F The BS 歌词
| 歌曲 | F The BS |
| 歌手 | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| 专辑 | Swass |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sir Mix-A-Lot | |
| Like it was before, as usual | |
| Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same | |
| Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with this | |
| I'm the man, all the homeboys wanna dis | |
| Crushin, killin, never beat stealin | |
| But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme dealin | |
| Death to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot | |
| You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock | |
| Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up | |
| But my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup | |
| Drop the games, cause they really ain't necessary | |
| You can be a water rated, boy you ain't legendary | |
| Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma chillin | |
| To your girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian | |
| I've done, get me mad I might try | |
| Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it | |
| Serious and callous could be deadly to competitors | |
| What am I sayin? (your gonna get yours) | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| Memories of bein' broke, keep me on the war path | |
| Hittin' like a wreckin' ball, Lord it's like a punk blast | |
| Swayed, raid in effect, my posse's with it | |
| Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it | |
| Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack | |
| I ain't playin' with you boy, you know I mean that | |
| Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate | |
| All niggaz take note, don't imitate | |
| Rippin' is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P | |
| Tryna get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T | |
| Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin' about | |
| Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's lights out | |
| Bring it to my level, boy you better start climbin ' | |
| When she's grindin', I'm hardcore rhymin' | |
| Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle | |
| When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles | |
| Walk into the party like a mob, wearin' jet black | |
| "Swass" skin in effect, sportin' coon hat | |
| Walk by sucker punk, look like eat crackers | |
| He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked backwards | |
| Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome | |
| Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home | |
| A big maulin, you know my beat is def | |
| You know who you are, F the BS | |
| Yeah boy, they rappin' five slang | |
| Cuttin', you know who it is | |
| Comin' back at ya, ain't gonna put your name on wax | |
| I really don't wanna make you famous sucker | |
| F the BS | |
| F the BS | |
| F the BS | |
| Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon | |
| Heavy snaps, never lookin' for a bargain | |
| Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin' like a movie clips | |
| Slow mo, pants low, jeans layin' off my hip | |
| Big shoes, laces loose, a rap warrior | |
| Real beat boy, leavin' crowds in euphoria | |
| Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a blast | |
| Movin' like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass | |
| Here's the beat and c'mon girlies get with it | |
| You like my tuning abilities, admit it | |
| It's the man with the westbound attitude | |
| Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of you | |
| Raise an eyebrow, try to figure out how | |
| Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW) | |
| Understand it's the undercover game plan | |
| Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN) | |
| Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoy | |
| Mix-A-Lot on the stage I'ma (ROUGH BOY) | |
| Yes so rough boy, creepin' up the backside | |
| Mix-A-Lot sign 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT) | |
| Raised, raised in LA | |
| Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereo | |
| I'm like a cannibal, got you like "Rambo" | |
| Don't like riff-raff kick you in the left calf | |
| I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy don't laugh | |
| I'm serious, my intention is to overthrow | |
| The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo | |
| It's like a bug always tickin' in my mind | |
| It's tellin' me "buddy, it's time" | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| Look here sucker, this is my program | |
| I'm about to throw down and take over the rap land | |
| You know what I'm sayin'? | |
| Somethin' different, somethin' new | |
| Ain't none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo | |
| You know I'm sayin', you know who I am | |
| Check me out | |
| F the BS, sucker | |
| Yeah, F the BS |
| zuo ci : Sir MixALot | |
| Like it was before, as usual | |
| Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same | |
| Body by Nautilus and you ain' t even with this | |
| I' m the man, all the homeboys wanna dis | |
| Crushin, killin, never beat stealin | |
| But I' m hell when it comes to rhyme dealin | |
| Death to competitors, long live MixALot | |
| You understand motherfucker I' ma hard rock | |
| Beat ' em up and pick ' em up and make ' em miss the stick up | |
| But my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup | |
| Drop the games, cause they really ain' t necessary | |
| You can be a water rated, boy you ain' t legendary | |
| Sue it far in the Caddy, I' ma chillin | |
| To your girlies I' ma hero, to you suckers I' ma villian | |
| I' ve done, get me mad I might try | |
| Can' t find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it | |
| Serious and callous could be deadly to competitors | |
| What am I sayin? your gonna get yours | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| Memories of bein' broke, keep me on the war path | |
| Hittin' like a wreckin' ball, Lord it' s like a punk blast | |
| Swayed, raid in effect, my posse' s with it | |
| Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn' t get it | |
| Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack | |
| I ain' t playin' with you boy, you know I mean that | |
| Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate | |
| All niggaz take note, don' t imitate | |
| Rippin' is the cut, freaks scurry for my TIP | |
| Tryna get an autograph from MIXALOT | |
| Down for the title match and you know what I' m talkin' about | |
| Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker' s lights out | |
| Bring it to my level, boy you better start climbin ' | |
| When she' s grindin', I' m hardcore rhymin' | |
| Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle | |
| When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles | |
| Walk into the party like a mob, wearin' jet black | |
| " Swass" skin in effect, sportin' coon hat | |
| Walk by sucker punk, look like eat crackers | |
| He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked backwards | |
| Catch ' em on the corner stone and hit ' em with the gat chrome | |
| Let ' em know my posse' s gettin bigger, when were back home | |
| A big maulin, you know my beat is def | |
| You know who you are, F the BS | |
| Yeah boy, they rappin' five slang | |
| Cuttin', you know who it is | |
| Comin' back at ya, ain' t gonna put your name on wax | |
| I really don' t wanna make you famous sucker | |
| F the BS | |
| F the BS | |
| F the BS | |
| Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon | |
| Heavy snaps, never lookin' for a bargain | |
| Tumble when the pressure' s on, walkin' like a movie clips | |
| Slow mo, pants low, jeans layin' off my hip | |
| Big shoes, laces loose, a rap warrior | |
| Real beat boy, leavin' crowds in euphoria | |
| Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a blast | |
| Movin' like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass | |
| Here' s the beat and c' mon girlies get with it | |
| You like my tuning abilities, admit it | |
| It' s the man with the westbound attitude | |
| Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain' t afraid of you | |
| Raise an eyebrow, try to figure out how | |
| MixALot made the drums go POW POW | |
| Understand it' s the undercover game plan | |
| MixALot soon to be your TOP MAN | |
| Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoy | |
| MixALot on the stage I' ma ROUGH BOY | |
| Yes so rough boy, creepin' up the backside | |
| MixALot sign ' em up for the BIG FIGHT | |
| Raised, raised in LA | |
| Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereo | |
| I' m like a cannibal, got you like " Rambo" | |
| Don' t like riffraff kick you in the left calf | |
| I ain' t a joke and no coke, buddy don' t laugh | |
| I' m serious, my intention is to overthrow | |
| The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo | |
| It' s like a bug always tickin' in my mind | |
| It' s tellin' me " buddy, it' s time" | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| Look here sucker, this is my program | |
| I' m about to throw down and take over the rap land | |
| You know what I' m sayin'? | |
| Somethin' different, somethin' new | |
| Ain' t none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo | |
| You know I' m sayin', you know who I am | |
| Check me out | |
| F the BS, sucker | |
| Yeah, F the BS |
| zuò cí : Sir MixALot | |
| Like it was before, as usual | |
| Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same | |
| Body by Nautilus and you ain' t even with this | |
| I' m the man, all the homeboys wanna dis | |
| Crushin, killin, never beat stealin | |
| But I' m hell when it comes to rhyme dealin | |
| Death to competitors, long live MixALot | |
| You understand motherfucker I' ma hard rock | |
| Beat ' em up and pick ' em up and make ' em miss the stick up | |
| But my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup | |
| Drop the games, cause they really ain' t necessary | |
| You can be a water rated, boy you ain' t legendary | |
| Sue it far in the Caddy, I' ma chillin | |
| To your girlies I' ma hero, to you suckers I' ma villian | |
| I' ve done, get me mad I might try | |
| Can' t find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it | |
| Serious and callous could be deadly to competitors | |
| What am I sayin? your gonna get yours | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| Memories of bein' broke, keep me on the war path | |
| Hittin' like a wreckin' ball, Lord it' s like a punk blast | |
| Swayed, raid in effect, my posse' s with it | |
| Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn' t get it | |
| Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack | |
| I ain' t playin' with you boy, you know I mean that | |
| Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate | |
| All niggaz take note, don' t imitate | |
| Rippin' is the cut, freaks scurry for my TIP | |
| Tryna get an autograph from MIXALOT | |
| Down for the title match and you know what I' m talkin' about | |
| Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker' s lights out | |
| Bring it to my level, boy you better start climbin ' | |
| When she' s grindin', I' m hardcore rhymin' | |
| Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle | |
| When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles | |
| Walk into the party like a mob, wearin' jet black | |
| " Swass" skin in effect, sportin' coon hat | |
| Walk by sucker punk, look like eat crackers | |
| He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked backwards | |
| Catch ' em on the corner stone and hit ' em with the gat chrome | |
| Let ' em know my posse' s gettin bigger, when were back home | |
| A big maulin, you know my beat is def | |
| You know who you are, F the BS | |
| Yeah boy, they rappin' five slang | |
| Cuttin', you know who it is | |
| Comin' back at ya, ain' t gonna put your name on wax | |
| I really don' t wanna make you famous sucker | |
| F the BS | |
| F the BS | |
| F the BS | |
| Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon | |
| Heavy snaps, never lookin' for a bargain | |
| Tumble when the pressure' s on, walkin' like a movie clips | |
| Slow mo, pants low, jeans layin' off my hip | |
| Big shoes, laces loose, a rap warrior | |
| Real beat boy, leavin' crowds in euphoria | |
| Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a blast | |
| Movin' like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass | |
| Here' s the beat and c' mon girlies get with it | |
| You like my tuning abilities, admit it | |
| It' s the man with the westbound attitude | |
| Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain' t afraid of you | |
| Raise an eyebrow, try to figure out how | |
| MixALot made the drums go POW POW | |
| Understand it' s the undercover game plan | |
| MixALot soon to be your TOP MAN | |
| Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoy | |
| MixALot on the stage I' ma ROUGH BOY | |
| Yes so rough boy, creepin' up the backside | |
| MixALot sign ' em up for the BIG FIGHT | |
| Raised, raised in LA | |
| Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereo | |
| I' m like a cannibal, got you like " Rambo" | |
| Don' t like riffraff kick you in the left calf | |
| I ain' t a joke and no coke, buddy don' t laugh | |
| I' m serious, my intention is to overthrow | |
| The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo | |
| It' s like a bug always tickin' in my mind | |
| It' s tellin' me " buddy, it' s time" | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| F the BS .. | |
| Look here sucker, this is my program | |
| I' m about to throw down and take over the rap land | |
| You know what I' m sayin'? | |
| Somethin' different, somethin' new | |
| Ain' t none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo | |
| You know I' m sayin', you know who I am | |
| Check me out | |
| F the BS, sucker | |
| Yeah, F the BS |
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