作曲 : Peter Brown/D. Williams/R. Wade/R. Murray/T. Calloway Man Pass that, what Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto I'm blowin dodo on a low low, duckin from the popo I'm known to hit the city traffic Grippin the millimatic for static Catch me up all up ya' Bentley jackin' Your stereo system drillinatics When I'm open for the law Through it all, we deliquents Yeah A-wall and juvi hall With a stink cent, from chronic dogg Through out my car, THC all through all my cigar With a drink bent, about to vomit all over the yard My loose spits freely roamin' the reservoir My tooth chipped, now I spit better bars My crew sick, persuing the stars and to shoe fits We're not the ones to hate on a fool with on-ones The wrong young guns to screw with We assasins, from head to toe Stay in tune with, ball with us, it's Russian rulette Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Hey, the way I feel, I like smoking Ah hurry up showty', roll the joint Oh work it out little mama Let me see your ass scrub the floor And ohh lord, the straigh henessey hit me in the spot And ohh lord, party like it's the last day you got Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie Dungeon Family, from ATL to LA all day and philly philly See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas Get with the perty mild, reppin' the dirty south Roscoe, Keko, Rico, Sleepy and Cee-lo Yeah, we rollin' Geo's on the d-lo in g-mode Now this is what sounds like, when the g's cry We ease up, speed by ya, and squeeze fire I'm bicostal don, I'm off the wire, in all bulletproof attire Until the day I retire, Me and bro, we share two heeps and one vest We keep em' underneath the seat, So come test the young jack rabbit, with a bad habbit The jab rabbit, rap addict Ever since I first took a stab at it Up in the lab slash attic With the studio set up, and the walls padded Yeah Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack)
作曲 : Peter Brown/D. Williams/R. Wade/R. Murray/T. Calloway Man Pass that, what Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto I'm blowin dodo on a low low, duckin from the popo I'm known to hit the city traffic Grippin the millimatic for static Catch me up all up ya' Bentley jackin' Your stereo system drillinatics When I'm open for the law Through it all, we deliquents Yeah A-wall and juvi hall With a stink cent, from chronic dogg Through out my car, THC all through all my cigar With a drink bent, about to vomit all over the yard My loose spits freely roamin' the reservoir My tooth chipped, now I spit better bars My crew sick, persuing the stars and to shoe fits We're not the ones to hate on a fool with on-ones The wrong young guns to screw with We assasins, from head to toe Stay in tune with, ball with us, it's Russian rulette Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Hey, the way I feel, I like smoking Ah hurry up showty', roll the joint Oh work it out little mama Let me see your ass scrub the floor And ohh lord, the straigh henessey hit me in the spot And ohh lord, party like it's the last day you got Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie Dungeon Family, from ATL to LA all day and philly philly See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas Get with the perty mild, reppin' the dirty south Roscoe, Keko, Rico, Sleepy and Cee-lo Yeah, we rollin' Geo's on the d-lo in g-mode Now this is what sounds like, when the g's cry We ease up, speed by ya, and squeeze fire I'm bicostal don, I'm off the wire, in all bulletproof attire Until the day I retire, Me and bro, we share two heeps and one vest We keep em' underneath the seat, So come test the young jack rabbit, with a bad habbit The jab rabbit, rap addict Ever since I first took a stab at it Up in the lab slash attic With the studio set up, and the walls padded Yeah Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack)
