作词 : Banks, Clinton, Clinton ... parlayin’ Ant Banks,Goldy Now, let me take you Way back to yester-year 'Cause it's best to hear: Goldy and Banks was tore up But now we guest-appear With my homie T-double Now we trouble And down with $hort Always wanted to fold A Benz and a 'lex to sport But on the way to the top They threw a wrench in the game 'Cause niggas snitching my name And punk bitches be lame So I bags up Pins my ears to the street And finds out niggas and hoes Don't want Banks having Nothing to eat Sh1t I feel ya Banks: When they smile in ya face and shake your hand And wonder when they see ya Why you ain't' saying, "what's up man?" Cause I be like strikin' Trying to get where I gotta be Goldy got love Why a busta want to be hot at me? Buster-A$$'n brown-nosing Douglas You say you hate it But you really love it When I spits it to the public I rides through the East Side Thumpin young tee-ramps Cause we champs Watch the cars sway As we parlay [hook] I can't take the heat So I'm stepping out the kitchen 'Cause these n1gga keep snitchin' And these hoes keep b1tchin' Like crabs in a bucket Trying to hold me back But I told you that Ain't no stopping 'Til I'm rolling phat I think it's too late 'Cause they're all in my koolaide Talking about if you paid Who you faded You running up smiling: Acting new-made You want the truth? I'll tell you "What's up, Doc" I don't cuts up rock I bust nuts up cock B1tch! The Oak Town is burned up I'm tired of Watching the next body turn up Fools is broke and trying to earn up But now it's real that I'm the one That jackers looking towards 'Cause I get paid For the beat, bass, raps and the chords So now they want put a hole in me And beat me down They didn't give a fxck when I was hurting Get me now! I'll be damned if I lose my ghetto pass Fxck driving through the Town With the pedal smashed I ride in the north And the west side But live in the middle-east I makes mail Takes hoes to hotels For a little peace I like to kick it, I'm a kid at heart Where did it start Where you can't ride and side Without being called a "mark"? So why can't I ride my old-school With the silver beam and the shift-kit? So me and him can get lit? I wanna be at a light and ask a fool "you wanted one?" When the light turns green I hit first, second, third and gun 'em I like to hit the intersection doing doe-nuts 'Til my tires go out-- hittin' corners But fxck an old-school Why can't I drive a Lexus or a Mercedes? Hoes wouldn't jock if they were ladies You're putting too much on the life of luxury Now I gotta go under like the thugs and Gs Why can't we kick it our way With jewels, houses, cars, broads, homies And Parlay? [hook] This is nineteen nine four Because I got none for One hoe And partner what you Want to show yo Gun fo? I gots to vest-up And ride with a thang 'Cause if they catch me in the crossfire Fools is catching blood stains You think you got a stripe For knocking one of my old broads Laying up pillow-talking about me? I gotta phone call Heard you started player-hating the Dangerous Crew: Said we ain't shit, we all broke And the thangs you knew Take something off, fool! You acting like we G'd yo momma You don't know me. Get to know me Don't proceed with drama B1tches be talking like parrots 14 karats of Goldy You never saw me You never know me 'Cause you only blow me Put your head in my lap I got you dead in my trap 'Cause you ain't feeling what I'm feelin' And what I said in my rap I want to saddle up And get behind that ass you got Say "Good Day" and blast off Like an astronaut And let you gossip While I sip Hendu, Cahlua and Bailey's Cream And wonder why you say these things Gary Payton got jacked for his 'lex, man He earned that. Let him sport it like the next man They didn't want to see us come from rags to riches They got jealous and turned straight fags and snitches We got love for the Town that we came from Got our game from But we can't beat the same drum So if you don't see us riding like we used to ride Don't trip because we ain't local-- now we nationwide We just want to live a player lifestyle With new hoes, a new houses Fxck a wife now We still kicks it in the town the hard way But in Atlanta, G.A We likes to parlay
[00:00.000] 作词 : Banks, Clinton, Clinton ... [00:00.849]parlayin’ [00:01.998]Ant Banks,Goldy [00:08.477]Now, let me take you [00:09.286]Way back to yester-year [00:10.253]'Cause it's best to hear: [00:11.193]Goldy and Banks was tore up [00:12.604]But now we guest-appear [00:13.832]With my homie T-double [00:14.615]Now we trouble [00:15.373]And down with $hort [00:16.548]Always wanted to fold [00:17.384]A Benz and a 'lex to sport [00:18.429]But on the way to the top [00:19.526]They threw a wrench in the game [00:20.754]'Cause niggas snitching my name [00:22.034]And punk bitches be lame [00:23.184]So I bags up [00:24.228]Pins my ears to the street [00:26.005]And finds out niggas and hoes [00:27.598]Don't want Banks having [00:28.356]Nothing to eat [00:28.904]Sh1t [00:29.140]I feel ya Banks: [00:29.766]When they smile in ya face and shake your hand [00:30.759]And wonder when they see ya [00:31.961]Why you ain't' saying, "what's up man?" [00:32.901]Cause I be like strikin' [00:34.207]Trying to get where I gotta be [00:35.278]Goldy got love [00:36.323]Why a busta want to be hot at me? [00:37.499]Buster-A$$'n brown-nosing Douglas [00:39.144]You say you hate it [00:40.451]But you really love it [00:41.339]When I spits it to the public [00:42.566]I rides through the East Side [00:43.690]Thumpin young tee-ramps [00:44.813]Cause we champs [00:45.701]Watch the cars sway [00:46.642]As we parlay [00:47.060][hook] [01:04.718]I can't take the heat [01:06.756]So I'm stepping out the kitchen [01:08.010]'Cause these n1gga keep snitchin' [01:09.368]And these hoes keep b1tchin' [01:10.544]Like crabs in a bucket [01:11.667]Trying to hold me back [01:12.973]But I told you that [01:14.018]Ain't no stopping [01:15.455]'Til I'm rolling phat [01:16.630]I think it's too late [01:16.996]'Cause they're all in my koolaide [01:17.571]Talking about if you paid [01:18.354]Who you faded [01:19.164]You running up smiling: [01:20.000]Acting new-made [01:20.757]You want the truth? [01:21.411]I'll tell you "What's up, Doc" [01:22.246]I don't cuts up rock [01:23.187]I bust nuts up cock [01:24.336]B1tch! [01:24.989]The Oak Town is burned up [01:25.956]I'm tired of [01:26.635]Watching the next body turn up [01:27.654]Fools is broke and trying to earn up [01:29.247]But now it's real that I'm the one [01:31.076]That jackers looking towards [01:32.095]'Cause I get paid [01:32.800]For the beat, bass, raps and the chords [01:33.793]So now they want put a hole in me [01:34.785]And beat me down [01:36.614]They didn't give a fxck when I was hurting [01:38.521]Get me now! [01:39.278]I'll be damned if I lose my ghetto pass [01:40.872]Fxck driving through the Town [01:43.014]With the pedal smashed [01:44.137]I ride in the north [01:44.947]And the west side [01:46.018]But live in the middle-east [01:46.593]I makes mail [01:47.298]Takes hoes to hotels [01:48.238]For a little peace [01:48.604]I like to kick it, I'm a kid at heart [01:50.067]Where did it start [01:50.746]Where you can't ride and side [01:51.791]Without being called a "mark"? [01:52.862]So why can't I ride my old-school [01:54.377]With the silver beam and the shift-kit? [01:55.735]So me and him can get lit? [01:56.859]I wanna be at a light and ask a fool [01:59.628]"you wanted one?" [02:00.281]When the light turns green [02:01.038]I hit first, second, third and gun 'em [02:02.475]I like to hit the intersection doing doe-nuts [02:04.643]'Til my tires go out-- hittin' corners [02:05.296]But fxck an old-school [02:06.080]Why can't I drive a Lexus or a Mercedes? [02:10.834]Hoes wouldn't jock if they were ladies [02:11.905]You're putting too much on the life of luxury [02:14.152]Now I gotta go under like the thugs and Gs [02:16.555]Why can't we kick it our way [02:18.932]With jewels, houses, cars, broads, homies [02:20.526]And Parlay? [02:21.571][hook] [02:49.313]This is nineteen nine four [02:50.619]Because I got none for [02:51.455]One hoe [02:52.212]And partner what you [02:53.492]Want to show yo [02:53.962]Gun fo? [02:54.615]I gots to vest-up [02:55.451]And ride with a thang [02:56.392]'Cause if they catch me in the crossfire [02:57.515]Fools is catching blood stains [02:58.926]You think you got a stripe [02:59.997]For knocking one of my old broads [03:01.068]Laying up pillow-talking about me? [03:02.661]I gotta phone call [03:03.837]Heard you started player-hating the Dangerous Crew: [03:05.665]Said we ain't shit, we all broke [03:07.442]And the thangs you knew [03:08.486]Take something off, fool! [03:09.505]You acting like we G'd yo momma [03:10.681]You don't know me. Get to know me [03:11.908]Don't proceed with drama [03:13.215]B1tches be talking like parrots [03:14.442]14 karats of Goldy [03:15.513]You never saw me [03:16.454]You never know me [03:17.055]'Cause you only blow me [03:18.629]Put your head in my lap [03:19.857]I got you dead in my trap [03:20.006]'Cause you ain't feeling what I'm feelin' [03:21.469]And what I said in my rap [03:22.645]I want to saddle up [03:23.794]And get behind that ass you got [03:24.656]Say "Good Day" and blast off [03:26.250]Like an astronaut [03:27.190]And let you gossip [03:28.209]While I sip [03:28.914]Hendu, Cahlua and Bailey's Cream [03:29.959]And wonder why you say these things [03:31.971]Gary Payton got jacked for his 'lex, man [03:34.139]He earned that. Let him sport it like the next man [03:36.751]They didn't want to see us come from rags to riches [03:38.527]They got jealous and turned straight fags and snitches [03:41.192]We got love for the Town that we came from [03:48.349]Got our game from [03:49.342]But we can't beat the same drum [03:50.857]So if you don't see us riding like we used to ride [03:52.816]Don't trip because we ain't local-- now we nationwide [03:55.428]We just want to live a player lifestyle [03:57.257]With new hoes, a new houses [03:59.713]Fxck a wife now [04:00.418]We still kicks it in the town the hard way [04:02.429]But in Atlanta, G.A [04:03.971]We likes to parlay
