歌曲 | Duck Sick |
歌手 | Compton's Most Wanted |
专辑 | It's a Compton Thang |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
(Intro: sample from Audio Two's Top Billin'): | |
(You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
(What's up, punk?) | |
(You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
(Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin') | |
(You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
(Got beef? What a pity) | |
(You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
(Verse 1: MC Eiht ) | |
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter | |
Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a- | |
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict | |
How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shit | |
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero | |
Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero | |
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha | |
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture | |
Hmmm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing | |
Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing | |
Only then will my reaction show | |
How I chill and let my tempo flow | |
Too sorry is the name for your rap | |
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped | |
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick | |
Oh yes, p.s., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
You can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
(Verse 2: Tha Chill ) | |
I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax? | |
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks | |
You did a show, and I heard it was wack | |
You tossed our records, think I tossed right back | |
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper | |
In better words, you go down like King Cooper | |
So stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handle | |
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle | |
Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've | |
Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster | |
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean? | |
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream | |
So period, end of story, don't even bore | |
Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory | |
So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit | |
(Chill) Word, and you can get the duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yo, you can get my - duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yeah - get the duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Get the duck sick {Word up} | |
You can get the duck sick | |
(Verse 3: MC Eiht ) | |
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddin' | |
Sayin E can't hang, you're bullshittin' | |
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner | |
If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner | |
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin' | |
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin' | |
You come across like a two-bit sucker | |
Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka | |
Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect | |
I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck | |
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss | |
A victim of a violent crime on the list | |
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils | |
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples | |
Conflict you pick, you're sick | |
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yeah, you can get the E's duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
School 'em | |
(Verse 4: Tha Chill ) | |
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper? | |
You sorry jack-ass (You punk whipper snapper) | |
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin' | |
On Eiht and Chill (Geah, ain't no sleepin') | |
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS | |
Hip-Hop, C.M.W. gets paid | |
Always down to dunk the funk | |
Or clownin' down a weak-ass punk | |
The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit | |
Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit | |
And Tha Chill's on hit, legit | |
With the E I don't quit | |
I grab a chair and a whip | |
Like a lion, suckers I'm tamin' | |
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin' | |
So watch me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip | |
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
What you say, E? | |
Get the duck sick | |
Get the duck sick | |
Yo, who want the duck sick now? | |
My man Unknown want the duck sick, E | |
My man DJ Slip want the duck sick | |
Word 'em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick | |
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick | |
You guys are sick |
zuo ci : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
Intro: sample from Audio Two' s Top Billin': | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
What' s up, punk? | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
Pretty soon it' s a homie you' re grievin' | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
Got beef? What a pity | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
Verse 1: MC Eiht | |
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter | |
Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a | |
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict | |
How you diss C. M. W, boy, you ain' t said shit | |
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don' t be a hero | |
Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero | |
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha | |
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture | |
Hmmm, it' s kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing | |
Take you serious? I think about it while I' m blazing | |
Only then will my reaction show | |
How I chill and let my tempo flow | |
Too sorry is the name for your rap | |
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped | |
Eiht ain' t no punk, so learn it quick | |
Oh yes, p. s., C. M. W., and you can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
You can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Verse 2: Tha Chill | |
I don' t believe it, how the hell' d you get on wax? | |
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks | |
You did a show, and I heard it was wack | |
You tossed our records, think I tossed right back | |
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper | |
In better words, you go down like King Cooper | |
So stop your little dissing, saying that I can' t handle | |
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle | |
Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must' ve | |
Heard the word, new jack, I' m not a buster | |
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean? | |
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream | |
So period, end of story, don' t even bore | |
Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory | |
So that' s it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit | |
Chill Word, and you can get the duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yo, you can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yeah get the duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Get the duck sick Word up | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Verse 3: MC Eiht | |
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you' re kiddin' | |
Sayin E can' t hang, you' re bullshittin' | |
I' m not a rookie, meaning a beginner | |
If fakin' was a sin, you' d be a sinner | |
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin' | |
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin' | |
You come across like a twobit sucker | |
Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka | |
Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect | |
I heard you did a show on your Mom' s tape deck | |
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss | |
A victim of a violent crime on the list | |
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils | |
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples | |
Conflict you pick, you' re sick | |
You can' t fade us, but yo, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yeah, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
School ' em | |
Verse 4: Tha Chill | |
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper? | |
You sorry jackass You punk whipper snapper | |
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin' | |
On Eiht and Chill Geah, ain' t no sleepin' | |
Quiet as it' s kept, the news' ll spread like AIDS | |
HipHop, C. M. W. gets paid | |
Always down to dunk the funk | |
Or clownin' down a weakass punk | |
The beef you got, to Chill, don' t mean shit | |
Just a test I have to pass to show I' m on hit | |
And Tha Chill' s on hit, legit | |
With the E I don' t quit | |
I grab a chair and a whip | |
Like a lion, suckers I' m tamin' | |
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I' m gamin' | |
So watch me rip, ' cause you suckers is on a ego tip | |
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill' s duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
What you say, E? | |
Get the duck sick | |
Get the duck sick | |
Yo, who want the duck sick now? | |
My man Unknown want the duck sick, E | |
My man DJ Slip want the duck sick | |
Word ' em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick | |
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick | |
You guys are sick |
zuò cí : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
Intro: sample from Audio Two' s Top Billin': | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
What' s up, punk? | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
Pretty soon it' s a homie you' re grievin' | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
Got beef? What a pity | |
You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
Verse 1: MC Eiht | |
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter | |
Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a | |
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict | |
How you diss C. M. W, boy, you ain' t said shit | |
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don' t be a hero | |
Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero | |
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha | |
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture | |
Hmmm, it' s kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing | |
Take you serious? I think about it while I' m blazing | |
Only then will my reaction show | |
How I chill and let my tempo flow | |
Too sorry is the name for your rap | |
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped | |
Eiht ain' t no punk, so learn it quick | |
Oh yes, p. s., C. M. W., and you can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
You can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Verse 2: Tha Chill | |
I don' t believe it, how the hell' d you get on wax? | |
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks | |
You did a show, and I heard it was wack | |
You tossed our records, think I tossed right back | |
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper | |
In better words, you go down like King Cooper | |
So stop your little dissing, saying that I can' t handle | |
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle | |
Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must' ve | |
Heard the word, new jack, I' m not a buster | |
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean? | |
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream | |
So period, end of story, don' t even bore | |
Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory | |
So that' s it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit | |
Chill Word, and you can get the duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yo, you can get my duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yeah get the duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Get the duck sick Word up | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Verse 3: MC Eiht | |
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you' re kiddin' | |
Sayin E can' t hang, you' re bullshittin' | |
I' m not a rookie, meaning a beginner | |
If fakin' was a sin, you' d be a sinner | |
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin' | |
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin' | |
You come across like a twobit sucker | |
Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka | |
Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect | |
I heard you did a show on your Mom' s tape deck | |
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss | |
A victim of a violent crime on the list | |
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils | |
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples | |
Conflict you pick, you' re sick | |
You can' t fade us, but yo, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
Yeah, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
School ' em | |
Verse 4: Tha Chill | |
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper? | |
You sorry jackass You punk whipper snapper | |
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin' | |
On Eiht and Chill Geah, ain' t no sleepin' | |
Quiet as it' s kept, the news' ll spread like AIDS | |
HipHop, C. M. W. gets paid | |
Always down to dunk the funk | |
Or clownin' down a weakass punk | |
The beef you got, to Chill, don' t mean shit | |
Just a test I have to pass to show I' m on hit | |
And Tha Chill' s on hit, legit | |
With the E I don' t quit | |
I grab a chair and a whip | |
Like a lion, suckers I' m tamin' | |
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I' m gamin' | |
So watch me rip, ' cause you suckers is on a ego tip | |
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill' s duck sick | |
You can get the duck sick | |
What you say, E? | |
Get the duck sick | |
Get the duck sick | |
Yo, who want the duck sick now? | |
My man Unknown want the duck sick, E | |
My man DJ Slip want the duck sick | |
Word ' em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick | |
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick | |
You guys are sick |