作词 : Chille' Baby/Mr. Solo/Meech/Tik Tokk 作曲 : Chille' Baby/Mr. Solo/Meech/Tik Tokk (Verse 1) I attack like the locust, I'm the loc-ist Hit the studio, no hocus-pocus, I'm the ****** Or the livest my game soread the widest We the riders underworld soul surviving Very dangerous if you try this it's no way you can get caught by us We'll treat you like an outsider grip you like some plyers Westside G-boy had no love in my fetal stages Bust gages from a pee-wee to BG to teenage rampages Outrageous I ain't the one to step to I'll sting you like a killer bee and swarm like the wu (bzz-bzz) I can't allow myself to get tricked Catch the virus get sick gamble life get licked I'm too sick learned all my game from a chick Trying to save souls get rich so my dayz is strict Bind the devil quick, kicked like a bruce lee flick Feel the wrath from Shaft a first round draft pick (Chorus) Easily tricked out here So many people sick out here Nobody's getting love out Only one way out here (Verse 2) Picture young solo sacked up with the dodo In a broham 4 door with a nickel plated pearl handle 44 Hustle on the low-low on the run from the po-po Ear hustling snitches showing picture of my photo So on the go though hit up the will with my logo Blue paisley rag over my face kick the door-O Pen U C dresses up like a hobo I want the cash flow the berra bonds and the CoCo If I don't slow my row I'll probably end up on the death row A hot headed negro catch a right cross and a left blow Smash a chevy pedal trapped in the ghetto Till I make a mil and move to beveley hills like I Jethro Shots echoed I blacked out and saw the Devil Wile the homiez stood in a group and scooped dirt up on a shovel Tik sand a mellow while Chille' Baby played the Chello Repent from sin could thing be the end of S-O-L-O? I saw a tunnel where Grace flowed like a funnel I woke up dismantled grabbed my word up off the pannel My survival manual reading the prophecies in Daniel I ended up playing "Amazing Grace" on my piano On my soulder sat a Dove rushing in like a flood Rips dogs and street thugs- pounds & hugs a vision how life was And could be should be in the hood If we show some love (Chorus) (Verse 3) I arise from the boon docks consume blocks when my toon knocks Blow the speaker out ya boom box sipping apple juice on the two rocks Who rocks like uncut from sun down to sun up Run up and feel the wrath of a young nut on a come up My games tight lost focus regain sight wreck a show Collect dough on the same night it's alright Needed help and I called Christ 2 G'z for life committee ride we all tight (Chorus) (Verse 4) It's the lyrical miracle spiritual invasion raging Leaving MC's physically critical while I'm trail blazing Hot as cajun anointing raising when I'm prasing Grazing through your mind cuss G-hop is so amazing Reach row spect you ghetto to the fullest Never let go show me love come on lets pull this Got too many deing from bullets everyday No matter what you say it's only one way! (Chorus)
作词 : Chille' Baby/Mr. Solo/Meech/Tik Tokk 作曲 : Chille' Baby/Mr. Solo/Meech/Tik Tokk (Verse 1) I attack like the locust, I'm the loc-ist Hit the studio, no hocus-pocus, I'm the ****** Or the livest my game soread the widest We the riders underworld soul surviving Very dangerous if you try this it's no way you can get caught by us We'll treat you like an outsider grip you like some plyers Westside G-boy had no love in my fetal stages Bust gages from a pee-wee to BG to teenage rampages Outrageous I ain't the one to step to I'll sting you like a killer bee and swarm like the wu (bzz-bzz) I can't allow myself to get tricked Catch the virus get sick gamble life get licked I'm too sick learned all my game from a chick Trying to save souls get rich so my dayz is strict Bind the devil quick, kicked like a bruce lee flick Feel the wrath from Shaft a first round draft pick (Chorus) Easily tricked out here So many people sick out here Nobody's getting love out Only one way out here (Verse 2) Picture young solo sacked up with the dodo In a broham 4 door with a nickel plated pearl handle 44 Hustle on the low-low on the run from the po-po Ear hustling snitches showing picture of my photo So on the go though hit up the will with my logo Blue paisley rag over my face kick the door-O Pen U C dresses up like a hobo I want the cash flow the berra bonds and the CoCo If I don't slow my row I'll probably end up on the death row A hot headed negro catch a right cross and a left blow Smash a chevy pedal trapped in the ghetto Till I make a mil and move to beveley hills like I Jethro Shots echoed I blacked out and saw the Devil Wile the homiez stood in a group and scooped dirt up on a shovel Tik sand a mellow while Chille' Baby played the Chello Repent from sin could thing be the end of S-O-L-O? I saw a tunnel where Grace flowed like a funnel I woke up dismantled grabbed my word up off the pannel My survival manual reading the prophecies in Daniel I ended up playing "Amazing Grace" on my piano On my soulder sat a Dove rushing in like a flood Rips dogs and street thugs- pounds & hugs a vision how life was And could be should be in the hood If we show some love (Chorus) (Verse 3) I arise from the boon docks consume blocks when my toon knocks Blow the speaker out ya boom box sipping apple juice on the two rocks Who rocks like uncut from sun down to sun up Run up and feel the wrath of a young nut on a come up My games tight lost focus regain sight wreck a show Collect dough on the same night it's alright Needed help and I called Christ 2 G'z for life committee ride we all tight (Chorus) (Verse 4) It's the lyrical miracle spiritual invasion raging Leaving MC's physically critical while I'm trail blazing Hot as cajun anointing raising when I'm prasing Grazing through your mind cuss G-hop is so amazing Reach row spect you ghetto to the fullest Never let go show me love come on lets pull this Got too many deing from bullets everyday No matter what you say it's only one way! (Chorus)
