歌曲 | As the World Keeps Turning |
歌手 | Dr. Dre |
专辑 | Dr. Dre Presents...The Aftermath |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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[Intro/Chorus:] | |
[Repeat] | |
[Verse 1:Where] | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 2:Where] | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 3:Where] | |
[Chorus x 2] | |
[Outro:] | |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Flossy P, Taylor, Turner |
[00:09.48] | As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning |
[00:12.19] | (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined |
[00:20.76] | I flow like CD's in the deck |
[00:23.01] | Moosh fools in the face that lack respect |
[00:25.26] | Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk |
[00:27.43] | I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G |
[00:31.75] | So leave me alone I'm in the zone |
[00:33.96] | Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown |
[00:36.57] | Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone |
[00:38.39] | But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone |
[00:41.20] | Are you gone bust or play bones? |
[00:43.05] | You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own |
[00:46.22] | It's Miscellane and it's on again |
[00:48.99] | For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step |
[00:51.70] | And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut |
[01:05.30] | I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache |
[01:08.07] | Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong |
[01:13.69] | My world is gone like disco |
[01:15.81] | Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo |
[01:18.58] | Standin in back of me was my soul |
[01:21.17] | Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll |
[01:24.19] | Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold |
[01:27.25] | A tar can of hoes to lubricate my system quick |
[01:30.22] | Shaky bitches off the dick |
[01:31.67] | Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips |
[01:34.98] | I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools |
[01:37.89] | Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool |
[01:40.98] | I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM |
[01:43.90] | Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G |
[01:46.32] | I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly |
[01:49.78] | Me, buckin with my team is murder one |
[01:51.98] | I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!) |
[01:55.14] | I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!) |
[01:57.02] | Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas |
[02:00.90] | I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call |
[02:03.30] | To a trick that didn't even care |
[02:06.26] | Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there |
[02:09.33] | Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga) |
[02:13.04] | Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga) |
[02:14.64] | You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real) |
[02:16.95] | Shit is for real |
[02:39.56] | I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper |
[02:42.41] | And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes |
[02:44.78] | Let's take it back to the first side |
[02:46.89] | When you was a new jack and jockin my new track |
[02:49.20] | But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long |
[02:52.35] | Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard |
[02:56.07] | Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks |
[02:58.58] | Me and my niggas like |
[02:59.98] | (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics) |
[03:02.33] | You wanna know what the hoes used to do |
[03:04.49] | When me and my crew came bustin through |
[03:07.25] | All sorts of blushins brew |
[03:09.16] | (A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew) |
[03:12.78] | Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue |
[03:15.78] | This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front |
[03:18.52] | I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on |
[03:21.55] | Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan |
[03:23.97] | Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau |
[03:27.17] | Now that's three times your tightest flow |
[03:29.62] | And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack |
[03:32.99] | Three times is clever (BUCK!) |
[03:58.55] | Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt |
[04:04.71] | Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt |
[04:10.74] | To art in hell, where the next man dwells |
[04:15.25] | The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
Intro Chorus: | |
Repeat | |
Verse 1: Where | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2: Where | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: Where | |
Chorus x 2 | |
Outro: | |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Flossy P, Taylor, Turner |
[00:09.48] | As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning |
[00:12.19] | This ain' t no street sermon, these niggas are determined |
[00:20.76] | I flow like CD' s in the deck |
[00:23.01] | Moosh fools in the face that lack respect |
[00:25.26] | Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk |
[00:27.43] | I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can' t bust G |
[00:31.75] | So leave me alone I' m in the zone |
[00:33.96] | Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown |
[00:36.57] | Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone |
[00:38.39] | But I' m low in the cut and gotta microphone |
[00:41.20] | Are you gone bust or play bones? |
[00:43.05] | You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga' s style and get' cha own |
[00:46.22] | It' s Miscellane and it' s on again |
[00:48.99] | For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step |
[00:51.70] | And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut |
[01:05.30] | I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache |
[01:08.07] | Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong |
[01:13.69] | My world is gone like disco |
[01:15.81] | Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo |
[01:18.58] | Standin in back of me was my soul |
[01:21.17] | Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll |
[01:24.19] | Knowledge is urbanable, exhaust manifold |
[01:27.25] | A tar can of hoes to lubricate my system quick |
[01:30.22] | Shaky bitches off the dick |
[01:31.67] | Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips |
[01:34.98] | I' m slow but equipped with the proper tools |
[01:37.89] | Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool |
[01:40.98] | I' m out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM |
[01:43.90] | Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G |
[01:46.32] | I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what' s silly |
[01:49.78] | Me, buckin with my team is murder one |
[01:51.98] | I heard a gun bustin shots SHOTS!, down the block BLOCK! |
[01:55.14] | I guess a nigga gettin what he got GOT! |
[01:57.02] | Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas |
[02:00.90] | I' ll fuck one for y' all, they made ya last phone call |
[02:03.30] | To a trick that didn' t even care |
[02:06.26] | Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you' re stuck in there |
[02:09.33] | Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga Nigga |
[02:13.04] | Nigga how ya feel? Nigga |
[02:14.64] | You can' t try to be real You can' t try to be real |
[02:16.95] | Shit is for real |
[02:39.56] | I' m cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper |
[02:42.41] | And I' m cooler than foes that don' t know how it goes |
[02:44.78] | Let' s take it back to the first side |
[02:46.89] | When you was a new jack and jockin my new track |
[02:49.20] | But you was wrong, didn' t know about the big long |
[02:52.35] | Headstrong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard |
[02:56.07] | Witta teenage group I' m turnin loots to tracks |
[02:58.58] | Me and my niggas like |
[02:59.98] | These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics |
[03:02.33] | You wanna know what the hoes used to do |
[03:04.49] | When me and my crew came bustin through |
[03:07.25] | All sorts of blushins brew |
[03:09.16] | A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew |
[03:12.78] | Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue |
[03:15.78] | This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front |
[03:18.52] | I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on |
[03:21.55] | Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan |
[03:23.97] | Where is on another level with two niggas that' s on the same plateau |
[03:27.17] | Now that' s three times your tightest flow |
[03:29.62] | And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack |
[03:32.99] | Three times is clever BUCK! |
[03:58.55] | Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt |
[04:04.71] | Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt |
[04:10.74] | To art in hell, where the next man dwells |
[04:15.25] | The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
Intro Chorus: | |
Repeat | |
Verse 1: Where | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2: Where | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: Where | |
Chorus x 2 | |
Outro: | |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Flossy P, Taylor, Turner |
[00:09.48] | As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning |
[00:12.19] | This ain' t no street sermon, these niggas are determined |
[00:20.76] | I flow like CD' s in the deck |
[00:23.01] | Moosh fools in the face that lack respect |
[00:25.26] | Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk |
[00:27.43] | I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can' t bust G |
[00:31.75] | So leave me alone I' m in the zone |
[00:33.96] | Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown |
[00:36.57] | Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone |
[00:38.39] | But I' m low in the cut and gotta microphone |
[00:41.20] | Are you gone bust or play bones? |
[00:43.05] | You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga' s style and get' cha own |
[00:46.22] | It' s Miscellane and it' s on again |
[00:48.99] | For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step |
[00:51.70] | And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut |
[01:05.30] | I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache |
[01:08.07] | Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong |
[01:13.69] | My world is gone like disco |
[01:15.81] | Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo |
[01:18.58] | Standin in back of me was my soul |
[01:21.17] | Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll |
[01:24.19] | Knowledge is urbanable, exhaust manifold |
[01:27.25] | A tar can of hoes to lubricate my system quick |
[01:30.22] | Shaky bitches off the dick |
[01:31.67] | Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips |
[01:34.98] | I' m slow but equipped with the proper tools |
[01:37.89] | Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool |
[01:40.98] | I' m out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM |
[01:43.90] | Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G |
[01:46.32] | I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what' s silly |
[01:49.78] | Me, buckin with my team is murder one |
[01:51.98] | I heard a gun bustin shots SHOTS!, down the block BLOCK! |
[01:55.14] | I guess a nigga gettin what he got GOT! |
[01:57.02] | Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas |
[02:00.90] | I' ll fuck one for y' all, they made ya last phone call |
[02:03.30] | To a trick that didn' t even care |
[02:06.26] | Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you' re stuck in there |
[02:09.33] | Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga Nigga |
[02:13.04] | Nigga how ya feel? Nigga |
[02:14.64] | You can' t try to be real You can' t try to be real |
[02:16.95] | Shit is for real |
[02:39.56] | I' m cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper |
[02:42.41] | And I' m cooler than foes that don' t know how it goes |
[02:44.78] | Let' s take it back to the first side |
[02:46.89] | When you was a new jack and jockin my new track |
[02:49.20] | But you was wrong, didn' t know about the big long |
[02:52.35] | Headstrong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard |
[02:56.07] | Witta teenage group I' m turnin loots to tracks |
[02:58.58] | Me and my niggas like |
[02:59.98] | These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics |
[03:02.33] | You wanna know what the hoes used to do |
[03:04.49] | When me and my crew came bustin through |
[03:07.25] | All sorts of blushins brew |
[03:09.16] | A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew |
[03:12.78] | Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue |
[03:15.78] | This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front |
[03:18.52] | I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on |
[03:21.55] | Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan |
[03:23.97] | Where is on another level with two niggas that' s on the same plateau |
[03:27.17] | Now that' s three times your tightest flow |
[03:29.62] | And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack |
[03:32.99] | Three times is clever BUCK! |
[03:58.55] | Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt |
[04:04.71] | Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt |
[04:10.74] | To art in hell, where the next man dwells |
[04:15.25] | The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells |