G.M.C. 歌词
| 歌曲 | G.M.C. |
| 歌手 | MF Doom |
| 专辑 | Vaudeville Villain |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dumile, McDonald | |
| Party people know the name, Vik with a "k" | |
| if its all the same, if it ain't dont bother | |
| told the little monster, "No I ain't yo' father | |
| it's Uncle Viktor, shut the lights I'm gettin' dizzy | |
| and close the door, can you see ya momma busy?" | |
| What a scoundrel! | |
| gassed up the town fool to go rob the crown jewel | |
| he's like a lego megalomaniac | |
| who's into electronic and techno, a real brainiac | |
| smack-dab in the hip hop gold rush | |
| V, rather the old stuff | |
| preferably the Cold Crush | |
| it gets deeper than Deepak Chopra | |
| except he keep a stack and some cheap ass vodka | |
| knee-cap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center | |
| at least he always hits who he meant ta | |
| remember he got a short fuse and bad temper | |
| and a plan to claim emperor by December | |
| member of the most player-hated race | |
| who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face | |
| if I cut her off I might miss her | |
| and one of these days, right in the kisser | |
| she probably get mad at me, I bet ya | |
| it gets her nowhere like flattery | |
| she said, "Where were you last Saturday? | |
| and don't lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery" | |
| don't make me have to bling you | |
| or see you in the street and doubleteam you with the emu | |
| he told her, "When the ?gem paper tear off? | |
| it'll probably tear her ear off before y'all even square off" | |
| no good good-for-nothin | |
| kill her high for no frill like 'Good Will Huntin' | |
| he feels out a place like bizarro | |
| fiesty chick, comes all out her face like Charro | |
| it's Vaughn, he's back on | |
| and you know he don't care like Jimmy Crackcorn | |
| wax off, wax on | |
| tried to raise taxes on cracks and black porn | |
| another year passes | |
| gone are the days when he used to wear glasses | |
| now he wear contacts, unfrozen caveman look over the contracts | |
| these crews is too soft | |
| he came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off | |
| they don't really wanna battle | |
| all they gon' do is get mad and go tattle | |
| tell 'em a retard said it | |
| he ripped up the "We Card" sign and jetted | |
| you gotta give us three card credit | |
| even though at times he can be hard-headed | |
| yeah, the main thing, creams by all means and harebrained schemes | |
| the lord's performance was flawless | |
| he rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless | |
| the broad he was with was gorgeous | |
| the only flaw he saw was she cause a nigga more stress | |
| not trying to diss her | |
| but I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her | |
| Hell, I made it momma | |
| grammy for the world's most celebrated rhymer | |
| dead the drama, ?scama?, 4 G's of pizzy from Bahama | |
| V, the lead brown man | |
| and never count your chickens before you read SoundScan | |
| what about mom and pops? | |
| they might as well cooperate and wait 'til the bomb drop | |
| get more cabbage, often time he wonder how they get so savage | |
| V, not your average, often time he wonder how they got so savage |
| zuo ci : Dumile, McDonald | |
| Party people know the name, Vik with a " k" | |
| if its all the same, if it ain' t dont bother | |
| told the little monster, " No I ain' t yo' father | |
| it' s Uncle Viktor, shut the lights I' m gettin' dizzy | |
| and close the door, can you see ya momma busy?" | |
| What a scoundrel! | |
| gassed up the town fool to go rob the crown jewel | |
| he' s like a lego megalomaniac | |
| who' s into electronic and techno, a real brainiac | |
| smackdab in the hip hop gold rush | |
| V, rather the old stuff | |
| preferably the Cold Crush | |
| it gets deeper than Deepak Chopra | |
| except he keep a stack and some cheap ass vodka | |
| kneecap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center | |
| at least he always hits who he meant ta | |
| remember he got a short fuse and bad temper | |
| and a plan to claim emperor by December | |
| member of the most playerhated race | |
| who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face | |
| if I cut her off I might miss her | |
| and one of these days, right in the kisser | |
| she probably get mad at me, I bet ya | |
| it gets her nowhere like flattery | |
| she said, " Where were you last Saturday? | |
| and don' t lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery" | |
| don' t make me have to bling you | |
| or see you in the street and doubleteam you with the emu | |
| he told her, " When the nbsp? gem paper tear off? | |
| it' ll probably tear her ear off before y' all even square off" | |
| no good goodfornothin | |
| kill her high for no frill like ' Good Will Huntin' | |
| he feels out a place like bizarro | |
| fiesty chick, comes all out her face like Charro | |
| it' s Vaughn, he' s back on | |
| and you know he don' t care like Jimmy Crackcorn | |
| wax off, wax on | |
| tried to raise taxes on cracks and black porn | |
| another year passes | |
| gone are the days when he used to wear glasses | |
| now he wear contacts, unfrozen caveman look over the contracts | |
| these crews is too soft | |
| he came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off | |
| they don' t really wanna battle | |
| all they gon' do is get mad and go tattle | |
| tell ' em a retard said it | |
| he ripped up the " We Card" sign and jetted | |
| you gotta give us three card credit | |
| even though at times he can be hardheaded | |
| yeah, the main thing, creams by all means and harebrained schemes | |
| the lord' s performance was flawless | |
| he rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless | |
| the broad he was with was gorgeous | |
| the only flaw he saw was she cause a nigga more stress | |
| not trying to diss her | |
| but I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her | |
| Hell, I made it momma | |
| grammy for the world' s most celebrated rhymer | |
| dead the drama, nbsp? scama?, 4 G' s of pizzy from Bahama | |
| V, the lead brown man | |
| and never count your chickens before you read SoundScan | |
| what about mom and pops? | |
| they might as well cooperate and wait ' til the bomb drop | |
| get more cabbage, often time he wonder how they get so savage | |
| V, not your average, often time he wonder how they got so savage |
| zuò cí : Dumile, McDonald | |
| Party people know the name, Vik with a " k" | |
| if its all the same, if it ain' t dont bother | |
| told the little monster, " No I ain' t yo' father | |
| it' s Uncle Viktor, shut the lights I' m gettin' dizzy | |
| and close the door, can you see ya momma busy?" | |
| What a scoundrel! | |
| gassed up the town fool to go rob the crown jewel | |
| he' s like a lego megalomaniac | |
| who' s into electronic and techno, a real brainiac | |
| smackdab in the hip hop gold rush | |
| V, rather the old stuff | |
| preferably the Cold Crush | |
| it gets deeper than Deepak Chopra | |
| except he keep a stack and some cheap ass vodka | |
| kneecap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center | |
| at least he always hits who he meant ta | |
| remember he got a short fuse and bad temper | |
| and a plan to claim emperor by December | |
| member of the most playerhated race | |
| who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face | |
| if I cut her off I might miss her | |
| and one of these days, right in the kisser | |
| she probably get mad at me, I bet ya | |
| it gets her nowhere like flattery | |
| she said, " Where were you last Saturday? | |
| and don' t lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery" | |
| don' t make me have to bling you | |
| or see you in the street and doubleteam you with the emu | |
| he told her, " When the nbsp? gem paper tear off? | |
| it' ll probably tear her ear off before y' all even square off" | |
| no good goodfornothin | |
| kill her high for no frill like ' Good Will Huntin' | |
| he feels out a place like bizarro | |
| fiesty chick, comes all out her face like Charro | |
| it' s Vaughn, he' s back on | |
| and you know he don' t care like Jimmy Crackcorn | |
| wax off, wax on | |
| tried to raise taxes on cracks and black porn | |
| another year passes | |
| gone are the days when he used to wear glasses | |
| now he wear contacts, unfrozen caveman look over the contracts | |
| these crews is too soft | |
| he came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off | |
| they don' t really wanna battle | |
| all they gon' do is get mad and go tattle | |
| tell ' em a retard said it | |
| he ripped up the " We Card" sign and jetted | |
| you gotta give us three card credit | |
| even though at times he can be hardheaded | |
| yeah, the main thing, creams by all means and harebrained schemes | |
| the lord' s performance was flawless | |
| he rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless | |
| the broad he was with was gorgeous | |
| the only flaw he saw was she cause a nigga more stress | |
| not trying to diss her | |
| but I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her | |
| Hell, I made it momma | |
| grammy for the world' s most celebrated rhymer | |
| dead the drama, nbsp? scama?, 4 G' s of pizzy from Bahama | |
| V, the lead brown man | |
| and never count your chickens before you read SoundScan | |
| what about mom and pops? | |
| they might as well cooperate and wait ' til the bomb drop | |
| get more cabbage, often time he wonder how they get so savage | |
| V, not your average, often time he wonder how they got so savage |
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