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  • 作词 : Aguilar, Coles, Diggs, Harris ...
    You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another mother****** hardrock" ->
    ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" ->
    ODB "Introducing, yo ************* that *************'s name!" ->
    ODB "If you wanna step to my mother****** rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" ->
    ODB "Gimme my ****** *************t, chk-chk, BLAOW!" ->
    ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.." [Parrish Smith]
    On my knees at the mercy of
    God Straight up back up
    I keeps it hard
    You like to watch but can't touch this ************* or catch a charge
    Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
    ****** coolo make you quit rap and go sing with
    Menudo Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
    Overachieve,
    I'd rather be rockin
    Apollo Creed
    Time to speak up, ************* *************z droppin these weak cuts
    We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers for the
    Mic Dons, ?? ??,
    PMD *************nin with my stripes on in the saddle, ************* around, get your *************t rattled
    No paddles up *************t's creek when time to battle
    Same place, same bat time, so ************* a bat channel
    This *************, object of game, get your pockets bigger
    Biggie, Pac, and
    Eaze - one love, them still my ****** *************z [215]
    We don't need no gat, just ************* me ****** back and watch me spitfire my ?volerical? fact
    It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin ain't peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
    Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap than a black cat, on a black night, and
    I'm black in the moon*************nin,
    I'm sippin
    Starsky and
    Hutch while my rims blindin, while
    P rollin the
    Dutch Cause
    I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
    Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
    Who the *************'s in charge?
    Charles Laston
    Sauls I got his mom suckin my ************* like a fresh pack of
    Halls Right hand to
    Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
    Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw when
    I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
    EPMD, 215, and 8-
    Off Agallah [8-Off]
    Yo 215, who the
    ************* was them cats up in the car?
    One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
    Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars
    Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the
    G's People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam
    When I blow off the top
    I got this cream like
    Bill Rothstein
    And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
    So put your hands together, get your mans together
    Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together
    Soldier mind crime *************, *************-down live ************* 8-
    Off's gonna hit em like, five *************z, suprise *************z [Erick Sermon]
    Aiyyo you hit em like that
    I bust em from the back, to the extreme
    Hit em up, make em scream like a *************
    And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up and bounce, then for luck,
    I throw a six up
    And hook off like
    Prince Naseem a head
    Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
    Step to me bourgeoise?
    Fancy as Dandy?
    You get killed, like you was
    Jon-Benet
    Ramsey And some of y'all just plain civilians
    Talkin *************t, and never even seen a million
    Actin like y'all
    Sicilians, when y'all *************z with small figures, and chasin gold diggers (Mother******s)
    Don't even come up to me yappin
    Or you'll
    Die Hard with
    Bruce and
    Sam Jackson
    Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
    I'm a Dogg 4
    Life like my *************
    Ja Rule Who wanna flex, with the influential with mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
    The mic and the beat, now *************t's complete for me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another mother****** hardrock" ->
    ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" ->
    ODB "Introducing, yo ************* that *************'s name!" ->
    ODB "If you wanna step to my mother****** rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" ->
    ODB "Gimme my ****** *************t, chk-chk, BLAOW!" ->
    ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked..
  • 作词 : Aguilar, Coles, Diggs, Harris ...
    You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another mother****** hardrock" ->
    ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" ->
    ODB "Introducing, yo ************* that *************'s name!" ->
    ODB "If you wanna step to my mother****** rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" ->
    ODB "Gimme my ****** *************t, chk-chk, BLAOW!" ->
    ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.." [Parrish Smith]
    On my knees at the mercy of
    God Straight up back up
    I keeps it hard
    You like to watch but can't touch this ************* or catch a charge
    Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
    ****** coolo make you quit rap and go sing with
    Menudo Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
    Overachieve,
    I'd rather be rockin
    Apollo Creed
    Time to speak up, ************* *************z droppin these weak cuts
    We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers for the
    Mic Dons, ?? ??,
    PMD *************nin with my stripes on in the saddle, ************* around, get your *************t rattled
    No paddles up *************t's creek when time to battle
    Same place, same bat time, so ************* a bat channel
    This *************, object of game, get your pockets bigger
    Biggie, Pac, and
    Eaze - one love, them still my ****** *************z [215]
    We don't need no gat, just ************* me ****** back and watch me spitfire my ?volerical? fact
    It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin ain't peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
    Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap than a black cat, on a black night, and
    I'm black in the moon*************nin,
    I'm sippin
    Starsky and
    Hutch while my rims blindin, while
    P rollin the
    Dutch Cause
    I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
    Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
    Who the *************'s in charge?
    Charles Laston
    Sauls I got his mom suckin my ************* like a fresh pack of
    Halls Right hand to
    Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
    Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw when
    I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
    EPMD, 215, and 8-
    Off Agallah [8-Off]
    Yo 215, who the
    ************* was them cats up in the car?
    One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
    Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars
    Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the
    G's People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam
    When I blow off the top
    I got this cream like
    Bill Rothstein
    And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
    So put your hands together, get your mans together
    Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together
    Soldier mind crime *************, *************-down live ************* 8-
    Off's gonna hit em like, five *************z, suprise *************z [Erick Sermon]
    Aiyyo you hit em like that
    I bust em from the back, to the extreme
    Hit em up, make em scream like a *************
    And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up and bounce, then for luck,
    I throw a six up
    And hook off like
    Prince Naseem a head
    Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
    Step to me bourgeoise?
    Fancy as Dandy?
    You get killed, like you was
    Jon-Benet
    Ramsey And some of y'all just plain civilians
    Talkin *************t, and never even seen a million
    Actin like y'all
    Sicilians, when y'all *************z with small figures, and chasin gold diggers (Mother******s)
    Don't even come up to me yappin
    Or you'll
    Die Hard with
    Bruce and
    Sam Jackson
    Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
    I'm a Dogg 4
    Life like my *************
    Ja Rule Who wanna flex, with the influential with mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
    The mic and the beat, now *************t's complete for me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another mother****** hardrock" ->
    ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" ->
    ODB "Introducing, yo ************* that *************'s name!" ->
    ODB "If you wanna step to my mother****** rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" ->
    ODB "Gimme my ****** *************t, chk-chk, BLAOW!" ->
    ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked..