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  • 作曲 : Brooks, Brown, Robinson, Smith
    (feat. Kurupt Young Gotti)
    [Kurupt Young Gotti]
    Ever since I was young I wanted to be
    Somethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh...
    [J-Ro] We promote violins!
    [Y.G.] Yeah - check me out
    [J-Ro] We promote violins!
    [Y.G.] E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro[?]
    [Y.G.] Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth..
    (Let's go, Kurupt..)
    [Kurupt]
    May I laugh [?] to yourself, shells
    Before honor and war I just can't tell
    I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off
    The art of warfare in here violence is off (ha)
    Po-po's gone, periscopes on
    Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone
    And show her that war is war, fours and forty-fours
    Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards
    Head up the concourse, like [?] in concourse
    Scissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda Accords
    I'm perfect with every note, 'til the periscope's on
    Play like the accordian perfect with every chord
    We combine, mental body and soul's Columbine
    Hope floats like public streams, ravines
    Harm forces that bear armed forces
    Puttin body parts all over walls and public signs
    Anxious as Ginuwine
    Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier
    Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba
    Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tuba
    Dead in the head shells shed red October
    Shed and spread, **** and pop the glock only
    I'm with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like
    ********** - get the ***** off my **********
    I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs
    Crank, crystalized coke in lines
    I don't give a ***** (we don't give a ***** about nuttin)
    I don't give a ***** (we don't give a ***** about nuttin)
    I don't give a ***** (we don't give a ***** about nuttin)
    [J-Ro]
    You the only one walkin around with a hot stolen gun
    Thinkin you Napolean and dream of holdin some
    While I'm rollin one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal
    Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin ate up by the seagulls
    Now you out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin
    In the cold sneezin
    While I'm takin pictures cheesin at the Likwid meetin eatin
    And we all got heat that be repeatin for you knee-gaz
    We trippin sippin on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
    Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
    I need a NURSE (why J?) before my head burst
    From divin headfirst into your local networks
    Some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
    Some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes
    I hope that, MC'sll get a lot of G's per rap
    Cause while the microphones are on, the place I'll spit my words at
    If I was in the ring with four men, they'd have to get more men
    With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin
    King Tee and Tha Liks, and Kurupt ***** it up like
    **********, get the ***** off my **********
    I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons
    **********, rats, sluts with big butts
    I don't give a ***** (I don't give a *****)
    I don't give a ***** (I don't give a MOTHER*****)
    [Tash]
    (There it is.. there it goes..)
    So while the clock be tock tickin Tha Liks be hop hippin
    Straight drop-kickin victims 'til they egos stop trippin
    **********in while my set is on set to set it off
    While they set to set-trippin but still can't get it off
    This section sectioned off for the fly hoes and Alkies
    Y'all *****z know the rules you can't pop bottles without me
    It's Likwid, and all my *****z is Don Kings
    Gettin drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
    Cause ain't nuttin changed but the size of the bottles
    We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass wobble
    So look but don't touch cause everybody know the facts is
    Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks with actors
    Still with Tha Liks, alcoholed it up like
    **********, get the ***** off my **********
    I got juice, gin, Mo' (Cris) Hen
    Walkin in the mall with thirty thousand to spend
    So ***** y'all (we, don't, give, a)
    [Kurupt]
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a *****
  • 作曲 : Brooks, Brown, Robinson, Smith
    (feat. Kurupt Young Gotti)
    [Kurupt Young Gotti]
    Ever since I was young I wanted to be
    Somethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh...
    [J-Ro] We promote violins!
    [Y.G.] Yeah - check me out
    [J-Ro] We promote violins!
    [Y.G.] E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro[?]
    [Y.G.] Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth..
    (Let's go, Kurupt..)
    [Kurupt]
    May I laugh [?] to yourself, shells
    Before honor and war I just can't tell
    I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off
    The art of warfare in here violence is off (ha)
    Po-po's gone, periscopes on
    Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone
    And show her that war is war, fours and forty-fours
    Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards
    Head up the concourse, like [?] in concourse
    Scissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda Accords
    I'm perfect with every note, 'til the periscope's on
    Play like the accordian perfect with every chord
    We combine, mental body and soul's Columbine
    Hope floats like public streams, ravines
    Harm forces that bear armed forces
    Puttin body parts all over walls and public signs
    Anxious as Ginuwine
    Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier
    Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba
    Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tuba
    Dead in the head shells shed red October
    Shed and spread, **** and pop the glock only
    I'm with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like
    ********** - get the ***** off my **********
    I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs
    Crank, crystalized coke in lines
    I don't give a ***** (we don't give a ***** about nuttin)
    I don't give a ***** (we don't give a ***** about nuttin)
    I don't give a ***** (we don't give a ***** about nuttin)
    [J-Ro]
    You the only one walkin around with a hot stolen gun
    Thinkin you Napolean and dream of holdin some
    While I'm rollin one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal
    Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin ate up by the seagulls
    Now you out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin
    In the cold sneezin
    While I'm takin pictures cheesin at the Likwid meetin eatin
    And we all got heat that be repeatin for you knee-gaz
    We trippin sippin on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
    Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
    I need a NURSE (why J?) before my head burst
    From divin headfirst into your local networks
    Some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
    Some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes
    I hope that, MC'sll get a lot of G's per rap
    Cause while the microphones are on, the place I'll spit my words at
    If I was in the ring with four men, they'd have to get more men
    With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin
    King Tee and Tha Liks, and Kurupt ***** it up like
    **********, get the ***** off my **********
    I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons
    **********, rats, sluts with big butts
    I don't give a ***** (I don't give a *****)
    I don't give a ***** (I don't give a MOTHER*****)
    [Tash]
    (There it is.. there it goes..)
    So while the clock be tock tickin Tha Liks be hop hippin
    Straight drop-kickin victims 'til they egos stop trippin
    **********in while my set is on set to set it off
    While they set to set-trippin but still can't get it off
    This section sectioned off for the fly hoes and Alkies
    Y'all *****z know the rules you can't pop bottles without me
    It's Likwid, and all my *****z is Don Kings
    Gettin drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
    Cause ain't nuttin changed but the size of the bottles
    We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass wobble
    So look but don't touch cause everybody know the facts is
    Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks with actors
    Still with Tha Liks, alcoholed it up like
    **********, get the ***** off my **********
    I got juice, gin, Mo' (Cris) Hen
    Walkin in the mall with thirty thousand to spend
    So ***** y'all (we, don't, give, a)
    [Kurupt]
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a ***** (*****, don't, give, a)
    I don't give a *****