歌曲 | Banned From Another Club |
歌手 | Noreaga |
专辑 | God's Favorite |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Almonte, Burke, Joseph ... | |
Thugged Out Militia- 2001 | |
[Sho] | |
Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what | |
Give life the dick hard she a slut | |
That will make her feel it in her gut | |
Then I move to my career | |
So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected | |
Like Muggsy's shot and Marcus Camby rejection | |
Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section | |
I know you clown niggaz must be kidding | |
This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision | |
This rap shit turn five to sixth sense's | |
I know your profile, I'm like a hood human census | |
Major factor, nigga not a major actor | |
Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches | |
Who else but the sho god | |
Open up the book, shit will never be closed | |
Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code | |
But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream where | |
Ever we go y'all niggaz know | |
[Chorus 1: Final Chapter] | |
From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back | |
It's a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us | |
It's a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
Don't want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats | |
It's a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
Everywhere we go we get tested at a show | |
We let everybody know | |
I'm let everyone know we shut it down (It's a wrap) | |
[Chorus 2: Final Chapter] | |
Banned from another club again... again | |
But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) | |
Banned from another club again... again | |
But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) | |
[Noreaga] | |
Yo, papi and I'm banned from the Roxy | |
Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky | |
I hold records N.O most connected | |
My died arm strong, your pass intercepted | |
Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong | |
We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don | |
You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on | |
and I'm a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms | |
You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul | |
Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild | |
and I would hate to have to, break your face bone | |
For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones | |
Hit niggaz up, machete's will split niggaz up | |
Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up | |
Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O | |
and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go | |
[Chorus 1] | |
[Al Gado] | |
I'm the wrong person to love, easy to judge | |
and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a grudge | |
Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz | |
The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match | |
Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame | |
Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain | |
an still flow lovely | |
Get on stage and get gully | |
I'm never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. | |
(Hate me or love me) that's your altermatum | |
The devil price my soul, I still ain't pay him | |
But usually they love me, walk in the club | |
an make the crown look like they playing rugby | |
Ripe show's on a fradulent stage | |
No matter what y'all say, we living all of our days | |
spit fire, no matter what the margin pays | |
Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in their starving days | |
show us love | |
[Chorus 1] | |
[Chorus 2] |
zuo ci : Almonte, Burke, Joseph ... | |
Thugged Out Militia 2001 | |
Sho | |
Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what | |
Give life the dick hard she a slut | |
That will make her feel it in her gut | |
Then I move to my career | |
So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected | |
Like Muggsy' s shot and Marcus Camby rejection | |
Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section | |
I know you clown niggaz must be kidding | |
This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision | |
This rap shit turn five to sixth sense' s | |
I know your profile, I' m like a hood human census | |
Major factor, nigga not a major actor | |
Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches | |
Who else but the sho god | |
Open up the book, shit will never be closed | |
Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code | |
But Al G. A. D. O and S. H. O we the mainstream where | |
Ever we go y' all niggaz know | |
Chorus 1: Final Chapter | |
From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back | |
It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us | |
It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
Don' t want no problems, but if y' all want to clap, we got gats | |
It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
Everywhere we go we get tested at a show | |
We let everybody know | |
I' m let everyone know we shut it down It' s a wrap | |
Chorus 2: Final Chapter | |
Banned from another club again... again | |
But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
Banned from another club again... again | |
But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
Noreaga | |
Yo, papi and I' m banned from the Roxy | |
Mad shootout' s and more fights than Rocky | |
I hold records N. O most connected | |
My died arm strong, your pass intercepted | |
Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong | |
We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don | |
You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on | |
and I' m a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms | |
You see I' m banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul | |
Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild | |
and I would hate to have to, break your face bone | |
For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones | |
Hit niggaz up, machete' s will split niggaz up | |
Automatic' s will blast, fifth niggaz up | |
Al Gado, and Sho and this NO | |
and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go | |
Chorus 1 | |
Al Gado | |
I' m the wrong person to love, easy to judge | |
and I ain' t perfect, I' ll tell you now I hold a grudge | |
Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz | |
The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match | |
Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame | |
Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain | |
an still flow lovely | |
Get on stage and get gully | |
I' m never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. | |
Hate me or love me that' s your altermatum | |
The devil price my soul, I still ain' t pay him | |
But usually they love me, walk in the club | |
an make the crown look like they playing rugby | |
Ripe show' s on a fradulent stage | |
No matter what y' all say, we living all of our days | |
spit fire, no matter what the margin pays | |
Y' all witnessing Final Chapter in their starving days | |
show us love | |
Chorus 1 | |
Chorus 2 |
zuò cí : Almonte, Burke, Joseph ... | |
Thugged Out Militia 2001 | |
Sho | |
Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what | |
Give life the dick hard she a slut | |
That will make her feel it in her gut | |
Then I move to my career | |
So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected | |
Like Muggsy' s shot and Marcus Camby rejection | |
Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section | |
I know you clown niggaz must be kidding | |
This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision | |
This rap shit turn five to sixth sense' s | |
I know your profile, I' m like a hood human census | |
Major factor, nigga not a major actor | |
Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches | |
Who else but the sho god | |
Open up the book, shit will never be closed | |
Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code | |
But Al G. A. D. O and S. H. O we the mainstream where | |
Ever we go y' all niggaz know | |
Chorus 1: Final Chapter | |
From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back | |
It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us | |
It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
Don' t want no problems, but if y' all want to clap, we got gats | |
It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
Everywhere we go we get tested at a show | |
We let everybody know | |
I' m let everyone know we shut it down It' s a wrap | |
Chorus 2: Final Chapter | |
Banned from another club again... again | |
But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
Banned from another club again... again | |
But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
Noreaga | |
Yo, papi and I' m banned from the Roxy | |
Mad shootout' s and more fights than Rocky | |
I hold records N. O most connected | |
My died arm strong, your pass intercepted | |
Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong | |
We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don | |
You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on | |
and I' m a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms | |
You see I' m banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul | |
Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild | |
and I would hate to have to, break your face bone | |
For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones | |
Hit niggaz up, machete' s will split niggaz up | |
Automatic' s will blast, fifth niggaz up | |
Al Gado, and Sho and this NO | |
and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go | |
Chorus 1 | |
Al Gado | |
I' m the wrong person to love, easy to judge | |
and I ain' t perfect, I' ll tell you now I hold a grudge | |
Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz | |
The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match | |
Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame | |
Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain | |
an still flow lovely | |
Get on stage and get gully | |
I' m never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. | |
Hate me or love me that' s your altermatum | |
The devil price my soul, I still ain' t pay him | |
But usually they love me, walk in the club | |
an make the crown look like they playing rugby | |
Ripe show' s on a fradulent stage | |
No matter what y' all say, we living all of our days | |
spit fire, no matter what the margin pays | |
Y' all witnessing Final Chapter in their starving days | |
show us love | |
Chorus 1 | |
Chorus 2 |