作曲 : M. Thurston Cox CheahKnow what this s*it sound like right ******? That old gun out music in the hood right? You hear it *****, don't be scared ***** My ****** is wit' me, we focused man, yeah Get low in the building, y'know, ***** Let's do it, c'mon, yo It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, ***** You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a ***** face into baby food, blah Get it clear, now why they lookin' for SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is here I got a few in my hood In case a ***** ever get the feelin' and he think that he could Or would, pull sket on me I could show you first hand what's a felony And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming This is not not, no, no, motherf****ng game Entertain you motherf****rs is not why I cameIt's R.O.C. and M.O.P.I wipe floors wit' little ****** for f****n' wit' my team My ***** think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MCBut yo big, tell god I said naah, 'cuz he throw like a ***** When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here Why the **** you throw it over there The whole rap game turned into a 2- Pac-a-donGangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and c**k in your palm Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars Now you got your 2- Pac costume on First of all, y'all ****** gon' need more songs This M.O.P. ***** we put it down Motherf****rs trying to figure me out Wanna see what a ***** be 'bout But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as **** Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour Naw *****, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin' The Ville still gunnnin' Runnin' I come from the Browns where ****** don't play fair It's no love lost 'cuz it was never none there Put me in a position to blast I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fis*in' for bass So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you To small pieces and FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces We hold fort, we don't give a **** about you Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the s*it out you Bill's, not concerned wit' a turn and it's the s*ine' Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, ***** In '87, I started my career I'll jump back and get it goin' this year I live my life, in crime time ***** And that's about the size of it
作曲 : M. Thurston Cox CheahKnow what this s*it sound like right ******? That old gun out music in the hood right? You hear it *****, don't be scared ***** My ****** is wit' me, we focused man, yeah Get low in the building, y'know, ***** Let's do it, c'mon, yo It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, ***** You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a ***** face into baby food, blah Get it clear, now why they lookin' for SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is here I got a few in my hood In case a ***** ever get the feelin' and he think that he could Or would, pull sket on me I could show you first hand what's a felony And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming This is not not, no, no, motherf****ng game Entertain you motherf****rs is not why I cameIt's R.O.C. and M.O.P.I wipe floors wit' little ****** for f****n' wit' my team My ***** think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MCBut yo big, tell god I said naah, 'cuz he throw like a ***** When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here Why the **** you throw it over there The whole rap game turned into a 2- Pac-a-donGangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and c**k in your palm Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars Now you got your 2- Pac costume on First of all, y'all ****** gon' need more songs This M.O.P. ***** we put it down Motherf****rs trying to figure me out Wanna see what a ***** be 'bout But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as **** Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour Naw *****, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin' The Ville still gunnnin' Runnin' I come from the Browns where ****** don't play fair It's no love lost 'cuz it was never none there Put me in a position to blast I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fis*in' for bass So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you To small pieces and FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces We hold fort, we don't give a **** about you Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the s*it out you Bill's, not concerned wit' a turn and it's the s*ine' Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, ***** In '87, I started my career I'll jump back and get it goin' this year I live my life, in crime time ***** And that's about the size of it
