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  • 作词 : McLean, Titus
    (Intro)
    Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin you know what I'm sayin
    With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jack whose names is Joe
    Check it check it check it yo c'mon
    (Lyrics)
    I been around, I been around
    I been around town
    Sounds you know I'm down
    That many cannot get down
    But not me, we kick it all day and night see
    Although you know in a minute
    Right now you know not who I be
    So I kick it for a second
    Yes I kick it for a sec
    Get wreck, and double check
    Got to play with your select
    Name is Dres, D-R-E-S
    Yes I guess that it is
    Ya gotta bag of buddha well smoke a sess
    I'm the type of brother that the girls always select
    It's not because they're out to come
    It's cause they're out to come correct
    I talk about a ho, because a ho I know
    And if you do the honey Tea
    then I guess too you would talk so
    Play me not, if my phone book is bigger
    Don't get hot cause I clock the fat figure
    Told ya I'm a singa got my finga on the trigga
    Cause everybody hates the fly *****
    Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic
    If your best to play it down
    Then you should walk faster
    Don't give me a pound if you bust that in your hand
    Play me out never cause I came to understand
    Do it to, for a minute
    I do for me too
    Push me up and I'll pull myself through
    Watch my back and I'll watch my front
    Got what I want, c-ya hate to be ya
    Got a nie, got a shot, got a catch twenty-two
    Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do
    Fightin over cities how they're fightin on my block
    Over there is liberation over here is for a rock
    No not pop rock, no not pop rock
    Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
    Do-do-after shock
    Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin
    I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin
    But one thring I learned, yo roll and take it
    Life is what you make it
  • 作词 : McLean, Titus
    (Intro)
    Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin you know what I'm sayin
    With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jack whose names is Joe
    Check it check it check it yo c'mon
    (Lyrics)
    I been around, I been around
    I been around town
    Sounds you know I'm down
    That many cannot get down
    But not me, we kick it all day and night see
    Although you know in a minute
    Right now you know not who I be
    So I kick it for a second
    Yes I kick it for a sec
    Get wreck, and double check
    Got to play with your select
    Name is Dres, D-R-E-S
    Yes I guess that it is
    Ya gotta bag of buddha well smoke a sess
    I'm the type of brother that the girls always select
    It's not because they're out to come
    It's cause they're out to come correct
    I talk about a ho, because a ho I know
    And if you do the honey Tea
    then I guess too you would talk so
    Play me not, if my phone book is bigger
    Don't get hot cause I clock the fat figure
    Told ya I'm a singa got my finga on the trigga
    Cause everybody hates the fly *****
    Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic
    If your best to play it down
    Then you should walk faster
    Don't give me a pound if you bust that in your hand
    Play me out never cause I came to understand
    Do it to, for a minute
    I do for me too
    Push me up and I'll pull myself through
    Watch my back and I'll watch my front
    Got what I want, c-ya hate to be ya
    Got a nie, got a shot, got a catch twenty-two
    Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do
    Fightin over cities how they're fightin on my block
    Over there is liberation over here is for a rock
    No not pop rock, no not pop rock
    Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
    Do-do-after shock
    Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin
    I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin
    But one thring I learned, yo roll and take it
    Life is what you make it