歌曲 | Live |
歌手 | Dr. Dooom |
专辑 | First Come, First Served |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
South bronx, new york | |
(evil laughter) | |
Chorus: x3 | |
Is it live, live, live, live, live | |
(evil laughter) | |
Verse one: | |
I heard your cd is wack wasn't ******g impressed | |
Who's the ************* with the big mouth | |
I live your ass ?erect? and bit off with a lion's mouth | |
Your hypeman sound like a ************* that switch | |
Y'all *************s need to be around when my ************* itch | |
Yo tnt these *************s acting wild like they homo | |
But they trying to see me ************* it i'm a pull up in a ford van | |
Let these *************s know i'm a give em a permanent suntan | |
Walk in your studio session | |
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch smith and wesson | |
Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a ******g | |
Bomb | |
I'm a move the tattoos off all these mcs | |
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese | |
Uncle black got a new sawed-off | |
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off | |
*************s be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust | |
I'm a send tony lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus | |
In a yellow caprice classic | |
I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us | |
Jay and john with fifty cousins from the bolding family | |
We ?roll and amp? g | |
The ************* y'all talking about | |
I'm moving a different route | |
Grab the carbines from under the couch | |
See you on the ferris wheel at coney island | |
I'm not gon' be smiling | |
Magnum waiting for your ass | |
Yall gon' see my face, ************* a mask | |
(evil laughter) | |
Chorus: x4 | |
Verse two: | |
Smearing your mailbox | |
With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli | |
Black shoe polish on your glass table i'm ready and able | |
Going on the roof | |
When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable | |
Harass you to move | |
Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool | |
While you scream ************* you | |
I'm a cross the street eating popeye's cajun rice | |
In a station wagon with hot beans | |
Taking a coffee break back in the house | |
Giving your chihuahuas | |
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of quaker state | |
Leaving the front room | |
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom | |
Watching the mets putting *************t on your tv sets | |
In the shower | |
You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls | |
For seventy hours check out your sore ribs | |
The screen is gritty | |
Everybody's starting to look green on rap city | |
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks | |
To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair | |
Coming up the street | |
Walking up the main avenue | |
I'm passing you | |
With a leather coat that looks similar to yours | |
************* you | |
You looking at me | |
I'm a start walking behind you | |
Act like i'm pantomiming you | |
Talking to police men | |
Chewing a arm | |
And joined by a black and white squad car | |
With binoculars watching you very far | |
(what's up mother******s) | |
(evil laughter) | |
Chorus: x4 | |
Is it live, live, live, live, live |
South bronx, new york | |
evil laughter | |
Chorus: x3 | |
Is it live, live, live, live, live | |
evil laughter | |
Verse one: | |
I heard your cd is wack wasn' t g impressed | |
Who' s the with the big mouth | |
I live your ass ? erect? and bit off with a lion' s mouth | |
Your hypeman sound like a that switch | |
Y' all s need to be around when my itch | |
Yo tnt these s acting wild like they homo | |
But they trying to see me it i' m a pull up in a ford van | |
Let these s know i' m a give em a permanent suntan | |
Walk in your studio session | |
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirtyinch smith and wesson | |
Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a g | |
Bomb | |
I' m a move the tattoos off all these mcs | |
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese | |
Uncle black got a new sawedoff | |
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off | |
s be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust | |
I' m a send tony lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus | |
In a yellow caprice classic | |
I got a wig on them city boys ain' t gon' recognize all four of us | |
Jay and john with fifty cousins from the bolding family | |
We ? roll and amp? g | |
The y' all talking about | |
I' m moving a different route | |
Grab the carbines from under the couch | |
See you on the ferris wheel at coney island | |
I' m not gon' be smiling | |
Magnum waiting for your ass | |
Yall gon' see my face, a mask | |
evil laughter | |
Chorus: x4 | |
Verse two: | |
Smearing your mailbox | |
With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli | |
Black shoe polish on your glass table i' m ready and able | |
Going on the roof | |
When the payperview fight come on click off the cable | |
Harass you to move | |
Leaving ? poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool | |
While you scream you | |
I' m a cross the street eating popeye' s cajun rice | |
In a station wagon with hot beans | |
Taking a coffee break back in the house | |
Giving your chihuahuas | |
Exlax with a hot bowl of quaker state | |
Leaving the front room | |
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, kaboom | |
Watching the mets putting t on your tv sets | |
In the shower | |
You won' t be able to watch a program with remote controls | |
For seventy hours check out your sore ribs | |
The screen is gritty | |
Everybody' s starting to look green on rap city | |
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks | |
To a retarded kid in a wheelchair | |
Coming up the street | |
Walking up the main avenue | |
I' m passing you | |
With a leather coat that looks similar to yours | |
you | |
You looking at me | |
I' m a start walking behind you | |
Act like i' m pantomiming you | |
Talking to police men | |
Chewing a arm | |
And joined by a black and white squad car | |
With binoculars watching you very far | |
what' s up mother s | |
evil laughter | |
Chorus: x4 | |
Is it live, live, live, live, live |
South bronx, new york | |
evil laughter | |
Chorus: x3 | |
Is it live, live, live, live, live | |
evil laughter | |
Verse one: | |
I heard your cd is wack wasn' t g impressed | |
Who' s the with the big mouth | |
I live your ass ? erect? and bit off with a lion' s mouth | |
Your hypeman sound like a that switch | |
Y' all s need to be around when my itch | |
Yo tnt these s acting wild like they homo | |
But they trying to see me it i' m a pull up in a ford van | |
Let these s know i' m a give em a permanent suntan | |
Walk in your studio session | |
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirtyinch smith and wesson | |
Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a g | |
Bomb | |
I' m a move the tattoos off all these mcs | |
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese | |
Uncle black got a new sawedoff | |
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off | |
s be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust | |
I' m a send tony lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus | |
In a yellow caprice classic | |
I got a wig on them city boys ain' t gon' recognize all four of us | |
Jay and john with fifty cousins from the bolding family | |
We ? roll and amp? g | |
The y' all talking about | |
I' m moving a different route | |
Grab the carbines from under the couch | |
See you on the ferris wheel at coney island | |
I' m not gon' be smiling | |
Magnum waiting for your ass | |
Yall gon' see my face, a mask | |
evil laughter | |
Chorus: x4 | |
Verse two: | |
Smearing your mailbox | |
With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli | |
Black shoe polish on your glass table i' m ready and able | |
Going on the roof | |
When the payperview fight come on click off the cable | |
Harass you to move | |
Leaving ? poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool | |
While you scream you | |
I' m a cross the street eating popeye' s cajun rice | |
In a station wagon with hot beans | |
Taking a coffee break back in the house | |
Giving your chihuahuas | |
Exlax with a hot bowl of quaker state | |
Leaving the front room | |
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, kaboom | |
Watching the mets putting t on your tv sets | |
In the shower | |
You won' t be able to watch a program with remote controls | |
For seventy hours check out your sore ribs | |
The screen is gritty | |
Everybody' s starting to look green on rap city | |
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks | |
To a retarded kid in a wheelchair | |
Coming up the street | |
Walking up the main avenue | |
I' m passing you | |
With a leather coat that looks similar to yours | |
you | |
You looking at me | |
I' m a start walking behind you | |
Act like i' m pantomiming you | |
Talking to police men | |
Chewing a arm | |
And joined by a black and white squad car | |
With binoculars watching you very far | |
what' s up mother s | |
evil laughter | |
Chorus: x4 | |
Is it live, live, live, live, live |