作词 : Frederick J. Tipton 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman My brother said, "Don't say that" I said, "F*ck that, I'm gon' get a whoopin' anyway! It don't make no goddamn difference." F*ck that, I'm not goin' to find sh*t What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, what the f*ck?" (Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherf*cker Take the garbage out Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, n*gga, what Yeah Yeah-yeah Finna up the flows to the God level, n*gga, what Yeah, check-check Yeah, mic check-check Yeah, n*gga, check-check Yeah, b*tch, check-check Yeah, yeah Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah) Hit a b*tch with that extended clip or that revolver Sh*t'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang) Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby I can smell the 'caine burnin' Michael Jordan, 1985, b*tch, I travel with a c*caine circus Put them F'in Xs on your clowned ass Catch a n*gga up and leave him down bad I go get a pack and take a n*gga town And f*ck his b*tches with my out-of-town ass Bomb on n*ggas like Nagasaki Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi Drop the check on the b*tch Man, these n*ggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis B*tch, I f*ck up your face with a razor How I make sure your motherf*ckin' family can't view your body N*gga thuggin' and sh*t, put my blood in this sh*t Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati) Joe Pesci, push your product You n*ggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic On the run like Assata, so f*ck the police As a n*gga be chillin' in the hotbox (Hoppin' out the box) Police caught him with a whole thang Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin' Gangland, made a lane in it Dip my name in it, it's some gang murder All my reps in the crack files, b*tch, I got 'em up out the vault I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them contenders off (Them contenders off) Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby I can smell the 'caine burnin' Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder 1985, Michael Jordan, b*tch, I travel with a c*caine circus Flow God level, like when HOV speak I make a song weep, I got the game hurt B*tch, yeah-yeah Flow God level, like when HOV speak I make a song weep, I got the game hurt Yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, check-check Check-check Mic check-check Check-check N*ggas need a check-check, yeah We got everybody in the house, tonight I'll wait for my DJ to get ready Nah
[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton [00:00.372] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman [00:00.745]My brother said, "Don't say that" [00:01.920]I said, "F*ck that, I'm gon' get a whoopin' anyway! [00:03.514]It don't make no goddamn difference." [00:06.387]F*ck that, I'm not goin' to find sh*t [00:13.022]What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, what the f*ck?" [00:21.173](Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherf*cker [00:23.184]Take the garbage out [00:24.595]Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, n*gga, what [00:28.618]Yeah [00:30.394]Yeah-yeah [00:32.092]Finna up the flows to the God level, n*gga, what [00:35.827]Yeah, check-check [00:39.484]Yeah, mic check-check [00:43.142]Yeah, n*gga, check-check [00:46.877]Yeah, b*tch, check-check [00:49.437]Yeah, yeah [00:51.161]Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah) [00:53.904]Hit a b*tch with that extended clip or that revolver [00:56.098]Sh*t'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang) [00:57.587]Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby [00:59.625]I can smell the 'caine burnin' [01:01.244]Michael Jordan, 1985, b*tch, I travel with a c*caine circus [01:04.562]Put them F'in Xs on your clowned ass [01:06.156]Catch a n*gga up and leave him down bad [01:08.089]I go get a pack and take a n*gga town [01:09.891]And f*ck his b*tches with my out-of-town ass [01:11.772]Bomb on n*ggas like Nagasaki [01:13.104]Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi [01:15.011]Drop the check on the b*tch [01:16.082]Man, these n*ggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis [01:18.538]B*tch, I f*ck up your face with a razor [01:20.209]How I make sure your motherf*ckin' family can't view your body [01:22.247]N*gga thuggin' and sh*t, put my blood in this sh*t [01:23.867]Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati) [01:26.923]Joe Pesci, push your product [01:28.072]You n*ggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic [01:29.822]On the run like Assata, so f*ck the police [01:31.416]As a n*gga be chillin' in the hotbox (Hoppin' out the box) [01:33.819]Police caught him with a whole thang [01:35.491]Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin' [01:37.502]Gangland, made a lane in it [01:39.253]Dip my name in it, it's some gang murder [01:41.003]All my reps in the crack files, b*tch, I got 'em up out the vault [01:44.138]I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them contenders off (Them contenders off) [01:48.474]Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby [01:50.773]I can smell the 'caine burnin' [01:51.974]Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder [01:55.762]1985, Michael Jordan, b*tch, I travel with a c*caine circus [01:59.315]Flow God level, like when HOV speak [02:01.091]I make a song weep, I got the game hurt [02:03.964]B*tch, yeah-yeah [02:06.551]Flow God level, like when HOV speak [02:08.405]I make a song weep, I got the game hurt [02:10.704]Yeah, yeah-yeah [02:14.283]Yeah, check-check [02:18.384]Check-check [02:19.873]Mic check-check [02:21.676]Check-check [02:23.164]N*ggas need a check-check, yeah [02:25.071]We got everybody in the house, tonight [02:26.482]I'll wait for my DJ to get ready [02:30.035]Nah
