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  • 作曲 : Panjabi MC
    Yeah
    Sumpin' wild
    Here come da sun, da crazy buddha smoker
    Hoods roll down'n'turnin' out the folk-a
    Got mixed vibes but the rhymes they be ringin'
    I'm pumpin' out the sh... with the nozzle swingin'
    Flavours they be rich like desi and water
    So bust out the glitch & roll the next doodah
    Right, drug got 'eavy
    Back it up the road like a Chevy
    7, 8, rim bring the grins from the singer,
    Bouncin' all around with the crazy bass bin
    I likes to check dem, rollin' around
    Shakin' up the ground and cussin' em down
    Like dat's da way it's cool with the fake DJs
    Sellin out the dance for the radio plays
    I's from the street
    I eat soiled meat
    I slap those dogs in the high concrete
    And I got souls for the stinkin'
    But the hip-hop word like, whatevah
    Roll a bag o' herbs in the king-size reefer
    And toke upon da sh... like Omar Sharif-a
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    Boo-uh!
    (Wailing/unintelligible)
    Times they be fresh like Kool & The Gang,
    Back in the days when they used to get down
    And nowadays they got men
    Knockin' at my door, and cuffin' up my hand
    Well they be suckahs and I be brown
    Like James, trippin' on a funky sound
    I gots the fat, dirty stinkin' fungus
    Rollin' down my throat and growin' in my lungus
    47 rings from the bins when I swing
    I thinks of the past when I smoke my tins
    Nowadays I gets paid for the rhymes when I'm bouncin'
    At times be trippin' like Richard Branson
    So get off my sound, see
    You know it ain't yours
    It belongs to the P
    And the super-high court
    Crips they be smilin coz they know they black'n
    I rocks the party like (scratching)
    When I walk the street I don't fear no man
    Coz I wear the steel bandit on my hand
    It means "Original G", the Biz Markie,
    Sugar-free, Pepsi, max out my Sig,
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out the dance for the limelight
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
  • 作曲 : Panjabi MC
    Yeah
    Sumpin' wild
    Here come da sun, da crazy buddha smoker
    Hoods roll down'n'turnin' out the folk-a
    Got mixed vibes but the rhymes they be ringin'
    I'm pumpin' out the sh... with the nozzle swingin'
    Flavours they be rich like desi and water
    So bust out the glitch & roll the next doodah
    Right, drug got 'eavy
    Back it up the road like a Chevy
    7, 8, rim bring the grins from the singer,
    Bouncin' all around with the crazy bass bin
    I likes to check dem, rollin' around
    Shakin' up the ground and cussin' em down
    Like dat's da way it's cool with the fake DJs
    Sellin out the dance for the radio plays
    I's from the street
    I eat soiled meat
    I slap those dogs in the high concrete
    And I got souls for the stinkin'
    But the hip-hop word like, whatevah
    Roll a bag o' herbs in the king-size reefer
    And toke upon da sh... like Omar Sharif-a
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    Boo-uh!
    (Wailing/unintelligible)
    Times they be fresh like Kool & The Gang,
    Back in the days when they used to get down
    And nowadays they got men
    Knockin' at my door, and cuffin' up my hand
    Well they be suckahs and I be brown
    Like James, trippin' on a funky sound
    I gots the fat, dirty stinkin' fungus
    Rollin' down my throat and growin' in my lungus
    47 rings from the bins when I swing
    I thinks of the past when I smoke my tins
    Nowadays I gets paid for the rhymes when I'm bouncin'
    At times be trippin' like Richard Branson
    So get off my sound, see
    You know it ain't yours
    It belongs to the P
    And the super-high court
    Crips they be smilin coz they know they black'n
    I rocks the party like (scratching)
    When I walk the street I don't fear no man
    Coz I wear the steel bandit on my hand
    It means "Original G", the Biz Markie,
    Sugar-free, Pepsi, max out my Sig,
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out the dance for the limelight
    True MC's are born to fight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight
    Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight