歌曲 | Everybody Knows Now |
歌手 | Boot Camp Clik |
专辑 | The Last Stand |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Blake, Bush, Matlock, Powell ... | |
(Hook-Buckshot) | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up | |
(Verse 1-Louieville Sluggah) | |
Look, fake smiles, fake hugs, fake love | |
Yup, all this fake shit just make a nigga thug | |
They think a nigga bug, I'm on some kind of drug | |
But, middle finger in the air, I don't give a fuck | |
Everything peachy when you got that cash flow | |
But when it's all gone, you the world's biggest ass | |
Told him, you ain't doin' enough, steady chasin' cash | |
But if you let them tell it, you was on your ass | |
That's just not me, I'm a fly, slim nigga | |
Fuck with mines and I'ma move a few triggers | |
Me and a few niggaz, stacked a few million | |
Buy a few buildings, open a few stores | |
Catch a few fights like cock suckers | |
Where you at? 'Cause it's on tonight | |
Do it like it was never done before, you came to me | |
I'm guaranteed, you gon' remember the name, Henny! | |
(Hook-Buckshot) | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up | |
(Verse 2-Tek) | |
I never thought in my wildest dreams | |
That I would be a gangsta with get money schemes | |
Who knew snitches be involved | |
Along with some stolen cars and some battle scars | |
Gang bangin' hard body without the signs | |
And there's no profit seen without the grind | |
Had to shape up and ship out, give samples, get clout | |
Take a loss here and there, yeah, no doubt | |
But it wouldn't be the streets without a hustle | |
And I wouldn't be your man without a struggle | |
So while you re-in, if you ain't seein' double | |
Just wastin' your time, livin' life on a chumble | |
(Verse 3-Steele) | |
Son, I might need a muzzle, I'm a beast in this concrete jungle | |
When I speak, got the streets in a huddle | |
Real subtle, if the beef is amongst you | |
Keep the grief when I come through, put your peeps in a puddle | |
Yeah chief, I be humble but I rumble | |
Like a water con, get your arms, get involved, get in bomb | |
Get a track, get a song, get a block, get a bomb | |
Get a spot, get a squad, get your gat, get it on | |
(Hook-Buckshot) | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up | |
(Bridge-Buckshot) | |
Listen, I'm not slackin', by my nuts saggin' | |
Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage | |
You back stabbers get at this | |
Y'all niggaz ain't real, you actors | |
I'm not slackin', by my nuts saggin' | |
Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage | |
You back stabbers get at this | |
Y'all niggaz ain't real, you actors, ha, ha | |
(Verse 4-Rock) | |
Hey yo, I'm from the beast of the east, where we speak to you with heat | |
Beat your feet, fuck outta here tryin' to preach the Jesus | |
I do dirt, muscle the hustlers, bang out smokers | |
Munchers or mufflers, so what if you suckers don't fuck with us | |
Good, don't fuck with us, and while you at it, don't fuck with us | |
I got nothin' but slugs for your fucker love | |
Where was the love a couple of years ago? | |
Oh, now I'm back in your stereo, and here you go | |
You big schlong saddling straddling, switch side and dick ridin' and scramblin' | |
Lookin' for the next Sasha to slam in your maggot ass, male groupie actin' | |
Hoochie fanatic, Stan look-alike, bandwagon jumpin' bitch bastards | |
You are lookin' at one of the realist gorillas | |
Y'all some chinchillas, you soft niggaz | |
If I wanted your support, I would just take it | |
But we NFL, No-Fake-Love, keep the fake shit | |
(Hook-Buckshot) | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up |
zuo ci : Blake, Bush, Matlock, Powell ... | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Verse 1Louieville Sluggah | |
Look, fake smiles, fake hugs, fake love | |
Yup, all this fake shit just make a nigga thug | |
They think a nigga bug, I' m on some kind of drug | |
But, middle finger in the air, I don' t give a fuck | |
Everything peachy when you got that cash flow | |
But when it' s all gone, you the world' s biggest ass | |
Told him, you ain' t doin' enough, steady chasin' cash | |
But if you let them tell it, you was on your ass | |
That' s just not me, I' m a fly, slim nigga | |
Fuck with mines and I' ma move a few triggers | |
Me and a few niggaz, stacked a few million | |
Buy a few buildings, open a few stores | |
Catch a few fights like cock suckers | |
Where you at? ' Cause it' s on tonight | |
Do it like it was never done before, you came to me | |
I' m guaranteed, you gon' remember the name, Henny! | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Verse 2Tek | |
I never thought in my wildest dreams | |
That I would be a gangsta with get money schemes | |
Who knew snitches be involved | |
Along with some stolen cars and some battle scars | |
Gang bangin' hard body without the signs | |
And there' s no profit seen without the grind | |
Had to shape up and ship out, give samples, get clout | |
Take a loss here and there, yeah, no doubt | |
But it wouldn' t be the streets without a hustle | |
And I wouldn' t be your man without a struggle | |
So while you rein, if you ain' t seein' double | |
Just wastin' your time, livin' life on a chumble | |
Verse 3Steele | |
Son, I might need a muzzle, I' m a beast in this concrete jungle | |
When I speak, got the streets in a huddle | |
Real subtle, if the beef is amongst you | |
Keep the grief when I come through, put your peeps in a puddle | |
Yeah chief, I be humble but I rumble | |
Like a water con, get your arms, get involved, get in bomb | |
Get a track, get a song, get a block, get a bomb | |
Get a spot, get a squad, get your gat, get it on | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
BridgeBuckshot | |
Listen, I' m not slackin', by my nuts saggin' | |
Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage | |
You back stabbers get at this | |
Y' all niggaz ain' t real, you actors | |
I' m not slackin', by my nuts saggin' | |
Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage | |
You back stabbers get at this | |
Y' all niggaz ain' t real, you actors, ha, ha | |
Verse 4Rock | |
Hey yo, I' m from the beast of the east, where we speak to you with heat | |
Beat your feet, fuck outta here tryin' to preach the Jesus | |
I do dirt, muscle the hustlers, bang out smokers | |
Munchers or mufflers, so what if you suckers don' t fuck with us | |
Good, don' t fuck with us, and while you at it, don' t fuck with us | |
I got nothin' but slugs for your fucker love | |
Where was the love a couple of years ago? | |
Oh, now I' m back in your stereo, and here you go | |
You big schlong saddling straddling, switch side and dick ridin' and scramblin' | |
Lookin' for the next Sasha to slam in your maggot ass, male groupie actin' | |
Hoochie fanatic, Stan lookalike, bandwagon jumpin' bitch bastards | |
You are lookin' at one of the realist gorillas | |
Y' all some chinchillas, you soft niggaz | |
If I wanted your support, I would just take it | |
But we NFL, NoFakeLove, keep the fake shit | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up |
zuò cí : Blake, Bush, Matlock, Powell ... | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Verse 1Louieville Sluggah | |
Look, fake smiles, fake hugs, fake love | |
Yup, all this fake shit just make a nigga thug | |
They think a nigga bug, I' m on some kind of drug | |
But, middle finger in the air, I don' t give a fuck | |
Everything peachy when you got that cash flow | |
But when it' s all gone, you the world' s biggest ass | |
Told him, you ain' t doin' enough, steady chasin' cash | |
But if you let them tell it, you was on your ass | |
That' s just not me, I' m a fly, slim nigga | |
Fuck with mines and I' ma move a few triggers | |
Me and a few niggaz, stacked a few million | |
Buy a few buildings, open a few stores | |
Catch a few fights like cock suckers | |
Where you at? ' Cause it' s on tonight | |
Do it like it was never done before, you came to me | |
I' m guaranteed, you gon' remember the name, Henny! | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Verse 2Tek | |
I never thought in my wildest dreams | |
That I would be a gangsta with get money schemes | |
Who knew snitches be involved | |
Along with some stolen cars and some battle scars | |
Gang bangin' hard body without the signs | |
And there' s no profit seen without the grind | |
Had to shape up and ship out, give samples, get clout | |
Take a loss here and there, yeah, no doubt | |
But it wouldn' t be the streets without a hustle | |
And I wouldn' t be your man without a struggle | |
So while you rein, if you ain' t seein' double | |
Just wastin' your time, livin' life on a chumble | |
Verse 3Steele | |
Son, I might need a muzzle, I' m a beast in this concrete jungle | |
When I speak, got the streets in a huddle | |
Real subtle, if the beef is amongst you | |
Keep the grief when I come through, put your peeps in a puddle | |
Yeah chief, I be humble but I rumble | |
Like a water con, get your arms, get involved, get in bomb | |
Get a track, get a song, get a block, get a bomb | |
Get a spot, get a squad, get your gat, get it on | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
BridgeBuckshot | |
Listen, I' m not slackin', by my nuts saggin' | |
Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage | |
You back stabbers get at this | |
Y' all niggaz ain' t real, you actors | |
I' m not slackin', by my nuts saggin' | |
Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage | |
You back stabbers get at this | |
Y' all niggaz ain' t real, you actors, ha, ha | |
Verse 4Rock | |
Hey yo, I' m from the beast of the east, where we speak to you with heat | |
Beat your feet, fuck outta here tryin' to preach the Jesus | |
I do dirt, muscle the hustlers, bang out smokers | |
Munchers or mufflers, so what if you suckers don' t fuck with us | |
Good, don' t fuck with us, and while you at it, don' t fuck with us | |
I got nothin' but slugs for your fucker love | |
Where was the love a couple of years ago? | |
Oh, now I' m back in your stereo, and here you go | |
You big schlong saddling straddling, switch side and dick ridin' and scramblin' | |
Lookin' for the next Sasha to slam in your maggot ass, male groupie actin' | |
Hoochie fanatic, Stan lookalike, bandwagon jumpin' bitch bastards | |
You are lookin' at one of the realist gorillas | |
Y' all some chinchillas, you soft niggaz | |
If I wanted your support, I would just take it | |
But we NFL, NoFakeLove, keep the fake shit | |
HookBuckshot | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up | |
Everybody Know Now, how that go now | |
They never big you up when you goin' down | |
So, when I rise to the come up | |
Recognize and don' t run up or you might get hung up |