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作词 : Juvenile, The Whole Click ... |
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* (not cash money -- mc ren's brother) |
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My *************z call me grinch and yes i'm known to be a ************* up |
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Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up |
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Put my stick so ************* feel my pockets with the dollar |
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'cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor |
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Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it |
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Give bone the microphone and let him kill it |
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Give bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop |
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Lil' g from the hall so the maggot won't stop |
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And plus i'm packin' punches always keep a good grip |
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My homies call me bone from the whole damn click |
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I live like a mack and keep the ******* on my ************* |
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You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my *************t |
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Compton is the heart and that's where we all from |
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The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum |
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And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4 |
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'cause ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door |
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And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air |
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True checkin' done by the true ******' player |
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I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock |
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Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause i'm servin' 'em spot |
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And that's how it's done i keep it flowin' like a sailor |
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My beats are large my feats are star, some called me chuck taylor |
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Then i call the juvy 'cause i know we gotta coupe |
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Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot |
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Then call me mr. ******man when i'm chillin' in the spot |
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My *************z call me bishop when i'm rollin' with my glock |
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The crackers call me bandit when i'm runnin' from the cops |
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And the ******* call me daddy when i'm tearin' up the ************* |
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Yo the title's mr. ************* up so i figure that i'm ****** |
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Got no luck, *************t, gotta go and earn a quick buck |
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Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon |
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'cause i'm a ************* with a mother******' gun master plannin' |
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I'm a crazy ass ************* makin' mother*******s fall |
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A ************* from the streets hangin' in the ******' hall |
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I place where we smoke bud and *************z get bent |
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And when it comes to music put on mc ren *************t |
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Now everybody chillin' and the ******* gettin' freaky |
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Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me |
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Lickin' out my ass hole like a ******' groupie |
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I'm through now i cleans up and call my ************* juvy |
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Headin' downstairs my *************z hand me a 4-o |
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Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo |
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Now i'm feelin' high like i'm sittin' on a cloud |
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The dust that we kick i guess we live our lives foul |
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Beware of the ************* that they call j-rock |
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The party's goin' through but i still got my glock |
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I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch |
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And if it's necessary mother******* we can thump |
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Or get a ******' pump, put a hole in your chest |
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Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest |
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Matters gettin' worse if i have to drop the dogs |
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Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall |
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So smalls, get your ******' 9 and your clip |
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And let these mother*******s know what's up on the whole click |