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  • 作词 : Mercer, Kelvin / Mason, Vincent / Jolicoeur, David
    作曲 : Mercer, Kelvin / Mason, Vincent / Jolicoeur, David
    Thank you, and for my latest basket of cherries
    Here it goes, baby
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Everything
    I do's gonna be fine
    Channeling in sync so my would bring what?
    Wit dat, causin' all fat
    I'm responsible for ya diet, keep it quiet
    Yo I got beats
    State this stitch on my national fabric
    My daughter will speak the arabic that's how
    I liftLevitate to my nation when holding up your nickels
    I pie like crumble so
    I Don like
    Rickles like green on the pickle
    My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch
    Ya eyes got the latch so catch the cut,
    I hold the rut
    For the people's reminder when in
    Maseo Path
    I be the finder of the patch
    Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the '
    Da Dip'Take the horse into the jolly ranch keep the hush
    The good, the bad, and
    Uncle Tom, beat it kid
    Show the sheep 'cause
    I found the food
    When I string the man wit the eye patch, the eye patch
    When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha, na, na, na
    It sniffs good
    Punks show disguises when
    I'm standing on the wood
    I be the in 'cause the brother holdin' glocks is out
    I be the in 'cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out
    I be the in 'cause the kid smokin' ****
    Shootin' seed which leads to a girl's stomach
    Being 'bout a half a ton is out
    Show the finger print
    And give me good grief for my lumber
    Pants will sag 'cause
    I'm licensed as a plumber
    Feel the Plug, yo, something's wrong here, now give a shout
    Yo what's up,
    I'd like to give a holler to
    Big fo 7 off in the
    Oaken oneI bring an income in to my baby girl
    Twyla in White
    PlainsAnd all my peoples out in
    DelawareYeah, yeah, yeah, and
    I like to give a shout out
    To all those rappers who dissed us on recordsand
    I wanna let you know you're still wack
    And oh yeah,
    I ain't mentioned no names 'cause you might ****
    All right,
    I'm sorry,
    I didn't know you were going back to that
    Ecoutez, Ecoutez
  • 作词 : Mercer, Kelvin / Mason, Vincent / Jolicoeur, David
    作曲 : Mercer, Kelvin / Mason, Vincent / Jolicoeur, David
    Thank you, and for my latest basket of cherries
    Here it goes, baby
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Everything
    I do's gonna be fine
    Channeling in sync so my would bring what?
    Wit dat, causin' all fat
    I'm responsible for ya diet, keep it quiet
    Yo I got beats
    State this stitch on my national fabric
    My daughter will speak the arabic that's how
    I liftLevitate to my nation when holding up your nickels
    I pie like crumble so
    I Don like
    Rickles like green on the pickle
    My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch
    Ya eyes got the latch so catch the cut,
    I hold the rut
    For the people's reminder when in
    Maseo Path
    I be the finder of the patch
    Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the '
    Da Dip'Take the horse into the jolly ranch keep the hush
    The good, the bad, and
    Uncle Tom, beat it kid
    Show the sheep 'cause
    I found the food
    When I string the man wit the eye patch, the eye patch
    When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha, na, na, na
    It sniffs good
    Punks show disguises when
    I'm standing on the wood
    I be the in 'cause the brother holdin' glocks is out
    I be the in 'cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out
    I be the in 'cause the kid smokin' ****
    Shootin' seed which leads to a girl's stomach
    Being 'bout a half a ton is out
    Show the finger print
    And give me good grief for my lumber
    Pants will sag 'cause
    I'm licensed as a plumber
    Feel the Plug, yo, something's wrong here, now give a shout
    Yo what's up,
    I'd like to give a holler to
    Big fo 7 off in the
    Oaken oneI bring an income in to my baby girl
    Twyla in White
    PlainsAnd all my peoples out in
    DelawareYeah, yeah, yeah, and
    I like to give a shout out
    To all those rappers who dissed us on recordsand
    I wanna let you know you're still wack
    And oh yeah,
    I ain't mentioned no names 'cause you might ****
    All right,
    I'm sorry,
    I didn't know you were going back to that
    Ecoutez, Ecoutez