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  • 作词 : Royce Da 5'9"
    作曲 : Royce Da 5'9"
    Yeah, yeah
    I don't know what else to say
    I can't, I can't think of nothin'
    I'm stumped
    Here we go we
    On your feet your
    Stand up
    Everybody hands up
    Uh, man, I dunno, man
    Everytime I go to think of something played out to say
    You already said it
    I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
    I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
    All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
    Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
    *****s be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
    Because of my relationship with Marshall
    Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain ****
    We the same cuz
    I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
    While I attempt to **** the ****ing game up
    *****, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
    You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
    Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
    Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
    My **** is powerful, literally sick, trust me *****
    It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
    The more disgusting and ****in' disfigured it gets
    *****s expect me to go pop, oh, stop
    Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
    I, only **** with mailmen with ****** from Boca
    *****s that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
    Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
    While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
    I'm back, mutha******
    Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
    I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
    How y'all realer? y'all
    If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
    Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
    That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
    Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
    *****, the mistake was like my only teacher
    Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
    I've got Gucci's on my feet
    Diamonds on my neck
    Diamonds on my wrist
    *****es on my ****
    But y'all already said that
    Choppers in the trunk
    Models in the front
    Bottles in the club
    But I don't give a ****
    But y'all already said that
    Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
    For me to come up with ****ty to say
    I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
    I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
    I'm gettin' writer's block
    Psyche!
    When I stand up in this booth, *****s notice it
    Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
    Floatin' on the same water Moses split
    Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
    Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
    Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
    You dudes is too excited
    You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
    You will just be another victim
    I am like a nickel of **** rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
    I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
    Got y'all *****s' *****es bobbin' to this one when she witcha
    When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
    Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
    I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?
    Not a problem I've encountered
    I have found elephants, lions, clowns
    Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
    At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
    Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
    Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
    Since I decided to start Class diss
    All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
    I authorize my own all-access
    Your ***** a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
    Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
    Her ***** need to blocked and reported as spam
    Bong! Interscope up in this **** and I sell it
    My voicemail is full, got *****es screamin' inside of envelopes
    And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
    I don't know which one is harder
    Tryna not to take your ***** or tryna get rid of my own
    I got Gucci's on my feet
    Diamonds on my neck
    Diamonds on my wrist
    *****es on my ****
    But y'all already said that
    Choppers in the trunk
    Models in the front
    Bottles in the club
    But I don't give a ****
    But y'all already said that
    Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
    For me to come up with ****ty to say
    I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
    I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
    I'm gettin' writer's block
    Psyche!
    Man, get the bozac
    We need to start bringin' that **** back
    Man, **** it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck in effect,
    Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
    On the strength, no diggity
    I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
    Haters get the gasface!
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Royce Da 5'9"
    [00:00.536] 作曲 : Royce Da 5'9"
    [00:01.73]Yeah, yeah
    [00:03.66]I don't know what else to say
    [00:06.04]I can't, I can't think of nothin'
    [00:09.92]I'm stumped
    [00:11.74]Here we go we
    [00:13.12]On your feet your
    [00:14.31]Stand up
    [00:15.81]Everybody hands up
    [00:18.12]Uh, man, I dunno, man
    [00:20.75]Everytime I go to think of something played out to say
    [00:23.18]You already said it
    [00:25.00]I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
    [00:28.06]I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
    [00:31.13]All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
    [00:34.12]Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
    [00:37.18]*****s be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
    [00:39.37]Because of my relationship with Marshall
    [00:40.87]Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain ****
    [00:43.31]We the same cuz
    [00:44.49]I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
    [00:47.19]While I attempt to **** the ****ing game up
    [00:49.43]*****, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
    [00:52.50]You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
    [00:55.56]Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
    [00:58.62]Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
    [01:01.68]My **** is powerful, literally sick, trust me *****
    [01:04.37]It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
    [01:06.44]The more disgusting and ****in' disfigured it gets
    [01:08.18]*****s expect me to go pop, oh, stop
    [01:10.37]Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
    [01:13.36]I, only **** with mailmen with ****** from Boca
    [01:16.56]*****s that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
    [01:19.31]Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
    [01:22.62]While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
    [01:25.62]I'm back, mutha******
    [01:26.94]Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
    [01:29.25]I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
    [01:33.00]How y'all realer? y'all
    [01:35.50]If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
    [01:38.43]Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
    [01:41.38]That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
    [01:43.68]Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
    [01:45.93]*****, the mistake was like my only teacher
    [01:48.13]Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
    [01:50.19]I've got Gucci's on my feet
    [01:51.50]Diamonds on my neck
    [01:52.62]Diamonds on my wrist
    [01:53.62]*****es on my ****
    [01:54.75]But y'all already said that
    [01:56.24]Choppers in the trunk
    [01:57.43]Models in the front
    [01:58.62]Bottles in the club
    [01:59.74]But I don't give a ****
    [02:01.00]But y'all already said that
    [02:02.37]Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
    [02:05.06]For me to come up with ****ty to say
    [02:08.87]I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
    [02:11.93]I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
    [02:13.69]I'm gettin' writer's block
    [02:14.25]Psyche!
    [02:15.49]When I stand up in this booth, *****s notice it
    [02:17.68]Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
    [02:20.00]Floatin' on the same water Moses split
    [02:22.31]Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
    [02:26.12]Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
    [02:29.87]Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
    [02:34.06]You dudes is too excited
    [02:35.62]You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
    [02:39.50]You will just be another victim
    [02:40.94]I am like a nickel of **** rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
    [02:43.56]I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
    [02:45.55]Got y'all *****s' *****es bobbin' to this one when she witcha
    [02:48.12]When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
    [02:49.87]Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
    [02:51.69]I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?
    [02:54.38]Not a problem I've encountered
    [02:55.61]I have found elephants, lions, clowns
    [02:57.62]Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
    [03:00.24]At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
    [03:03.93]Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
    [03:06.87]Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
    [03:10.12]Since I decided to start Class diss
    [03:11.62]All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
    [03:15.93]I authorize my own all-access
    [03:18.13]Your ***** a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
    [03:21.55]Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
    [03:25.37]Her ***** need to blocked and reported as spam
    [03:28.25]Bong! Interscope up in this **** and I sell it
    [03:30.93]My voicemail is full, got *****es screamin' inside of envelopes
    [03:32.93]And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
    [03:36.12]I don't know which one is harder
    [03:37.43]Tryna not to take your ***** or tryna get rid of my own
    [03:39.69]I got Gucci's on my feet
    [03:41.45]Diamonds on my neck
    [03:42.88]Diamonds on my wrist
    [03:44.01]*****es on my ****
    [03:44.88]But y'all already said that
    [03:46.13]Choppers in the trunk
    [03:47.44]Models in the front
    [03:48.69]Bottles in the club
    [03:49.38]But I don't give a ****
    [03:50.95]But y'all already said that
    [03:52.45]Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
    [03:55.07]For me to come up with ****ty to say
    [03:58.88]I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
    [04:01.82]I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
    [04:03.76]I'm gettin' writer's block
    [04:04.82]Psyche!
    [04:06.32]Man, get the bozac
    [04:08.26]We need to start bringin' that **** back
    [04:11.57]Man, **** it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck in effect,
    [04:16.94]Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
    [04:20.01]On the strength, no diggity
    [04:23.82]I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
    [04:27.94]Haters get the gasface!