歌曲 | Yappin' |
歌手 | Master P |
专辑 | Ghetto Bill |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brown, Miller, Twillie | |
Man you need to cut all that woofin out | |
Either you from the hood or you ain't from the hood | |
But if you ain't from the hood, don't be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT) | |
Cause ******z gon expose these fake ******z[Chorus: Halleluyah] | |
Don't make me put my hands on you ******, | |
I'ma show you what | |
I'm boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out | |
Knocked the ****** out, knocked the ****** out | |
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out | |
Don't make me put my hands on you ******, | |
I'ma show you what | |
I'm boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out | |
Knocked the ****** out, knocked the ****** out | |
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out[Master P] | |
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck | |
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up | |
I see you fake ass twisted ******z straight to the sideand can't even look a real ****** straight in the eye | |
Screamin "Bust a ****** head" but real killers don't talk | |
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act | |
See, you and your click don't wanna face me ****** | |
I'll detroit indiana ****** pace ya ****** | |
Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote | |
Show you what | |
Shaq shoulda did to | |
KobeSlap him in his mouth, ****** ****** | |
Jerry Buss | |
That fool still talkin, beat his ************ ass up | |
You a rookie under me so respect your elders | |
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous | |
The New No | |
Limit, we ain't scared to go to war | |
Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car[Chorus][Master P] | |
You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones | |
I'm a New | |
No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm | |
See you puh puh poolay, ****** what you say | |
We get to stomping like soldiers in | |
Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the club | |
You don't give a ****** then throw your hood up | |
I got a couple screws missing, they say | |
I talk in my sleep | |
I'm addicted to money and ************ but | |
I love the freaks | |
You don't wanna run up on a ****** in the club | |
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz | |
See, I'm a fool ******, break the rules ****** | |
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you ****** | |
See, I'm a b | |
East boy, | |
I'm from the streets boy | |
You could knuckle up but | |
Drumma got that heat boy | |
I mean the feet boy, | |
I'm Pistol | |
Pete boyStop screamin mother******, you ain't me boy[Chorus][Young Buck + (Master P)](Where you at Buck?) | |
We got the ************ spot poppin and the dice game crackin | |
Got some hustlers with some birds and some young ******z jackin | |
This the hood baby, white t-************rts and the khakis | |
Stomp stompin in my | |
G-Units still | |
Cadillac'n | |
P, you know | |
I been waiting to push a line with you dawg | |
P, uou know | |
I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg | |
I'm on the grey goose, | |
Huey Lewis | |
Black Panther ************t | |
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go | |
It's No Limit up in here, ************ you got damn right (************ you got damn right) | |
We gonna act like | |
C-Murder just got out of jail tonight | |
Oh, we came to start a fight, break 'em off something rough | |
Take it back to the streets ******, make 'em say ughh (Make 'em say ughh) | |
So me and | |
Silkk The | |
Shocker in a black | |
ImpalaBurnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper | |
No matter what | |
I been through, my bank account got it | |
****** them other ******z cause we still bout it bout it[Chorus] |
zuo ci : Brown, Miller, Twillie | |
Man you need to cut all that woofin out | |
Either you from the hood or you ain' t from the hood | |
But if you ain' t from the hood, don' t be actin like you from the hood NEW NO LIMIT | |
Cause z gon expose these fake z Chorus: Halleluyah | |
Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
I' ma show you what | |
I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
I' ma show you what | |
I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out Master P | |
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck | |
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up | |
I see you fake ass twisted z straight to the sideand can' t even look a real straight in the eye | |
Screamin " Bust a head" but real killers don' t talk | |
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act | |
See, you and your click don' t wanna face me | |
I' ll detroit indiana pace ya | |
Cause I' m crazy like my dad, a wild coyote | |
Show you what | |
Shaq shoulda did to | |
KobeSlap him in his mouth, | |
Jerry Buss | |
That fool still talkin, beat his ass up | |
You a rookie under me so respect your elders | |
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous | |
The New No | |
Limit, we ain' t scared to go to war | |
Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car Chorus Master P | |
You can' t live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones | |
I' m a New | |
No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm | |
See you puh puh poolay, what you say | |
We get to stomping like soldiers in | |
Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the club | |
You don' t give a then throw your hood up | |
I got a couple screws missing, they say | |
I talk in my sleep | |
I' m addicted to money and but | |
I love the freaks | |
You don' t wanna run up on a in the club | |
When I' m gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz | |
See, I' m a fool , break the rules | |
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you | |
See, I' m a b | |
East boy, | |
I' m from the streets boy | |
You could knuckle up but | |
Drumma got that heat boy | |
I mean the feet boy, | |
I' m Pistol | |
Pete boyStop screamin mother, you ain' t me boy Chorus Young Buck Master P Where you at Buck? | |
We got the spot poppin and the dice game crackin | |
Got some hustlers with some birds and some young z jackin | |
This the hood baby, white t rts and the khakis | |
Stomp stompin in my | |
GUnits still | |
Cadillac' n | |
P, you know | |
I been waiting to push a line with you dawg | |
P, uou know | |
I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg | |
I' m on the grey goose, | |
Huey Lewis | |
Black Panther t | |
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go | |
It' s No Limit up in here, you got damn right you got damn right | |
We gonna act like | |
CMurder just got out of jail tonight | |
Oh, we came to start a fight, break ' em off something rough | |
Take it back to the streets , make ' em say ughh Make ' em say ughh | |
So me and | |
Silkk The | |
Shocker in a black | |
ImpalaBurnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper | |
No matter what | |
I been through, my bank account got it | |
them other z cause we still bout it bout it Chorus |
zuò cí : Brown, Miller, Twillie | |
Man you need to cut all that woofin out | |
Either you from the hood or you ain' t from the hood | |
But if you ain' t from the hood, don' t be actin like you from the hood NEW NO LIMIT | |
Cause z gon expose these fake z Chorus: Halleluyah | |
Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
I' ma show you what | |
I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
I' ma show you what | |
I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out Master P | |
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck | |
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up | |
I see you fake ass twisted z straight to the sideand can' t even look a real straight in the eye | |
Screamin " Bust a head" but real killers don' t talk | |
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act | |
See, you and your click don' t wanna face me | |
I' ll detroit indiana pace ya | |
Cause I' m crazy like my dad, a wild coyote | |
Show you what | |
Shaq shoulda did to | |
KobeSlap him in his mouth, | |
Jerry Buss | |
That fool still talkin, beat his ass up | |
You a rookie under me so respect your elders | |
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous | |
The New No | |
Limit, we ain' t scared to go to war | |
Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car Chorus Master P | |
You can' t live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones | |
I' m a New | |
No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm | |
See you puh puh poolay, what you say | |
We get to stomping like soldiers in | |
Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the club | |
You don' t give a then throw your hood up | |
I got a couple screws missing, they say | |
I talk in my sleep | |
I' m addicted to money and but | |
I love the freaks | |
You don' t wanna run up on a in the club | |
When I' m gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz | |
See, I' m a fool , break the rules | |
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you | |
See, I' m a b | |
East boy, | |
I' m from the streets boy | |
You could knuckle up but | |
Drumma got that heat boy | |
I mean the feet boy, | |
I' m Pistol | |
Pete boyStop screamin mother, you ain' t me boy Chorus Young Buck Master P Where you at Buck? | |
We got the spot poppin and the dice game crackin | |
Got some hustlers with some birds and some young z jackin | |
This the hood baby, white t rts and the khakis | |
Stomp stompin in my | |
GUnits still | |
Cadillac' n | |
P, you know | |
I been waiting to push a line with you dawg | |
P, uou know | |
I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg | |
I' m on the grey goose, | |
Huey Lewis | |
Black Panther t | |
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go | |
It' s No Limit up in here, you got damn right you got damn right | |
We gonna act like | |
CMurder just got out of jail tonight | |
Oh, we came to start a fight, break ' em off something rough | |
Take it back to the streets , make ' em say ughh Make ' em say ughh | |
So me and | |
Silkk The | |
Shocker in a black | |
ImpalaBurnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper | |
No matter what | |
I been through, my bank account got it | |
them other z cause we still bout it bout it Chorus |