作词 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch 作曲 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch Gotta bring it to you [?] cowards And it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas– Yeah, uh, look
You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some bitches, huh Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits Feel the kick, **** a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit? First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess' On the hill, talkin' shit like Skip Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks Zone 6, five fingers with the "Suck my dick" Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip Blood red rum sippin', they ain't cut like this
Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" "Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't It's gon' be so bad, yeah When the girl went off on Precious The girl went off on Precious The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside Exactly, exactly That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hol— Look, check, look
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe? You bleed, I bleed and draw blood I'm a ****in' artiste, Artest with the gun I can give my world peace, give your world ether Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak And I'm sorry that your bullshit leaked See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope They ask for my coat when I walk in the door God flow, I don't walk on the floor God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door Crack in the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin' no more, come on
'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter Mindin' my business, I am not you 'Round in my city, I am my shooter Mindin' my business, I am not you 'Round in my city, I am my shooter Mindin' my business, I am not you 'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look) Mindin' my business (Uh, look), how about you?
Look, uh, I do it for royal and [Roseline?] Is he precious? Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (Hey) Is he athletic as ****? All-American star, hard head Scholarship at a school in New Orleans On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (Hey) Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead Gotta stay on point like a marksman Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee Handed a diploma, all the ruse say, "Hooray" Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray? I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section With the football team and a couple other professionals It sound cool but really, this a confessional Twenty minutes in it, Precious done went to the restroom (Hey) Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out They ain't even tell us what that shit was about All I really seen from the big VIP couch Was a nigga swing, it hit my sister right in the mouth The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out But **** that, the whole team bust that mother****er down Now we fighting in the street, it's like ten and twenty-three I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring Raj got a bitch doing the hair weave sling So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans And all the people start police-calling Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines To salting crackers that wanna shackle us in chains Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame? We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud of the shame Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin'
"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" "Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on What happened? What happened? What happened? He came in the club We're talking, we in the restaurant I go in the bathroom open the door "Dang B, you could've said something" And I said B, you ain't gotta tell that, ain't all that serious And she was all "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom" Raj said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside" Taj, she opened the door, Raj said "Roof" I said, "Oh no, we fighting" Damn, she was in the stall In the stall though? Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up She opened the door and Raj [?] her And you know what?
[00:00.000] 作词 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch [00:00.583] 作曲 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch [00:01.166] Gotta bring it to you [?] cowards [00:03.522] And it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas– [00:07.994] Yeah, uh, look [00:09.705] [00:09.866] You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit [00:12.281] R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic [00:14.752] Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em [00:17.202] Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some bitches, huh [00:19.939] Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given [00:22.008] The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit [00:24.546] Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen [00:27.040] If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits [00:29.694] Feel the kick, **** a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit? [00:32.204] First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess' [00:35.068] On the hill, talkin' shit like Skip [00:36.992] Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff [00:39.468] And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick [00:41.844] Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks [00:44.353] Zone 6, five fingers with the "Suck my dick" [00:46.883] Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip [00:49.398] Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit [00:51.914] But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit [00:54.383] Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip [00:56.821] Blood red rum sippin', they ain't cut like this [00:59.412] [00:59.560] Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" [01:02.232] "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" [01:04.837] "Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" [01:07.272] Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah [01:09.533] [01:09.697] Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't [01:11.928] It's gon' be so bad, yeah [01:14.739] When the girl went off on Precious [01:16.859] The girl went off on Precious [01:18.058] The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in [01:19.859] No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside [01:22.477] Exactly, exactly [01:23.408] That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault [01:27.388] For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hol— [01:29.157] Look, check, look [01:29.443] [01:29.609] You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me [01:32.219] Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe? [01:35.083] You bleed, I bleed and draw blood [01:37.183] I'm a ****in' artiste, Artest with the gun [01:39.491] I can give my world peace, give your world ether [01:42.134] Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either [01:44.594] She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom [01:47.253] But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar [01:49.749] Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak [01:52.084] And I'm sorry that your bullshit leaked [01:53.902] See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers [01:56.347] Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope [01:59.720] They ask for my coat when I walk in the door [02:01.940] God flow, I don't walk on the floor [02:03.661] God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door [02:06.930] Crack in the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin' no more, come on [02:09.987] [02:10.167] 'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter [02:12.164] Mindin' my business, I am not you [02:14.733] 'Round in my city, I am my shooter [02:17.230] Mindin' my business, I am not you [02:19.728] 'Round in my city, I am my shooter [02:22.179] Mindin' my business, I am not you [02:24.686] 'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look) [02:27.201] Mindin' my business (Uh, look), how about you? [02:29.662] [02:30.657] Look, uh, I do it for royal and [Roseline?] [02:34.190] Is he precious? Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (Hey) [02:37.125] Is he athletic as ****? All-American star, hard head [02:39.779] Scholarship at a school in New Orleans [02:42.025] On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (Hey) [02:44.852] Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead [02:47.709] Gotta stay on point like a marksman [02:49.793] Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching [02:52.244] Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state [02:54.711] Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes [02:57.194] Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee [02:59.721] Handed a diploma, all the ruse say, "Hooray" [03:02.214] Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet [03:04.696] Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray? [03:07.164] I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section [03:09.703] With the football team and a couple other professionals [03:12.287] It sound cool but really, this a confessional [03:14.676] Twenty minutes in it, Precious done went to the restroom (Hey) [03:17.216] Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out [03:20.248] They ain't even tell us what that shit was about [03:22.486] All I really seen from the big VIP couch [03:24.591] Was a nigga swing, it hit my sister right in the mouth [03:27.066] The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out [03:29.369] But **** that, the whole team bust that mother****er down [03:32.000] Now we fighting in the street, it's like ten and twenty-three [03:34.427] I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything [03:36.953] Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring [03:39.785] Raj got a bitch doing the hair weave sling [03:41.938] So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing [03:44.329] Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream [03:47.497] And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans [03:50.332] And all the people start police-calling [03:52.182] Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines [03:54.695] To salting crackers that wanna shackle us in chains [03:57.059] Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six [03:59.458] Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain [04:02.376] But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame? [04:04.823] We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud of the shame [04:07.636] Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade [04:09.980] Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin' [04:12.363] [04:12.518] "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" [04:14.748] "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" [04:17.267] "Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" [04:19.700] Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah [04:21.026] [04:21.178] Hold on, hold on, hold on [04:21.844] What happened? What happened? What happened? [04:23.990] He came in the club [04:24.764] We're talking, we in the restaurant [04:26.390] I go in the bathroom open the door [04:28.288] "Dang B, you could've said something" [04:30.866] And I said B, you ain't gotta tell that, ain't all that serious [04:33.842] And she was all "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom" [04:37.085] Raj said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside" [04:39.306] Taj, she opened the door, Raj said "Roof" [04:42.919] I said, "Oh no, we fighting" [04:44.113] Damn, she was in the stall [04:45.879] In the stall though? [04:46.576] Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up [04:50.284] She opened the door and Raj [?] her [04:53.010] And you know what?
