歌曲 | Hip Hop Soldier |
歌手 | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
专辑 | Swass |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sir Mix-A-Lot | |
I'm a hip hop soldier ... | |
I'm a hip hop soldier | |
All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens | |
Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin' | |
Under educated, your style is dated | |
You talk behind my back and your rope's gold-plated | |
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef will never end | |
I'll tear your midsection, 'til your body start to bend | |
Like a pistol, I'm a smokin' | |
I'm crushin', not jokin' | |
Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I'm never chokin' | |
I blow away suckers with the flicker of my index | |
Not brass monkey, it's a natural reflex | |
Go getter tactics, makin' suckers holla | |
A vicious motherf**ker with a rope around my collar | |
I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker's ass | |
I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast | |
Down at Arnold's on the Ave, I fight 'til the death | |
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your damn neck | |
I got the cold beats rippin', your needle's not skippin' | |
So many damn weapons that the military's trippin' | |
People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood | |
But you rock heads wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I'm a hip hop soldier | |
Now let's get one thing straight, my weapons are great | |
You 22 automatic suckers are late | |
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson | |
I'm about to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson | |
I'm the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction | |
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt instructions | |
Page 1 says open, page 2 says feel | |
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill | |
A mini 14, full combat dress | |
A thirty round clip, and I ain't takin' no mess | |
Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser | |
My M16 has a flasher presser | |
My Sterling mark six , it's funny but it hits | |
It looks sideways but the sucker will kick | |
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good | |
Some of you wannabes wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier | |
I'm a hip hop soldier | |
Now I'm about to get go, so I better clean up | |
I'm not avigatin' crime, but you gotta get tough | |
I don't believe in gun control, the theory is proven | |
Give a criminal a gun, and your public is losin' | |
For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs ain't black | |
No protection in your section, now it's time to act | |
A 22 won't due, you need rapid fire | |
I'm a ammo gum gun buyer | |
Big battle rifles, can make a suckers day | |
You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown away | |
Wearin' 5 gold rings, never intimidated | |
In Seattle they are jealous, cause a brother has made it | |
But they don't mess with me, cause they might get Iked | |
I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get knifed | |
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe good | |
Don't you roody-poos wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I'm a hip hop soldier ... | |
I'm a hip hop soldier ... | |
I'm runnin' hollow point bullets, in my 38 | |
So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in your place | |
Cause I'm not a game player, I'm just a rhyme sayer | |
My vigilante group includes my mayor | |
I pack two uzis cause they stop all crime | |
You might get yours, but don't let me get mine | |
I never beat woman, romance is better | |
If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as well let her | |
West coast rappers we all bust hard | |
When we chillin' on the set, we never need a bodyguard | |
People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood | |
Some of you wannabes wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I'm a hip hop soldier ... | |
I'm a hip hop soldier |
zuo ci : Sir MixALot | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier | |
All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens | |
Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin' | |
Under educated, your style is dated | |
You talk behind my back and your rope' s goldplated | |
But I' m back to take revenge, my beef will never end | |
I' ll tear your midsection, ' til your body start to bend | |
Like a pistol, I' m a smokin' | |
I' m crushin', not jokin' | |
Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I' m never chokin' | |
I blow away suckers with the flicker of my index | |
Not brass monkey, it' s a natural reflex | |
Go getter tactics, makin' suckers holla | |
A vicious motherf ker with a rope around my collar | |
I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker' s ass | |
I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast | |
Down at Arnold' s on the Ave, I fight ' til the death | |
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your damn neck | |
I got the cold beats rippin', your needle' s not skippin' | |
So many damn weapons that the military' s trippin' | |
People in Seattle hate me, cause I' m not like a hood | |
But you rock heads wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier | |
Now let' s get one thing straight, my weapons are great | |
You 22 automatic suckers are late | |
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson | |
I' m about to give you roodypoos a cold gun lesson | |
I' m the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction | |
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt instructions | |
Page 1 says open, page 2 says feel | |
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill | |
A mini 14, full combat dress | |
A thirty round clip, and I ain' t takin' no mess | |
Cause I' m a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser | |
My M16 has a flasher presser | |
My Sterling mark six , it' s funny but it hits | |
It looks sideways but the sucker will kick | |
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good | |
Some of you wannabes wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier | |
I' m a hip hop soldier | |
Now I' m about to get go, so I better clean up | |
I' m not avigatin' crime, but you gotta get tough | |
I don' t believe in gun control, the theory is proven | |
Give a criminal a gun, and your public is losin' | |
For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs ain' t black | |
No protection in your section, now it' s time to act | |
A 22 won' t due, you need rapid fire | |
I' m a ammo gum gun buyer | |
Big battle rifles, can make a suckers day | |
You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown away | |
Wearin' 5 gold rings, never intimidated | |
In Seattle they are jealous, cause a brother has made it | |
But they don' t mess with me, cause they might get Iked | |
I' m not a gay rapper, I don' t like to get knifed | |
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe good | |
Don' t you roodypoos wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m runnin' hollow point bullets, in my 38 | |
So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in your place | |
Cause I' m not a game player, I' m just a rhyme sayer | |
My vigilante group includes my mayor | |
I pack two uzis cause they stop all crime | |
You might get yours, but don' t let me get mine | |
I never beat woman, romance is better | |
If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as well let her | |
West coast rappers we all bust hard | |
When we chillin' on the set, we never need a bodyguard | |
People in Seattle hate me, cause I' m not like a hood | |
Some of you wannabes wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier |
zuò cí : Sir MixALot | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier | |
All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens | |
Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin' | |
Under educated, your style is dated | |
You talk behind my back and your rope' s goldplated | |
But I' m back to take revenge, my beef will never end | |
I' ll tear your midsection, ' til your body start to bend | |
Like a pistol, I' m a smokin' | |
I' m crushin', not jokin' | |
Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I' m never chokin' | |
I blow away suckers with the flicker of my index | |
Not brass monkey, it' s a natural reflex | |
Go getter tactics, makin' suckers holla | |
A vicious motherf ker with a rope around my collar | |
I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker' s ass | |
I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast | |
Down at Arnold' s on the Ave, I fight ' til the death | |
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your damn neck | |
I got the cold beats rippin', your needle' s not skippin' | |
So many damn weapons that the military' s trippin' | |
People in Seattle hate me, cause I' m not like a hood | |
But you rock heads wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier | |
Now let' s get one thing straight, my weapons are great | |
You 22 automatic suckers are late | |
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson | |
I' m about to give you roodypoos a cold gun lesson | |
I' m the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction | |
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt instructions | |
Page 1 says open, page 2 says feel | |
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill | |
A mini 14, full combat dress | |
A thirty round clip, and I ain' t takin' no mess | |
Cause I' m a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser | |
My M16 has a flasher presser | |
My Sterling mark six , it' s funny but it hits | |
It looks sideways but the sucker will kick | |
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good | |
Some of you wannabes wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier | |
I' m a hip hop soldier | |
Now I' m about to get go, so I better clean up | |
I' m not avigatin' crime, but you gotta get tough | |
I don' t believe in gun control, the theory is proven | |
Give a criminal a gun, and your public is losin' | |
For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs ain' t black | |
No protection in your section, now it' s time to act | |
A 22 won' t due, you need rapid fire | |
I' m a ammo gum gun buyer | |
Big battle rifles, can make a suckers day | |
You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown away | |
Wearin' 5 gold rings, never intimidated | |
In Seattle they are jealous, cause a brother has made it | |
But they don' t mess with me, cause they might get Iked | |
I' m not a gay rapper, I don' t like to get knifed | |
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe good | |
Don' t you roodypoos wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m runnin' hollow point bullets, in my 38 | |
So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in your place | |
Cause I' m not a game player, I' m just a rhyme sayer | |
My vigilante group includes my mayor | |
I pack two uzis cause they stop all crime | |
You might get yours, but don' t let me get mine | |
I never beat woman, romance is better | |
If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as well let her | |
West coast rappers we all bust hard | |
When we chillin' on the set, we never need a bodyguard | |
People in Seattle hate me, cause I' m not like a hood | |
Some of you wannabes wish that you could | |
Be a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier ... | |
I' m a hip hop soldier |