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作词 : Goodwin, Jones, Patterson ... |
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(feat. Eight Ball & Mjg) |
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[MJG] |
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A natural fact: |
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That I pimp tracks and freak around |
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The game got cracks in them pipes, |
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it's leakin' town |
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My lines blow yo' mind, |
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yo' senses remain puzzled |
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Attacked by the weight of the bass |
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in yo' chest, |
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Eightball, MJG, MC Ren, |
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nevertheless |
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'Cause we's the most |
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My real-ass lizards, |
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let's make a toast, |
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and sing aloud to bustas, |
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and force 'em to get ghost |
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And coast to coast |
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We shows loves in Network, |
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while some try to impress people |
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and get hurt. |
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Deep thoughts cloud my conscience |
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as I curl, |
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up in the corner on hand, |
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and then I hurl |
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Call my girl |
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Tell her I'm drunk |
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and can't make it |
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I tried to drink the whole damn bar |
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and couldn't take it |
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That's aiight! |
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'Cause come sunrise, |
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I'm still rollin |
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My nuts the only title I'm claimin' |
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and still holdin' |
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[Chorus- MC Ren] |
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Now who in the ******* |
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wanna come and represent? |
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You ******* ass *******z, |
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y'all be too hesitant |
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I, take my black ass |
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down to the south |
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******* wanna ******* me |
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while I'm in the Suave House |
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*******, who in the ******* |
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wanna come and represent? |
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Oh, I know you suck that *******, |
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acting too hesitant |
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We, MJG, Eightball, Villain, |
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Make that straight ******* *******t, |
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that's how these *******z feelin', Uh. |
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[Eightball] |
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Guess wo popped up, |
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straight up out the cuts |
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with lyrical buckshots |
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spillin' all a ******* guts |
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Touch whoever witness, |
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strays when I displays, |
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a thousand different ways to get paid |
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with a phrase |
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Days go by, |
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I be hibernatin' gettin' high |
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Dreamin' 'bout L.A. |
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penetratin' somethin' fly |
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Down in H-Town, |
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or somewhere in the Mound, |
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all eyes on me, baby, |
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'cause I get around |
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We be like, connected |
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weak-ass *******z get ejected |
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Ooze like slime, |
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dig this hines when we wreck *******t |
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Uncut, coast to coast, |
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slangin' audio **** |
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Manglin' MCs, leavin' 'em, |
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danglin' from ropes |
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Boast, tryin' to be ****r than most, |
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in my profession |
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Me and the villain, microphone killin' |
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no blood spillin' |
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Phat raps with much cheddar |
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in the tellers, |
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Eightball and MJG and MC Ren, |
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Foreva! |
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*Chorus* |
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[MC Ren] |
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******* that, *******, the villain be |
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out in Houston, Tex., |
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To ******* with them *******z from Suave |
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who wanna flex. |
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******* *******z got kidnapped, |
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with *******s in they mouth, |
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fo' ******' Compton *******z, and |
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*******z from down South, |
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Eightball, MJG, where you at, |
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space agent? |
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Y'all prob'ly got all the ******* pagin' |
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suckin' 'casian. |
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Writin' left nuts, |
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chapstick and lips, |
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While *******-ass *******z spendin' chips, |
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just to see the hips |
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South-West connection, |
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******* bow tha ******* down |
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******* how them other *******z sound |
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Villain be hated by *******z because |
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they ******* *******es throb |
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ready to slap that ho, |
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every time a head bob, *******z be killin' me, |
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Got that ******* T-Mixx, |
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pull the ******' remix |
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if these words don't hurt you, |
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*******, got them stones and sticks, |
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and some Compton-ass *******z |
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to make you fade to black |
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With some crazy Houston *******z |
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in the cut in the back |
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*chorus* |
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fade to end |