歌曲 | Live from Compton Saturday Night |
歌手 | MC Ren |
专辑 | Da Villain in Black |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cold One Eighty Seven um ... | |
(mc ren's answering machine) | |
Yeah, who dis? | |
(cold187um) | |
Yo, this hutch man, oh whats up? | |
(mc ren answering machine) | |
What up *******, what's happenin? yeah, check this out | |
I ain't even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap | |
I'll get back, peace | |
(cold187um) | |
Yo whats up man, it's me man, pick up the phone, ******* | |
It's hutch man, whats up? | |
(mc ren) | |
Hey, what's up dog? hey ******* what time is man? | |
(cold) | |
Hey i don't know, man, i'm just sayin man, i was just callin | |
To see what's poppin, man, what's goin down | |
(mc ren) | |
******* i'm about to rest, dog | |
(cold) | |
Aww, man saturday n ************t and you talkin about rest? | |
(mc ren) | |
Man, what you talkin about, | |
I was at that mother****** studio *******, all night | |
(cold) | |
Man lets go get some 40s, *******, something man, do something | |
(mc ren) | |
Hey, hey ******* what you gonna do | |
(cold) | |
Aw, aw its like ren, ren what's up? | |
Aw ******* gonna hang up on a *******, ************t | |
(mc ren | |
Come on and step on in, no turnin back | |
While i drop ************t that have your mind turnin black | |
******* i break god damn necks, when i drop verses | |
And blind your sight, from the ************t that i recite | |
Live from compton it's saturday night | |
But ain't no joke, cause i don't play that ************t | |
*******z you know i ain't no mother****** comic | |
Droppin street knowledge, plus a ******* islamic | |
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a *******, | |
But that ************t don't be workin | |
When i'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel | |
For real, and ************-made-*******z get they caps peeled | |
When i walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe | |
As if you didn't know, now that you know ******* act like you knew | |
And if you continue trippin, mother******* you | |
I'm walkin with my *******z, | |
With the help of 187 on this tight ass track | |
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep | |
Because my ************t gets deep | |
(cold187um) | |
Ok, time for me to rustle more ************t, represent to the fullest | |
Everytime that i'm spit, get cha lit | |
Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go | |
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold | |
Cause i hate flossers and i hate braggers | |
I hate short stoppers and i hate laggers | |
On the real, *******z be wanna free kick it pass | |
So they can beat your ************t, and jack your ass | |
I give em 187 times to try | |
But on the real, they better off committin suicide | |
Slide me the tech ren, so i can show 'em | |
That i'm not to be trusted, and not to be ****** with | |
And definately not that mother******* they wanna press they luck with | |
I keep it goin uncut, and if i get mad enough | |
I shoot they whole ****** set up | |
And don't say i didn't warn ya | |
It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner | |
187 be the gate keeper | |
Cause where i'm from, the ************t gets deeper | |
(mc ren) | |
My ************t gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep | |
My ************t is too deep, | |
Well how in the hell am i gonna deal with new *******z | |
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out ************t yet | |
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0 | |
Throwin wack *******z ************t out my window | |
Cause rarely do i see *******z that be comin with that funky ass ************t | |
That make you say ******* ay, go shoot a ******* down, | |
But here comes that black ******* that they call ren | |
Makin *******z go and act crazy again | |
*******z be ****** fools for the hell of it | |
Some down old *******z better not come this way | |
Cause i just don't give a *******, cause i get in a baby gangsta mode | |
************ slappin *******z with my fist | |
Cause i insist i'm a hell of a lyricist | |
But my roots in the street | |
Killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats | |
Me and my *******z come and get your ass | |
Then me and my *******z beat up on that ass | |
Cause me and my *******z, ******* love the creep | |
When the ************t gets deep, it gets deep |
zuo ci : Cold One Eighty Seven um ... | |
mc ren' s answering machine | |
Yeah, who dis? | |
cold187um | |
Yo, this hutch man, oh whats up? | |
mc ren answering machine | |
What up , what' s happenin? yeah, check this out | |
I ain' t even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap | |
I' ll get back, peace | |
cold187um | |
Yo whats up man, it' s me man, pick up the phone, | |
It' s hutch man, whats up? | |
mc ren | |
Hey, what' s up dog? hey what time is man? | |
cold | |
Hey i don' t know, man, i' m just sayin man, i was just callin | |
To see what' s poppin, man, what' s goin down | |
mc ren | |
i' m about to rest, dog | |
cold | |
Aww, man saturday n t and you talkin about rest? | |
mc ren | |
Man, what you talkin about, | |
I was at that mother studio , all night | |
cold | |
Man lets go get some 40s, , something man, do something | |
mc ren | |
Hey, hey what you gonna do | |
cold | |
Aw, aw its like ren, ren what' s up? | |
Aw gonna hang up on a , t | |
mc ren | |
Come on and step on in, no turnin back | |
While i drop t that have your mind turnin black | |
i break god damn necks, when i drop verses | |
And blind your sight, from the t that i recite | |
Live from compton it' s saturday night | |
But ain' t no joke, cause i don' t play that t | |
z you know i ain' t no mother comic | |
Droppin street knowledge, plus a islamic | |
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a , | |
But that t don' t be workin | |
When i' m rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel | |
For real, and made z get they caps peeled | |
When i walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe | |
As if you didn' t know, now that you know act like you knew | |
And if you continue trippin, mother you | |
I' m walkin with my z, | |
With the help of 187 on this tight ass track | |
So step the hell back, and you can' t afford to sleep | |
Because my t gets deep | |
cold187um | |
Ok, time for me to rustle more t, represent to the fullest | |
Everytime that i' m spit, get cha lit | |
Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go | |
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold | |
Cause i hate flossers and i hate braggers | |
I hate short stoppers and i hate laggers | |
On the real, z be wanna free kick it pass | |
So they can beat your t, and jack your ass | |
I give em 187 times to try | |
But on the real, they better off committin suicide | |
Slide me the tech ren, so i can show ' em | |
That i' m not to be trusted, and not to be with | |
And definately not that mother they wanna press they luck with | |
I keep it goin uncut, and if i get mad enough | |
I shoot they whole set up | |
And don' t say i didn' t warn ya | |
It ain' t funny, when you be a victim by the corner | |
187 be the gate keeper | |
Cause where i' m from, the t gets deeper | |
mc ren | |
My t gets backed up for days and days, it' s hard to sleep | |
My t is too deep, | |
Well how in the hell am i gonna deal with new z | |
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain' t put out t yet | |
Rollin down the street in my 450 | |
Throwin wack z t out my window | |
Cause rarely do i see z that be comin with that funky ass t | |
That make you say ay, go shoot a down, | |
But here comes that black that they call ren | |
Makin z go and act crazy again | |
z be fools for the hell of it | |
Some down old z better not come this way | |
Cause i just don' t give a , cause i get in a baby gangsta mode | |
slappin z with my fist | |
Cause i insist i' m a hell of a lyricist | |
But my roots in the street | |
Killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats | |
Me and my z come and get your ass | |
Then me and my z beat up on that ass | |
Cause me and my z, love the creep | |
When the t gets deep, it gets deep |
zuò cí : Cold One Eighty Seven um ... | |
mc ren' s answering machine | |
Yeah, who dis? | |
cold187um | |
Yo, this hutch man, oh whats up? | |
mc ren answering machine | |
What up , what' s happenin? yeah, check this out | |
I ain' t even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap | |
I' ll get back, peace | |
cold187um | |
Yo whats up man, it' s me man, pick up the phone, | |
It' s hutch man, whats up? | |
mc ren | |
Hey, what' s up dog? hey what time is man? | |
cold | |
Hey i don' t know, man, i' m just sayin man, i was just callin | |
To see what' s poppin, man, what' s goin down | |
mc ren | |
i' m about to rest, dog | |
cold | |
Aww, man saturday n t and you talkin about rest? | |
mc ren | |
Man, what you talkin about, | |
I was at that mother studio , all night | |
cold | |
Man lets go get some 40s, , something man, do something | |
mc ren | |
Hey, hey what you gonna do | |
cold | |
Aw, aw its like ren, ren what' s up? | |
Aw gonna hang up on a , t | |
mc ren | |
Come on and step on in, no turnin back | |
While i drop t that have your mind turnin black | |
i break god damn necks, when i drop verses | |
And blind your sight, from the t that i recite | |
Live from compton it' s saturday night | |
But ain' t no joke, cause i don' t play that t | |
z you know i ain' t no mother comic | |
Droppin street knowledge, plus a islamic | |
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a , | |
But that t don' t be workin | |
When i' m rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel | |
For real, and made z get they caps peeled | |
When i walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe | |
As if you didn' t know, now that you know act like you knew | |
And if you continue trippin, mother you | |
I' m walkin with my z, | |
With the help of 187 on this tight ass track | |
So step the hell back, and you can' t afford to sleep | |
Because my t gets deep | |
cold187um | |
Ok, time for me to rustle more t, represent to the fullest | |
Everytime that i' m spit, get cha lit | |
Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go | |
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold | |
Cause i hate flossers and i hate braggers | |
I hate short stoppers and i hate laggers | |
On the real, z be wanna free kick it pass | |
So they can beat your t, and jack your ass | |
I give em 187 times to try | |
But on the real, they better off committin suicide | |
Slide me the tech ren, so i can show ' em | |
That i' m not to be trusted, and not to be with | |
And definately not that mother they wanna press they luck with | |
I keep it goin uncut, and if i get mad enough | |
I shoot they whole set up | |
And don' t say i didn' t warn ya | |
It ain' t funny, when you be a victim by the corner | |
187 be the gate keeper | |
Cause where i' m from, the t gets deeper | |
mc ren | |
My t gets backed up for days and days, it' s hard to sleep | |
My t is too deep, | |
Well how in the hell am i gonna deal with new z | |
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain' t put out t yet | |
Rollin down the street in my 450 | |
Throwin wack z t out my window | |
Cause rarely do i see z that be comin with that funky ass t | |
That make you say ay, go shoot a down, | |
But here comes that black that they call ren | |
Makin z go and act crazy again | |
z be fools for the hell of it | |
Some down old z better not come this way | |
Cause i just don' t give a , cause i get in a baby gangsta mode | |
slappin z with my fist | |
Cause i insist i' m a hell of a lyricist | |
But my roots in the street | |
Killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats | |
Me and my z come and get your ass | |
Then me and my z beat up on that ass | |
Cause me and my z, love the creep | |
When the t gets deep, it gets deep |