作曲 : Smith, Taylor Artist：game Songs Title：church for thugs
To all my ****** on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. ***** And I can't forget My ****** riding the train Yankee fitted Thermals under that Pelle s**t I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. s**t And I'm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down **** it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my ****** the get more shot I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it Range all through the tints Got ****** doing life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Than break up the streets of Compton and blood spill my in the pavement Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up ****** really don't want no parts of me pal ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up ****** really don't know parts of me pal Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write I want my unsigned hype Like Kanye want his five mics Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels Let's roll Through the city of god Where LA ****** train to kill Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie Dre we to close aint no turning back homie Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah Let me paint this picture While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the s**t yeah I spit for you ****** doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a ***** off the 5th tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear And every ***** who ever helped me get here Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up ****** really don't want no parts of me pal ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up ****** really don't know parts of me pal One brick, two brick The boy moving weight Now three bricks, four bricks I'm driving upstate Five Bricks, six bricks The ***** got cake Not rap money, but money been rap since ?88 Look at the world we live in ****** steady hate, to the heckler at Koch Leave him chopped up like freddy's face ****** catching feelings Cause I'm about millions And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
You a close second *****, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ?em The best of both worlds Rapping and drug dealing Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village The head honcho, staring out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo With two long ass heats I call ?em Shaq and Alonzo You ****** want me outta L.A. Yeah I know Believe me ****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up ****** really don't want no parts of me pal ****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up ****** really don't know parts of me pal
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Smith, Taylor [00:00.54]Artist：game [00:01.97]Songs Title：church for thugs [00:05.68] [00:17.95]To all my ****** on the porch getting their hair braided [00:20.67]Corn rolled by a L.A. ***** [00:22.53]And I can't forget [00:23.78]My ****** riding the train Yankee fitted [00:26.17]Thermals under that Pelle s**t [00:28.03]I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. s**t [00:31.28]And I'm proud of it [00:32.47]Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it [00:34.22]Haters you know who you are you can turn it down **** it [00:37.17]I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget [00:39.67]I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public [00:42.53]More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker [00:44.97]Every time one of my ****** the get more shot I suffer [00:47.52]Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors [00:50.39]I seen it Range all through the tints [00:52.35]Got ****** doing life in the state pen [00:54.48]So I dread like Jamaicans [00:55.85]If I die for one of my statements [00:58.48]Than break up the streets of Compton and blood spill my in the pavement [01:01.20]Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up [01:04.39]Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down [01:07.32]And then I come through strapped to see what's up [01:09.83]****** really don't want no parts of me pal [01:12.70]****** keep sayin they gon heat me up [01:15.31]Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down [01:18.14]And then I come through strapped to see what's up [01:20.58]****** really don't know parts of me pal [01:23.33]Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write [01:25.20]I want my unsigned hype [01:26.89]Like Kanye want his five mics [01:28.46]Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike [01:30.85]To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels [01:33.54]Let's roll [01:34.16]Through the city of god [01:35.41]Where LA ****** train to kill [01:36.60]Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will [01:38.98]For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie [01:41.85]Dre we to close aint no turning back homie [01:44.78]Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years [01:47.54]Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah [01:50.22]Let me paint this picture [01:51.72]While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the s**t yeah [01:55.54]I spit for you ****** doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a ***** off the 5th tier [02:00.72]Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear [02:03.72]And every ***** who ever helped me get here [02:06.29]Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up [02:09.04]Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down [02:12.16]And when I come through strapped to see what's up [02:14.60]****** really don't want no parts of me pal [02:17.41]****** keep sayin they gon heat me up [02:19.91]Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down [02:22.97]And when I come through strapped to see what's up [02:25.32]****** really don't know parts of me pal [02:28.10]One brick, two brick [02:29.04]The boy moving weight [02:30.35]Now three bricks, four bricks [02:31.67]I'm driving upstate [02:32.92]Five Bricks, six bricks [02:34.41]The ***** got cake [02:35.66]Not rap money, but money been rap since ?88 [02:38.35]Look at the world we live in [02:39.91]****** steady hate, to the heckler at Koch [02:41.60]Leave him chopped up like freddy's face [02:43.67]****** catching feelings [02:45.10]Cause I'm about millions [02:46.35]And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest [02:49.10] [02:49.66]You a close second *****, [02:50.67]A banana to a guerilla [02:52.10]Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ?em [02:54.79]The best of both worlds [02:55.79]Rapping and drug dealing [02:56.85]Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village [02:59.91]The head honcho, staring out the third story window [03:03.10]Of my Beverly Hills condo [03:04.54]With two long ass heats [03:06.67]I call ?em Shaq and Alonzo [03:08.16]You ****** want me outta L.A. [03:09.85]Yeah I know [03:10.79]Believe me ****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up [03:13.85]Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down [03:16.92]And when I come through strapped to see what's up [03:19.42]****** really don't want no parts of me pal [03:22.10]****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up [03:24.67]Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down [03:27.67]And when I come through strapped to see what's up [03:30.16]****** really don't know parts of me pal
