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BK To LA

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  • 作词 : Fyffe, Grinnage, Joiner ...
    (feat. M.O.P.)
    Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW!
    C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
    M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
    Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
    One time, X, where you at my *****?
    FIYAHHHH!!!!
    [Xzibit]
    I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
    Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
    I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
    (MASH OUT ******!) Straight from the gutter you love it
    Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
    Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
    From here to infinity, love thy enemy
    ****** got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry
    All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
    with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
    Full body black fatigues, lungs black from ****
    In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill
    [Billy Danze]
    STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS
    The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're
    heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
    that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em
    [Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
    [X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
    [B] We cockin them thangs
    [X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
    [B] We ready to bang
    [X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
    [B] Watch where you aim
    [F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, *****
    [Billy Danze]
    You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
    From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S)
    M.O.P., and X to the Z
    is a friend of our family (YEAH MY *****)
    For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
    I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
    Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN
    Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT
    (From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
    Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
    Do you really wanna **** with Danze? (c'mon)
    When he comin with them thugs in the van
    Double clutch in his hands, my *****
    [Lil' Fame]
    Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
    Y'all ****** akin to God and gangsters
    (YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
    With X to the Z hot, what's happenin?
    [Chorus]
    [Interlude 2X: Xzibit]
    Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
    Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
    Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
    Look alive, these streets is complicated
    [Lil' Fame]
    AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
    You got problems with us? Start poppin
    I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
    Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em
    Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em
    Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
    I send you to God with no shoes
    CLUELESS! Real G's run this, we rule this
    If you wanna get into some gangsta ****, let's do this
    (YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin
    Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
    Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
    say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!
    [Xzibit]
    Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was
    Like my career was gon' fade like a ****in buzz
    Raise the stakes high, I solidify
    the grip that I keep on ****, GET OFF MY ****!
    [Chorus]
    [random ad libs to fade]
  • 作词 : Fyffe, Grinnage, Joiner ...
    (feat. M.O.P.)
    Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW!
    C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
    M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
    Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
    One time, X, where you at my *****?
    FIYAHHHH!!!!
    [Xzibit]
    I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
    Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
    I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
    (MASH OUT ******!) Straight from the gutter you love it
    Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
    Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
    From here to infinity, love thy enemy
    ****** got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry
    All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
    with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
    Full body black fatigues, lungs black from ****
    In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill
    [Billy Danze]
    STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS
    The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're
    heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
    that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em
    [Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
    [X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
    [B] We cockin them thangs
    [X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
    [B] We ready to bang
    [X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
    [B] Watch where you aim
    [F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, *****
    [Billy Danze]
    You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
    From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S)
    M.O.P., and X to the Z
    is a friend of our family (YEAH MY *****)
    For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
    I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
    Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN
    Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT
    (From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
    Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
    Do you really wanna **** with Danze? (c'mon)
    When he comin with them thugs in the van
    Double clutch in his hands, my *****
    [Lil' Fame]
    Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
    Y'all ****** akin to God and gangsters
    (YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
    With X to the Z hot, what's happenin?
    [Chorus]
    [Interlude 2X: Xzibit]
    Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
    Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
    Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
    Look alive, these streets is complicated
    [Lil' Fame]
    AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
    You got problems with us? Start poppin
    I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
    Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em
    Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em
    Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
    I send you to God with no shoes
    CLUELESS! Real G's run this, we rule this
    If you wanna get into some gangsta ****, let's do this
    (YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin
    Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
    Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
    say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!
    [Xzibit]
    Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was
    Like my career was gon' fade like a ****in buzz
    Raise the stakes high, I solidify
    the grip that I keep on ****, GET OFF MY ****!
    [Chorus]
    [random ad libs to fade]