Gift 2 Gab 歌词
| 歌曲 | Gift 2 Gab |
| 歌手 | Mac Dre |
| 专辑 | Young Black Brotha |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Khayree, Mac Dre | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey | |
| Listen to the bassline, don't it sound funky? | |
| Who could it be in the place to stay? | |
| That's right, ho, Mac mutha****in’ Dre | |
| One more time back in your ear | |
| Those dope ass raps you love to hear | |
| Cold as ice, nothin’ nice | |
| If I thrust ya once, ho, I’ma thrust ya twice | |
| That's right, and you know the deal | |
| You don't want the baby, ho, take the pill | |
| ‘Cause I'ma bust fadles back to back | |
| And when I get tired, I'ma take a nap | |
| And when I wake up, I'ma bath some more | |
| It's the same routine until It's time to go | |
| You, get what’s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls | |
| Oh, you didn't know about me? | |
| The A the N the D the R the E | |
| Well, peep game, it goes like this | |
| I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss | |
| And when it comes to cock, girl, I won't clean it | |
| Always got my damn hat to the mutha****in’ jimmy | |
| Cold, bold, 19 years old | |
| With a brain full of game to be told | |
| I'm from the V-town, 3 C down | |
| And a sucka don't wanna see me clown | |
| Who (who) could it be? | |
| That’s right, Mac Dre, baby | |
| Funky fresh, in the flesh | |
| It's me, Khayree and my joint of sess | |
| Doin’ it, like a porno star | |
| Hittin’ in your box, or in your car | |
| Cool, like the sweat from a snowman | |
| Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man | |
| To the land of the dope rhyme | |
| And as the song flows on, I really hope I’m | |
| Not too dirty or rap too strong | |
| But my mouthpiece is really goin’ on | |
| From Vallejo, California all the way to China | |
| Hoes of the world, know I’ma | |
| Stone cold mack with a gift to spit | |
| Nothin’ but that dope shit | |
| So damn fly, don't ask me why | |
| I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai | |
| Mac Dre, I thought you knew | |
| Down and dirty doin’ things that only playas can do | |
| The coldest MC on this here Earth | |
| Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf (Crestside) | |
| Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme | |
| But a Crestside playa that's strapped with a 9 | |
| And it don't stop | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| It's young Mac Dre, right back at you | |
| Wit’ another dose of that dope | |
| You see, I’m way more potent than coke | |
| The young fly brotha’s on the mic, y’all | |
| I’m finna rock this mutha****a all night, y’all | |
| And just spittin’ and dope shittin’ | |
| And to a nice, smooth beat that’s hittin’ | |
| Cold as ice, clean as soap | |
| I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat | |
| 24 hours around the clock | |
| 7 days a week, I’m on a prowl for cock | |
| Day in, day out, I spit and shout | |
| A true blue mack, know what I’m talkin’ about? | |
| It’s just game (game), straight game (game) | |
| Kick back, let it soak in your brain (mane) | |
| Listen to me spit that pimpin’ tip | |
| I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick | |
| Stack a bank, slap a pack | |
| Put my mutha****in’ tape in ya goddamn deck | |
| Man, take a bitch, break a bitch | |
| And when you're all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch | |
| Straight high-sidin’ when you come through squat | |
| Leave a mutha****in’ cloud in the parking lot | |
| Load the brains, do some thangs | |
| Put the mounts on your fingers, man, **** the chains | |
| Play that ho like a game of checkers | |
| Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her | |
| ‘Cause a ho, ain’t no good (no good) | |
| Whip her punk ass? Man, I sho’ would | |
| It’s ’90, you gotta be def | |
| Take all the money until there ain’t none left | |
| You see, some young brothas give her tongue | |
| Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung | |
| That ain’t the tip, ah, nah | |
| You stupid mutha****as, what’s wrong wit’ y’all? | |
| It don’t take all that to get that ho | |
| If you can’t her, nigga, say, ‘Trick that ho’ | |
| ‘Cause when you come up, she’ll be jockin’ | |
| On your front door, man, she’ll be knockin’ | |
| When you let her in, it’s straight to the covers | |
| That’s the way it goes, believe me, brotha | |
| I’ve been through it all, it don’t mean nothin’ | |
| Pussy ain’t shit, make the ho pay somethin’ | |
| It’s Mac Dre, hear what I say | |
| I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day | |
| Pimpin’, straight pimpin’ | |
| I don’t wanna see you simpin’ | |
| Listen to my tape, play it all the time | |
| And when it’s over, man, press rewind | |
| ‘Cause it’s dope shit, you gotta hear it | |
| And like coke, nigga, you gon’ clear it | |
| And to the top I’m goin’ | |
| Bitch, I’m flowin’ | |
| And it…and it…and it don’t stop | |
| It’s Mac Dre, y’all | |
| Listen to the things I say, y’all |
| zuo ci : Khayree, Mac Dre | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey | |
| Listen to the bassline, don' t it sound funky? | |
| Who could it be in the place to stay? | |
| That' s right, ho, Mac mutha in' Dre | |
| One more time back in your ear | |
| Those dope ass raps you love to hear | |
| Cold as ice, nothin' nice | |
| If I thrust ya once, ho, I' ma thrust ya twice | |
| That' s right, and you know the deal | |
| You don' t want the baby, ho, take the pill | |
| ' Cause I' ma bust fadles back to back | |
| And when I get tired, I' ma take a nap | |
| And when I wake up, I' ma bath some more | |
| It' s the same routine until It' s time to go | |
| You, get what' s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls | |
| Oh, you didn' t know about me? | |
| The A the N the D the R the E | |
| Well, peep game, it goes like this | |
| I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss | |
| And when it comes to cock, girl, I won' t clean it | |
| Always got my damn hat to the mutha in' jimmy | |
| Cold, bold, 19 years old | |
| With a brain full of game to be told | |
| I' m from the Vtown, 3 C down | |
| And a sucka don' t wanna see me clown | |
| Who who could it be? | |
| That' s right, Mac Dre, baby | |
| Funky fresh, in the flesh | |
| It' s me, Khayree and my joint of sess | |
| Doin' it, like a porno star | |
| Hittin' in your box, or in your car | |
| Cool, like the sweat from a snowman | |
| Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man | |
| To the land of the dope rhyme | |
| And as the song flows on, I really hope I' m | |
| Not too dirty or rap too strong | |
| But my mouthpiece is really goin' on | |
| From Vallejo, California all the way to China | |
| Hoes of the world, know I' ma | |
| Stone cold mack with a gift to spit | |
| Nothin' but that dope shit | |
| So damn fly, don' t ask me why | |
| I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai | |
| Mac Dre, I thought you knew | |
| Down and dirty doin' things that only playas can do | |
| The coldest MC on this here Earth | |
| Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf Crestside | |
| Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme | |
| But a Crestside playa that' s strapped with a 9 | |
| And it don' t stop | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| It' s young Mac Dre, right back at you | |
| Wit' another dose of that dope | |
| You see, I' m way more potent than coke | |
| The young fly brotha' s on the mic, y' all | |
| I' m finna rock this mutha a all night, y' all | |
| And just spittin' and dope shittin' | |
| And to a nice, smooth beat that' s hittin' | |
| Cold as ice, clean as soap | |
| I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat | |
| 24 hours around the clock | |
| 7 days a week, I' m on a prowl for cock | |
| Day in, day out, I spit and shout | |
| A true blue mack, know what I' m talkin' about? | |
| It' s just game game, straight game game | |
| Kick back, let it soak in your brain mane | |
| Listen to me spit that pimpin' tip | |
| I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick | |
| Stack a bank, slap a pack | |
| Put my mutha in' tape in ya goddamn deck | |
| Man, take a bitch, break a bitch | |
| And when you' re all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch | |
| Straight highsidin' when you come through squat | |
| Leave a mutha in' cloud in the parking lot | |
| Load the brains, do some thangs | |
| Put the mounts on your fingers, man, the chains | |
| Play that ho like a game of checkers | |
| Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her | |
| ' Cause a ho, ain' t no good no good | |
| Whip her punk ass? Man, I sho' would | |
| It' s ' 90, you gotta be def | |
| Take all the money until there ain' t none left | |
| You see, some young brothas give her tongue | |
| Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung | |
| That ain' t the tip, ah, nah | |
| You stupid mutha as, what' s wrong wit' y' all? | |
| It don' t take all that to get that ho | |
| If you can' t her, nigga, say, ' Trick that ho' | |
| ' Cause when you come up, she' ll be jockin' | |
| On your front door, man, she' ll be knockin' | |
| When you let her in, it' s straight to the covers | |
| That' s the way it goes, believe me, brotha | |
| I' ve been through it all, it don' t mean nothin' | |
| Pussy ain' t shit, make the ho pay somethin' | |
| It' s Mac Dre, hear what I say | |
| I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day | |
| Pimpin', straight pimpin' | |
| I don' t wanna see you simpin' | |
| Listen to my tape, play it all the time | |
| And when it' s over, man, press rewind | |
| ' Cause it' s dope shit, you gotta hear it | |
| And like coke, nigga, you gon' clear it | |
| And to the top I' m goin' | |
| Bitch, I' m flowin' | |
| And it and it and it don' t stop | |
| It' s Mac Dre, y' all | |
| Listen to the things I say, y' all |
| zuò cí : Khayree, Mac Dre | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey | |
| Listen to the bassline, don' t it sound funky? | |
| Who could it be in the place to stay? | |
| That' s right, ho, Mac mutha in' Dre | |
| One more time back in your ear | |
| Those dope ass raps you love to hear | |
| Cold as ice, nothin' nice | |
| If I thrust ya once, ho, I' ma thrust ya twice | |
| That' s right, and you know the deal | |
| You don' t want the baby, ho, take the pill | |
| ' Cause I' ma bust fadles back to back | |
| And when I get tired, I' ma take a nap | |
| And when I wake up, I' ma bath some more | |
| It' s the same routine until It' s time to go | |
| You, get what' s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls | |
| Oh, you didn' t know about me? | |
| The A the N the D the R the E | |
| Well, peep game, it goes like this | |
| I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss | |
| And when it comes to cock, girl, I won' t clean it | |
| Always got my damn hat to the mutha in' jimmy | |
| Cold, bold, 19 years old | |
| With a brain full of game to be told | |
| I' m from the Vtown, 3 C down | |
| And a sucka don' t wanna see me clown | |
| Who who could it be? | |
| That' s right, Mac Dre, baby | |
| Funky fresh, in the flesh | |
| It' s me, Khayree and my joint of sess | |
| Doin' it, like a porno star | |
| Hittin' in your box, or in your car | |
| Cool, like the sweat from a snowman | |
| Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man | |
| To the land of the dope rhyme | |
| And as the song flows on, I really hope I' m | |
| Not too dirty or rap too strong | |
| But my mouthpiece is really goin' on | |
| From Vallejo, California all the way to China | |
| Hoes of the world, know I' ma | |
| Stone cold mack with a gift to spit | |
| Nothin' but that dope shit | |
| So damn fly, don' t ask me why | |
| I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai | |
| Mac Dre, I thought you knew | |
| Down and dirty doin' things that only playas can do | |
| The coldest MC on this here Earth | |
| Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf Crestside | |
| Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme | |
| But a Crestside playa that' s strapped with a 9 | |
| And it don' t stop | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| It' s young Mac Dre, right back at you | |
| Wit' another dose of that dope | |
| You see, I' m way more potent than coke | |
| The young fly brotha' s on the mic, y' all | |
| I' m finna rock this mutha a all night, y' all | |
| And just spittin' and dope shittin' | |
| And to a nice, smooth beat that' s hittin' | |
| Cold as ice, clean as soap | |
| I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat | |
| 24 hours around the clock | |
| 7 days a week, I' m on a prowl for cock | |
| Day in, day out, I spit and shout | |
| A true blue mack, know what I' m talkin' about? | |
| It' s just game game, straight game game | |
| Kick back, let it soak in your brain mane | |
| Listen to me spit that pimpin' tip | |
| I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick | |
| Stack a bank, slap a pack | |
| Put my mutha in' tape in ya goddamn deck | |
| Man, take a bitch, break a bitch | |
| And when you' re all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch | |
| Straight highsidin' when you come through squat | |
| Leave a mutha in' cloud in the parking lot | |
| Load the brains, do some thangs | |
| Put the mounts on your fingers, man, the chains | |
| Play that ho like a game of checkers | |
| Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her | |
| ' Cause a ho, ain' t no good no good | |
| Whip her punk ass? Man, I sho' would | |
| It' s ' 90, you gotta be def | |
| Take all the money until there ain' t none left | |
| You see, some young brothas give her tongue | |
| Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung | |
| That ain' t the tip, ah, nah | |
| You stupid mutha as, what' s wrong wit' y' all? | |
| It don' t take all that to get that ho | |
| If you can' t her, nigga, say, ' Trick that ho' | |
| ' Cause when you come up, she' ll be jockin' | |
| On your front door, man, she' ll be knockin' | |
| When you let her in, it' s straight to the covers | |
| That' s the way it goes, believe me, brotha | |
| I' ve been through it all, it don' t mean nothin' | |
| Pussy ain' t shit, make the ho pay somethin' | |
| It' s Mac Dre, hear what I say | |
| I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day | |
| Pimpin', straight pimpin' | |
| I don' t wanna see you simpin' | |
| Listen to my tape, play it all the time | |
| And when it' s over, man, press rewind | |
| ' Cause it' s dope shit, you gotta hear it | |
| And like coke, nigga, you gon' clear it | |
| And to the top I' m goin' | |
| Bitch, I' m flowin' | |
| And it and it and it don' t stop | |
| It' s Mac Dre, y' all | |
| Listen to the things I say, y' all |
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