home | |
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts | |
Cut you up like you ain' t been cut | |
From the back back then to the side side to the front | |
Turn around, you got me right | |
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me | |
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey | |
And that' s fo' sho' Chorus Verse Three | |
What' s the buiseness baby, can | |
I get in them drawes | |
I like the way your hands rub against my | |
Cause you the one, a met at south dekalb mall | |
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all 135 petite, and your smell is unique | |
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week | |
Oh, You a freak, | |
I knew it from the first time | |
I saw you | |
The way you played with your tongue, | |
I knew right then | |
I would call you | |
So what it is, they call me | |
Super Don from the ville | |
And I' ma tell you like this, cause a so real, and stay trill | |
Cause all | |
I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the | |
I kill And | |
I feel, you love to up on a hill | |
Suck from behind, and take nut in your grill | |
So chill, and shut your mouth just for a second | |
While I lay this down on you just like | |
I' m Teddy Chorus |