作词 : R. Myer/R. Montgomery 作曲 : C.E. Martin/A. Markeith Reid/R. Myer/R. Montgomery Intro: sample I am here to make something perfectly clear Verse 1: Royce da 5'9" Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying While I'm chilling abroad with a broad that's Bulgarian With my ************* in her jaws, giving her heart failure Licking it down under like living in Australia With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft I score at will, but when you this fly It's either limit the sky or the unlimited fall Feel like I'm living the life of the infamous, raw criminal Who's been spinning inside the mirror in the sky Suspended in time like the General Zod Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and- Chorus: Royce da 5'9" You ain't gotta respect me But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun Verse 2: Royce da 5'9" God of the semi-automatic But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god I'm sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue Tall-spending, living large And this to y'all *************s long-winded I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off Convict of brown bricks and raw I keep the same down chick around different tours I tore down *************t before and now the *************t be more 'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured And your *************t for clowns, CB4 I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or It'd be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war Chorus: Royce da 5'9" You ain't gotta respect me But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun Verse 3: Roc Marciano Facts, I might air you with gats, dump your body out on Fairfax Played the trap, laid on the air mat before rap I had the .44 Mag in the velour bag Bagging *************, had a bickering back and forth This ain't badminton I had to admit, that *************t bad for business I like 'em bad, I seen your women friend get apprehended It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping Hopped out the albino rhino I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones I'm too refined, I'm not common folk Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold I was rocking Moto seven years ago, you *************s slow Just dig the hole and don't be difficult I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked Chorus: Royce da 5'9" You ain't gotta respect me But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun Interlude: DJ Premier PRhyme, ride out Chorus: Royce da 5'9" You ain't gotta respect me But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun
[00:00.000] 作词 : R. Myer/R. Montgomery [00:01.000] 作曲 : C.E. Martin/A. Markeith Reid/R. Myer/R. Montgomery [00:04.16]Intro: sample [00:04.81]I am here to make something perfectly clear [00:08.81]Verse 1: Royce da 5'9" [00:09.40]Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians [00:13.44]Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying [00:16.33]While I'm chilling abroad with a broad that's Bulgarian [00:19.27]With my ************* in her jaws, giving her heart failure [00:22.00]Licking it down under like living in Australia [00:24.81]With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft [00:27.94]I score at will, but when you this fly [00:30.18]It's either limit the sky or the unlimited fall [00:32.99]Feel like I'm living the life of the infamous, raw criminal [00:36.95]Who's been spinning inside the mirror in the sky [00:39.09]Suspended in time like the General Zod [00:41.19]Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord [00:44.63]Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and- [00:46.41]Chorus: Royce da 5'9" [00:46.72]You ain't gotta respect me [00:49.16]But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun [00:53.73]Verse 2: Royce da 5'9" [00:53.87]God of the semi-automatic [00:55.62]But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god [00:57.86]I'm sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue [01:01.20]Tall-spending, living large [01:04.17]And this to y'all *************s long-winded [01:06.32]I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off [01:08.91]Convict of brown bricks and raw [01:11.79]I keep the same down chick around different tours [01:14.49]I tore down *************t before and now the *************t be more [01:17.13]'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured [01:19.27]And your *************t for clowns, CB4 [01:21.27]I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or [01:24.36]It'd be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas [01:27.68]Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war [01:30.78]Chorus: Royce da 5'9" [01:30.98]You ain't gotta respect me [01:33.12]But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun [01:37.10]Verse 3: Roc Marciano [01:37.70]Facts, I might air you with gats, dump your body out on Fairfax [01:42.00]Played the trap, laid on the air mat before rap [01:44.53]I had the .44 Mag in the velour bag [01:47.26]Bagging *************, had a bickering back and forth [01:49.76]This ain't badminton [01:50.96]I had to admit, that *************t bad for business [01:52.95]I like 'em bad, I seen your women friend get apprehended [01:55.53]It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping [01:58.32]Hopped out the albino rhino [02:00.21]I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones [02:02.01]I'm too refined, I'm not common folk [02:03.90]Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold [02:06.54]I was rocking Moto seven years ago, you *************s slow [02:10.88]Just dig the hole and don't be difficult [02:12.77]I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked [02:14.56]Chorus: Royce da 5'9" [02:14.77]You ain't gotta respect me [02:17.10]But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun [02:22.04]Interlude: DJ Premier [02:22.10]PRhyme, ride out [02:58.32]Chorus: Royce da 5'9" [02:59.32]You ain't gotta respect me [03:01.51]But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun
