作曲 : Downes, Marcelino, Styles ... Yo, I rock the **** out I don't know 'bout everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherf****r Get this straight and fix your face I ain't gotta sell millions, I'm in the buildings With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight Listen c********r and clown, I'll be leaving you cut You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down ****** driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back Be the only damn way I'll be f****n' around And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now And you gon' get popped in the head, true story Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some RedMe, I'm on the move only stopping for bread Double R and D-Block *****, copper and lead Whaddup?Stay in the zone I don't know why the **** you amped, yo Got hoodrat b*****s carryin' birds on the public transpo ****** in the hood that go out like RamboThey hot since 138th had that [unverified] Young Buck, dumb **** Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg I got class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm onThirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean PaulBeef wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all On my Slick Rick s*it, y'all could lick the b***s I been cool 'coz ****** is asthma **** that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash Whaddup?Pass that blunt, ***** I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off ****** ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya All y'all fags'll get ate like clams This is a blood sport *****, you could call me J Van DamAll these so called ' Guerrillas' be tellin' I'ma rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, motherf****r Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug? I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club ***** *****, bow your head in the presence of G'sLoad the lead up and squeeze, I'm a Great Dane, ****** is fleas F****n' rats can't wait to call cops' Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops J-Hood *****, my name rang in the ghetto' Coz I'm O. G. and I play the streetz like a cello
作曲 : Downes, Marcelino, Styles ... Yo, I rock the **** out I don't know 'bout everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherf****r Get this straight and fix your face I ain't gotta sell millions, I'm in the buildings With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight Listen c********r and clown, I'll be leaving you cut You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down ****** driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back Be the only damn way I'll be f****n' around And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now And you gon' get popped in the head, true story Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some RedMe, I'm on the move only stopping for bread Double R and D-Block *****, copper and lead Whaddup?Stay in the zone I don't know why the **** you amped, yo Got hoodrat b*****s carryin' birds on the public transpo ****** in the hood that go out like RamboThey hot since 138th had that [unverified] Young Buck, dumb **** Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg I got class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm onThirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean PaulBeef wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all On my Slick Rick s*it, y'all could lick the b***s I been cool 'coz ****** is asthma **** that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash Whaddup?Pass that blunt, ***** I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off ****** ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya All y'all fags'll get ate like clams This is a blood sport *****, you could call me J Van DamAll these so called ' Guerrillas' be tellin' I'ma rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, motherf****r Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug? I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club ***** *****, bow your head in the presence of G'sLoad the lead up and squeeze, I'm a Great Dane, ****** is fleas F****n' rats can't wait to call cops' Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops J-Hood *****, my name rang in the ghetto' Coz I'm O. G. and I play the streetz like a cello
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