Nationowl 歌词
| 歌曲 | Nationowl |
| 歌手 | Dr. Dre |
| 专辑 | Dr. Dre Presents...The Aftermath |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson, Nowlin | |
| Artist：dr. dre f/ nowl(all right, is everybody ready *yeah!*) | |
| (alright now, here we go) | |
| Nationowl divides this bomb to blow | |
| Adios serials worldwide | |
| Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver | |
| To break down the speed | |
| While labels were sound asleep, nowl peeped and creeped | |
| And stole the ground beneath they feet | |
| Far from the bail, still makin my sales | |
| Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel | |
| Takin over, no doubt | |
| Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the doctor | |
| Dre, all day cash his cheques | |
| Like play, i hittin you in the head like strays (buu-yu-kow!) | |
| Nationowl's defence covers my ass | |
| And team o' outcast *****s who're quick to blast | |
| Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on | |
| Mc's couldn't find my path (where you at *****s?) | |
| Chorus: | |
| Pledge a legiance to my team | |
| Let's scheme, *****, we gots ta get cream | |
| Cos worldwide *******t's outta control | |
| Why you can't get down with nationowl | |
| Young and old, my *****s who's on parole | |
| Why you can't get down with nationowl | |
| *****es who own, my *****s whose heart is cold | |
| Why you can't get down with nationowl | |
| Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock | |
| Still fully loaded, ****ed the handgun | |
| Composed like the phantom | |
| While the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely | |
| *****es who never duck me, "nowl loved me" | |
| In thinkin i must spend dough til i'm dizzy | |
| Assholes around like a fri*****y | |
| And for satisfaction chew an mc like wrigley | |
| History's about to be made, i met'cha in a way | |
| Tryin ya hardest to delay | |
| My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?sadaran?* | |
| Lyrics bone shatterin | |
| Pretenders wantin to be cinder-rella | |
| What? that shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin | |
| Now we're strippin *****s like a chippendale | |
| I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale | |
| Chorus | |
| In the last days, which side will you be on? | |
| Nationowl's on the side that i beat on | |
| I demand put me on | |
| From the door i use mc's to wipe my feet on | |
| My *******t be bumpin like in-grown hair | |
| For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare | |
| *****, i see more green than st. patrick | |
| Pro actors, game of life with no practice | |
| Controllin craps like i had a remote | |
| It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb | |
| No joke, much over i scold | |
| It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats | |
| Best believe that these are our last years | |
| Prepare or get done from the rear | |
| As we move there, where? the final frontier | |
| United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer | |
| Chorus | |
| Are you wit me east coast? | |
| Are you wit me west coast? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me west coast? | |
| Are you wit me east coast? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me? |
| zuo ci : Anderson, Nowlin | |
| Artist: dr. dre f nowl all right, is everybody ready yeah! | |
| alright now, here we go | |
| Nationowl divides this bomb to blow | |
| Adios serials worldwide | |
| Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver | |
| To break down the speed | |
| While labels were sound asleep, nowl peeped and creeped | |
| And stole the ground beneath they feet | |
| Far from the bail, still makin my sales | |
| Movin tapes like weight, we' s hiphop cartel | |
| Takin over, no doubt | |
| Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the doctor | |
| Dre, all day cash his cheques | |
| Like play, i hittin you in the head like strays buuyukow! | |
| Nationowl' s defence covers my ass | |
| And team o' outcast s who' re quick to blast | |
| Our beat' s on hit, keep the peace on | |
| Mc' s couldn' t find my path where you at s? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Pledge a legiance to my team | |
| Let' s scheme, , we gots ta get cream | |
| Cos worldwide t' s outta control | |
| Why you can' t get down with nationowl | |
| Young and old, my s who' s on parole | |
| Why you can' t get down with nationowl | |
| es who own, my s whose heart is cold | |
| Why you can' t get down with nationowl | |
| Nationowl' s anthem, got' cha soul on lock | |
| Still fully loaded, ed the handgun | |
| Composed like the phantom | |
| While the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely | |
| es who never duck me, " nowl loved me" | |
| In thinkin i must spend dough til i' m dizzy | |
| Assholes around like a fri y | |
| And for satisfaction chew an mc like wrigley | |
| History' s about to be made, i met' cha in a way | |
| Tryin ya hardest to delay | |
| My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like ? sadaran? | |
| Lyrics bone shatterin | |
| Pretenders wantin to be cinderrella | |
| What? that shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin | |
| Now we' re strippin s like a chippendale | |
| I' m rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale | |
| Chorus | |
| In the last days, which side will you be on? | |
| Nationowl' s on the side that i beat on | |
| I demand put me on | |
| From the door i use mc' s to wipe my feet on | |
| My t be bumpin like ingrown hair | |
| For twentysix years trained in ghetto warfare | |
| , i see more green than st. patrick | |
| Pro actors, game of life with no practice | |
| Controllin craps like i had a remote | |
| It' s a rule, now go enter ya tomb | |
| No joke, much over i scold | |
| It' s some game for all who' s tryin ta split ya coats | |
| Best believe that these are our last years | |
| Prepare or get done from the rear | |
| As we move there, where? the final frontier | |
| United we stand, divided we don' t have a prayer | |
| Chorus | |
| Are you wit me east coast? | |
| Are you wit me west coast? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me west coast? | |
| Are you wit me east coast? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me? |
| zuò cí : Anderson, Nowlin | |
| Artist: dr. dre f nowl all right, is everybody ready yeah! | |
| alright now, here we go | |
| Nationowl divides this bomb to blow | |
| Adios serials worldwide | |
| Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver | |
| To break down the speed | |
| While labels were sound asleep, nowl peeped and creeped | |
| And stole the ground beneath they feet | |
| Far from the bail, still makin my sales | |
| Movin tapes like weight, we' s hiphop cartel | |
| Takin over, no doubt | |
| Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the doctor | |
| Dre, all day cash his cheques | |
| Like play, i hittin you in the head like strays buuyukow! | |
| Nationowl' s defence covers my ass | |
| And team o' outcast s who' re quick to blast | |
| Our beat' s on hit, keep the peace on | |
| Mc' s couldn' t find my path where you at s? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Pledge a legiance to my team | |
| Let' s scheme, , we gots ta get cream | |
| Cos worldwide t' s outta control | |
| Why you can' t get down with nationowl | |
| Young and old, my s who' s on parole | |
| Why you can' t get down with nationowl | |
| es who own, my s whose heart is cold | |
| Why you can' t get down with nationowl | |
| Nationowl' s anthem, got' cha soul on lock | |
| Still fully loaded, ed the handgun | |
| Composed like the phantom | |
| While the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely | |
| es who never duck me, " nowl loved me" | |
| In thinkin i must spend dough til i' m dizzy | |
| Assholes around like a fri y | |
| And for satisfaction chew an mc like wrigley | |
| History' s about to be made, i met' cha in a way | |
| Tryin ya hardest to delay | |
| My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like ? sadaran? | |
| Lyrics bone shatterin | |
| Pretenders wantin to be cinderrella | |
| What? that shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin | |
| Now we' re strippin s like a chippendale | |
| I' m rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale | |
| Chorus | |
| In the last days, which side will you be on? | |
| Nationowl' s on the side that i beat on | |
| I demand put me on | |
| From the door i use mc' s to wipe my feet on | |
| My t be bumpin like ingrown hair | |
| For twentysix years trained in ghetto warfare | |
| , i see more green than st. patrick | |
| Pro actors, game of life with no practice | |
| Controllin craps like i had a remote | |
| It' s a rule, now go enter ya tomb | |
| No joke, much over i scold | |
| It' s some game for all who' s tryin ta split ya coats | |
| Best believe that these are our last years | |
| Prepare or get done from the rear | |
| As we move there, where? the final frontier | |
| United we stand, divided we don' t have a prayer | |
| Chorus | |
| Are you wit me east coast? | |
| Are you wit me west coast? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me west coast? | |
| Are you wit me east coast? | |
| Are you wit me? | |
| Are you wit me? |
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