Mr. CEO 歌词
| 歌曲 | Mr. CEO |
| 歌手 | Noreaga |
| 专辑 | God's Favorite |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Abdallah, Allan, Muldrow ... | |
| Intro Aww, yes how you do today | |
| My name is | |
| N.O.R.E, that's pronounced nore. | |
| Here on behalf of thugged out militainment. | |
| I'm here to see the president of the record label | |
| I believe his name is | |
| Mr.Isenhawk. | |
| I been out here quite some time. | |
| So, aww can you let him know | |
| I been waiting. | |
| And aww can he please hurry his ass up before | |
| I bounce you undadig! | |
| Chorus So whats the matter | |
| Mr. CEOOOO | |
| You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo | |
| ************t give a hood ****** a chance, a ****** won't rob you, plus a ****** ain't gone dance. | |
| So whats the matter | |
| Mr. CEOOOO | |
| You can't look in my face and feel my pain yooo ************t give a hood ****** a chance, a ****** won't rob you, plus a ****** ain't gone dance. | |
| Verse1 Ayo ****** through in the key and let the engine spark | |
| Yo I love the rap game, hate the buiness part | |
| An give a hood ****** a chance, that's what they won't do | |
| Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! | |
| An ************t ****** a check, | |
| I rather cash | |
| And you know | |
| I shoot ******z, don't bring up the past | |
| But I just came home,and ain't leaving alone | |
| Give a ****** one chance, im a have the ************t sown | |
| I'm a hard worker, i don't need no handout | |
| I opportunity and im a expand out | |
| It's militainment, military entertainment | |
| Brand new hot ************t nobody with | |
| So invest your cheese,and pay this thug | |
| We belong on uncut, not midnight love | |
| So just make sure our contract ain't slim | |
| And then I'm ready ******, yo where do | |
| I sign Chorus | |
| Verse2 My pain ain't for eyes, stress rhymes | |
| Exchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best times | |
| To the CEO, im basically saying | |
| My life switching, digging out | |
| Spitting for ******z the same route | |
| Ladies too, | |
| I went the game route | |
| Respect what we came for, press support | |
| I guarantee we x these ******z name out | |
| All I ask is my own ar's | |
| Marly marl, wise and shawn | |
| Truthfully we got our own staff | |
| The hands on experience, advance that executive paper | |
| Stay in the streets we set for greater things | |
| Whatever in the bank, bank on it | |
| Royalty time we thank each other | |
| Arrogant photo's we tear it down | |
| Bang them on billboards to skane | |
| Streets imagine, business of rap | |
| You can sit and laugh ****** | |
| Who done caked up, you flagrant as ************t mother****** | |
| Chorus Verse 3 | |
| Yo let me holla at you ceo, a.r and president | |
| Give me a minute, here me out ain't no disrespect | |
| Let me speck my peace, we got a ill click of ******z | |
| Now we got producers with beats | |
| We already to put ************t down in the streets | |
| Been hustling to long,we need a new way to eat | |
| And I'm mad at your whole roster dog, must of them ******z is weak | |
| The rest of them are imposters dog, i know muse and maze will bring you plaque | |
| I'm a hustler ****** the first day i finish my pack | |
| Hit us with consignment and we'll bring it right back | |
| We for real with this game,and we spit it like that | |
| And since you worried about spending, we got a album ready done | |
| So hold on ******z here we come | |
| Running through every burb, hood, every slum | |
| ******s don't won't none thugged out | |
| Chorus Verse 4 | |
| Do I look like the type who like to dance in club | |
| I like to stack cash, my son need to know this is his dad | |
| Mother may | |
| I take one step into the game | |
| The streets know my name | |
| The fame I had it before, when i approach my lifestyle, more potent than ****** | |
| I write it real for the world, hate the industry rope | |
| I'm thugged out golden nugget with blood in a bucket | |
| We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it | |
| I got a european attitude and ready for russia | |
| My hot flow, will leave canada dry, you ask me why | |
| Most rappers spitting you lie's, just to make you buy | |
| Unitied states, im like a piece of the puzzle | |
| I got to hustle | |
| Like I'm a south american | |
| Sell you album's in bundle's | |
| So let me live it up, and let the streets follow my story | |
| And much respect to the artist who done, done it | |
| Before me so it's my time to sell records and taking the glory |
| zuo ci : Abdallah, Allan, Muldrow ... | |
| Intro Aww, yes how you do today | |
| My name is | |
| N. O. R. E, that' s pronounced nore. | |
| Here on behalf of thugged out militainment. | |
| I' m here to see the president of the record label | |
| I believe his name is | |
| Mr. Isenhawk. | |
| I been out here quite some time. | |
| So, aww can you let him know | |
| I been waiting. | |
| And aww can he please hurry his ass up before | |
| I bounce you undadig! | |
| Chorus So whats the matter | |
| Mr. CEOOOO | |
| You can' t look in my face and feel my pain yooo | |
| t give a hood a chance, a won' t rob you, plus a ain' t gone dance. | |
| So whats the matter | |
| Mr. CEOOOO | |
| You can' t look in my face and feel my pain yooo t give a hood a chance, a won' t rob you, plus a ain' t gone dance. | |
| Verse1 Ayo through in the key and let the engine spark | |
| Yo I love the rap game, hate the buiness part | |
| An give a hood a chance, that' s what they won' t do | |
| Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! | |
| An t a check, | |
| I rather cash | |
| And you know | |
| I shoot z, don' t bring up the past | |
| But I just came home, and ain' t leaving alone | |
| Give a one chance, im a have the t sown | |
| I' m a hard worker, i don' t need no handout | |
| I opportunity and im a expand out | |
| It' s militainment, military entertainment | |
| Brand new hot t nobody with | |
| So invest your cheese, and pay this thug | |
| We belong on uncut, not midnight love | |
| So just make sure our contract ain' t slim | |
| And then I' m ready , yo where do | |
| I sign Chorus | |
| Verse2 My pain ain' t for eyes, stress rhymes | |
| Exchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best times | |
| To the CEO, im basically saying | |
| My life switching, digging out | |
| Spitting for z the same route | |
| Ladies too, | |
| I went the game route | |
| Respect what we came for, press support | |
| I guarantee we x these z name out | |
| All I ask is my own ar' s | |
| Marly marl, wise and shawn | |
| Truthfully we got our own staff | |
| The hands on experience, advance that executive paper | |
| Stay in the streets we set for greater things | |
| Whatever in the bank, bank on it | |
| Royalty time we thank each other | |
| Arrogant photo' s we tear it down | |
| Bang them on billboards to skane | |
| Streets imagine, business of rap | |
| You can sit and laugh | |
| Who done caked up, you flagrant as t mother | |
| Chorus Verse 3 | |
| Yo let me holla at you ceo, a. r and president | |
| Give me a minute, here me out ain' t no disrespect | |
| Let me speck my peace, we got a ill click of z | |
| Now we got producers with beats | |
| We already to put t down in the streets | |
| Been hustling to long, we need a new way to eat | |
| And I' m mad at your whole roster dog, must of them z is weak | |
| The rest of them are imposters dog, i know muse and maze will bring you plaque | |
| I' m a hustler the first day i finish my pack | |
| Hit us with consignment and we' ll bring it right back | |
| We for real with this game, and we spit it like that | |
| And since you worried about spending, we got a album ready done | |
| So hold on z here we come | |
| Running through every burb, hood, every slum | |
| s don' t won' t none thugged out | |
| Chorus Verse 4 | |
| Do I look like the type who like to dance in club | |
| I like to stack cash, my son need to know this is his dad | |
| Mother may | |
| I take one step into the game | |
| The streets know my name | |
| The fame I had it before, when i approach my lifestyle, more potent than | |
| I write it real for the world, hate the industry rope | |
| I' m thugged out golden nugget with blood in a bucket | |
| We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it | |
| I got a european attitude and ready for russia | |
| My hot flow, will leave canada dry, you ask me why | |
| Most rappers spitting you lie' s, just to make you buy | |
| Unitied states, im like a piece of the puzzle | |
| I got to hustle | |
| Like I' m a south american | |
| Sell you album' s in bundle' s | |
| So let me live it up, and let the streets follow my story | |
| And much respect to the artist who done, done it | |
| Before me so it' s my time to sell records and taking the glory |
| zuò cí : Abdallah, Allan, Muldrow ... | |
| Intro Aww, yes how you do today | |
| My name is | |
| N. O. R. E, that' s pronounced nore. | |
| Here on behalf of thugged out militainment. | |
| I' m here to see the president of the record label | |
| I believe his name is | |
| Mr. Isenhawk. | |
| I been out here quite some time. | |
| So, aww can you let him know | |
| I been waiting. | |
| And aww can he please hurry his ass up before | |
| I bounce you undadig! | |
| Chorus So whats the matter | |
| Mr. CEOOOO | |
| You can' t look in my face and feel my pain yooo | |
| t give a hood a chance, a won' t rob you, plus a ain' t gone dance. | |
| So whats the matter | |
| Mr. CEOOOO | |
| You can' t look in my face and feel my pain yooo t give a hood a chance, a won' t rob you, plus a ain' t gone dance. | |
| Verse1 Ayo through in the key and let the engine spark | |
| Yo I love the rap game, hate the buiness part | |
| An give a hood a chance, that' s what they won' t do | |
| Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! | |
| An t a check, | |
| I rather cash | |
| And you know | |
| I shoot z, don' t bring up the past | |
| But I just came home, and ain' t leaving alone | |
| Give a one chance, im a have the t sown | |
| I' m a hard worker, i don' t need no handout | |
| I opportunity and im a expand out | |
| It' s militainment, military entertainment | |
| Brand new hot t nobody with | |
| So invest your cheese, and pay this thug | |
| We belong on uncut, not midnight love | |
| So just make sure our contract ain' t slim | |
| And then I' m ready , yo where do | |
| I sign Chorus | |
| Verse2 My pain ain' t for eyes, stress rhymes | |
| Exchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best times | |
| To the CEO, im basically saying | |
| My life switching, digging out | |
| Spitting for z the same route | |
| Ladies too, | |
| I went the game route | |
| Respect what we came for, press support | |
| I guarantee we x these z name out | |
| All I ask is my own ar' s | |
| Marly marl, wise and shawn | |
| Truthfully we got our own staff | |
| The hands on experience, advance that executive paper | |
| Stay in the streets we set for greater things | |
| Whatever in the bank, bank on it | |
| Royalty time we thank each other | |
| Arrogant photo' s we tear it down | |
| Bang them on billboards to skane | |
| Streets imagine, business of rap | |
| You can sit and laugh | |
| Who done caked up, you flagrant as t mother | |
| Chorus Verse 3 | |
| Yo let me holla at you ceo, a. r and president | |
| Give me a minute, here me out ain' t no disrespect | |
| Let me speck my peace, we got a ill click of z | |
| Now we got producers with beats | |
| We already to put t down in the streets | |
| Been hustling to long, we need a new way to eat | |
| And I' m mad at your whole roster dog, must of them z is weak | |
| The rest of them are imposters dog, i know muse and maze will bring you plaque | |
| I' m a hustler the first day i finish my pack | |
| Hit us with consignment and we' ll bring it right back | |
| We for real with this game, and we spit it like that | |
| And since you worried about spending, we got a album ready done | |
| So hold on z here we come | |
| Running through every burb, hood, every slum | |
| s don' t won' t none thugged out | |
| Chorus Verse 4 | |
| Do I look like the type who like to dance in club | |
| I like to stack cash, my son need to know this is his dad | |
| Mother may | |
| I take one step into the game | |
| The streets know my name | |
| The fame I had it before, when i approach my lifestyle, more potent than | |
| I write it real for the world, hate the industry rope | |
| I' m thugged out golden nugget with blood in a bucket | |
| We from the hood were these snakes, when you spit they try an d dub it | |
| I got a european attitude and ready for russia | |
| My hot flow, will leave canada dry, you ask me why | |
| Most rappers spitting you lie' s, just to make you buy | |
| Unitied states, im like a piece of the puzzle | |
| I got to hustle | |
| Like I' m a south american | |
| Sell you album' s in bundle' s | |
| So let me live it up, and let the streets follow my story | |
| And much respect to the artist who done, done it | |
| Before me so it' s my time to sell records and taking the glory |
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