歌曲 | U Know Bleek (Intro) |
歌手 | Memphis Bleek |
专辑 | The Understanding |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cox, Fyffe, Grant, Kunze, Levay ... | |
Yea, serious | |
Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die | |
It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky | |
My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land | |
It's money, drugs, and hot slugs[Incomprehensible] | |
Money, drugs and hot slugs | |
Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me | |
Money, drugs and hot slugs, | |
R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs | |
You know, know, know, know, you know | |
BleekNiggas said | |
I can't do, it's funny | |
I done itThe album is here, now who the fuck want it? | |
I let niggas eat now | |
I'm here to collect | |
I admit they tried but they ain't rep correct | |
Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat | |
Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out | |
Don't let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you | |
My life's the realest nigga | |
I should write me a novel | |
This for them broads that'll hold me down | |
And my niggas on the internet that download my style | |
And my dog in line in at | |
ChowJust bangin' with his | |
Walkman playin' me loud | |
And the nigga with that plate | |
Choppin' them grams, him and his man | |
Listening to music that they understand | |
And that white boy goin' to college | |
He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal | |
Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up | |
They can listen to this shit, | |
I don't give two fucks | |
But back to it, sippin' on that | |
Cognac fluid | |
In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit | |
This is ride music, get the high music | |
That M dot, hot supply music | |
That's the answer, life's like cancer | |
I thought | |
I told y'all niggas | |
I'm serious | |
It's money, drugs, it's money, drugs | |
It's money, drugs and hot slugs, you know | |
Bleek |
zuo ci : Cox, Fyffe, Grant, Kunze, Levay ... | |
Yea, serious | |
Aiyyo, this time it' s for my family, we ride or die | |
It' s in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky | |
My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land | |
It' s money, drugs, and hot slugs Incomprehensible | |
Money, drugs and hot slugs | |
Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me | |
Money, drugs and hot slugs, | |
R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs | |
You know, know, know, know, you know | |
BleekNiggas said | |
I can' t do, it' s funny | |
I done itThe album is here, now who the fuck want it? | |
I let niggas eat now | |
I' m here to collect | |
I admit they tried but they ain' t rep correct | |
Now the dinner table' s set and it' s my time to eat | |
Don' t even wipe your mouth, get up, be out | |
Don' t let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you | |
My life' s the realest nigga | |
I should write me a novel | |
This for them broads that' ll hold me down | |
And my niggas on the internet that download my style | |
And my dog in line in at | |
ChowJust bangin' with his | |
Walkman playin' me loud | |
And the nigga with that plate | |
Choppin' them grams, him and his man | |
Listening to music that they understand | |
And that white boy goin' to college | |
He don' t know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal | |
Them white boys, they' ll shoot shit up | |
They can listen to this shit, | |
I don' t give two fucks | |
But back to it, sippin' on that | |
Cognac fluid | |
In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit | |
This is ride music, get the high music | |
That M dot, hot supply music | |
That' s the answer, life' s like cancer | |
I thought | |
I told y' all niggas | |
I' m serious | |
It' s money, drugs, it' s money, drugs | |
It' s money, drugs and hot slugs, you know | |
Bleek |
zuò cí : Cox, Fyffe, Grant, Kunze, Levay ... | |
Yea, serious | |
Aiyyo, this time it' s for my family, we ride or die | |
It' s in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky | |
My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land | |
It' s money, drugs, and hot slugs Incomprehensible | |
Money, drugs and hot slugs | |
Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me | |
Money, drugs and hot slugs, | |
R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs | |
You know, know, know, know, you know | |
BleekNiggas said | |
I can' t do, it' s funny | |
I done itThe album is here, now who the fuck want it? | |
I let niggas eat now | |
I' m here to collect | |
I admit they tried but they ain' t rep correct | |
Now the dinner table' s set and it' s my time to eat | |
Don' t even wipe your mouth, get up, be out | |
Don' t let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you | |
My life' s the realest nigga | |
I should write me a novel | |
This for them broads that' ll hold me down | |
And my niggas on the internet that download my style | |
And my dog in line in at | |
ChowJust bangin' with his | |
Walkman playin' me loud | |
And the nigga with that plate | |
Choppin' them grams, him and his man | |
Listening to music that they understand | |
And that white boy goin' to college | |
He don' t know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal | |
Them white boys, they' ll shoot shit up | |
They can listen to this shit, | |
I don' t give two fucks | |
But back to it, sippin' on that | |
Cognac fluid | |
In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit | |
This is ride music, get the high music | |
That M dot, hot supply music | |
That' s the answer, life' s like cancer | |
I thought | |
I told y' all niggas | |
I' m serious | |
It' s money, drugs, it' s money, drugs | |
It' s money, drugs and hot slugs, you know | |
Bleek |