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作词 : Garner, Moore, Rolison |
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-----on da phone----- |
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Yeah ? Aight, *******! [???] just came on the block and try to smash on all the homies,*******. |
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Who, who, *******, what happened? |
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Ey, *******, get your *******t! |
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What happened, dog? |
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Get your *******t! |
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What? Just meet me on the block. |
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I'm on my way! |
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Chorus: I don't know about you, but all |
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I wanna do is get my bang on |
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Stay strapped wit my sack |
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While *******s watch my back |
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Well, *******, get your bang on (Verse 1 -Squeak Ru ) |
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Mack, I hear some *******s got a problem wit the [woosh ?] |
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I see the *******s got they straps and they ready in the hood |
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So I'm loadin up my weapons, steppin |
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Callin up the crew cuz ass whoopin we ain't acceptin |
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And I ain't lettin *******t go |
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*******s got to back up, bow down or get wet up wit ammo |
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Mutha******s got to pay or [?????] in the night cuz |
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I don't play (Verse 2 -Mack 10) |
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At night I can't sleep, |
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I'm tossin and turnin |
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So I stay full of 'yak and smoke sermon |
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Got a [???] to my name and though the hood's gettin bigger |
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I'm paranoid and sleepin wit my finger on the trigger |
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And now my *******es stressin that |
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I'm livin [brome ?] |
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Cuz I'm fresh out the pen and get my serve on |
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It's all about murder where me and |
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Squeak from |
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So ******* the enemies and we dumpin when we see some, so |
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Chorus It's the life of a |
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G I got to live (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru) |
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Them rocks movin slow on the block |
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*******, One |
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Time hot and we just lost the ****** spot |
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Got me curb servin under pressure |
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I'm so paranoid at night |
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I keep my glock [and my dress on ?] (Verse 4 -Mack 10) |
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All these 187s got my mind undisstressed |
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And even claimin |
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Dub S, you need a bullet-proof vest |
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You know the gang, *******, when you dog and you loccin |
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Kill the first thang movin [and ?] just the first thang smokin (Verse 5 -Squeak Ru) |
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All I wanna hear is buckshots and guts out |
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*******s gaspin for they breath is the type of *******t |
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I'm talkin 'bout |
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You *******s cruisin 'fore |
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I bruisin |
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Ey, Mack, get your ammo, ****** the tool that you're usin (Verse 6 -Mack 10) |
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Peel ya dome to the back, dog |
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Cuz when it comes to the wood, they better know how to act, dog |
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Connect Gang, punk , yell the hood out and bustin |
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*******, ******* every clique that ain't down wit us, ******* em (Verse 7 -Squeak Ru) |
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******* em and feed em dish |
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*******s get dismissed |
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Connect Gang [faint ?] at the top of the list (Verse 8 -Mack 10) |
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You wit colored bandanas and clips like bananas |
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Homicides when we ride, so the world wanna ban us, ******* |
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Chorus |