作词 : Gegalon, K.D., King Ghidra ... Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock Don't watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me, they showed me Other emcees trying to fold, me they owe me Yo, plus them niggas mad slow G I got my "Get U Now," so I'm comin with my homie Here's the plan; stick 'em up, I enter, through the window Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though Yeah but thats the reason I don't really like to lend dough From the corners cylindrical triangle hats Says dunce. Lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled for months Tryin' to figure who done it, you fronted Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way Some saw the light comin' in, they shunned it For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take em Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas Rock away boulevard, got love and obnoxious Bout five cops today, my rock away Niggas and rock rage, got paid A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the Lobster's I suggest I should dress proper Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch I got a lotta love, with no strings attached Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many Sparked up and chat, you keep countin I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin Rock 'n' roll, lock 'n' load Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold In they tracks an take all they chips-eses All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses Give 'em a credit, not debt it We just flipped the calistetic Toss the Andy Pettitte, you said it We grandslam in the never boss stand Any pussy emcee's we abandon Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged Egads! I bring confusion like roll call To emcees so-called, hoes be like "yup I told y'all" So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive Memorize like I-omega zip drive Go to the bar to drink to get soberer King Geedorah eat the head of a king cobra like ginkoba Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat So sweet, roll deep but no beef Those that doze deep, close sheets Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete Parallel to body til the next male Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale Smell the blood bath a slug's caught Slugs passed and bloodsport Bugged laugh, a bugged thought Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher Get you, got you, shot the two L's without the proper For the albums knocker Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (Bow!) Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached I wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back
[00:00.000] 作词 : Gegalon, K.D., King Ghidra ... [00:01.397]Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? [00:09.365]When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock [00:12.186]Don't watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock [00:14.067]I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop [00:16.548]Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop [00:18.847]I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me, they showed me [00:21.956]Other emcees trying to fold, me they owe me [00:24.385]Yo, plus them niggas mad slow G [00:25.979]I got my "Get U Now," so I'm comin with my homie [00:28.408]Here's the plan; stick 'em up, I enter, through the window [00:31.073]Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo [00:32.771]Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though [00:35.200]Yeah but thats the reason I don't really like to lend dough [00:37.394]From the corners cylindrical triangle hats [00:39.066]Says dunce. Lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled for months [00:42.201]Tryin' to figure who done it, you fronted [00:43.402]Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way [00:45.100]Some saw the light comin' in, they shunned it [00:46.824]For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death [00:49.123]The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath [00:51.474]These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic [00:53.721]Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec [00:56.150]Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be [00:59.259]A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached [01:02.759]I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take em [01:05.241]Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes [01:07.487]Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas [01:09.838]Rock away boulevard, got love and obnoxious [01:11.719]Bout five cops today, my rock away [01:13.600]Niggas and rock rage, got paid [01:15.220]A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the Lobster's [01:17.623]I suggest I should dress proper [01:19.399]Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch [01:20.993]I got a lotta love, with no strings attached [01:24.049]Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty [01:26.295]Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many [01:28.777]Sparked up and chat, you keep countin [01:30.971]I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin [01:33.479]Rock 'n' roll, lock 'n' load [01:35.255]Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold [01:38.155]In they tracks an take all they chips-eses [01:40.584]All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses [01:42.909]Give 'em a credit, not debt it [01:44.451]We just flipped the calistetic [01:45.861]Toss the Andy Pettitte, you said it [01:47.768]We grandslam in the never boss stand [01:49.884]Any pussy emcee's we abandon [01:51.895]Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag [01:54.194]With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged [01:56.650]Egads! I bring confusion like roll call [01:58.844]To emcees so-called, hoes be like "yup I told y'all" [02:01.326]So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive [02:03.860]Memorize like I-omega zip drive [02:06.028]Go to the bar to drink to get soberer [02:07.908]King Geedorah eat the head of a king cobra like ginkoba [02:10.442]Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat [02:12.454]So sweet, roll deep but no beef [02:14.178]Those that doze deep, close sheets [02:15.980]Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece [02:18.305]Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete [02:20.212]Parallel to body til the next male [02:22.067]Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale [02:24.313]Smell the blood bath a slug's caught [02:26.090]Slugs passed and bloodsport [02:27.422]Bugged laugh, a bugged thought [02:28.571]Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker [02:30.661]Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera [02:33.404]Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher [02:34.580]Get you, got you, shot the two L's without the proper [02:36.800]For the albums knocker [02:37.714]Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper [02:40.405]Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker [02:42.756]Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick [02:45.002]For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (Bow!) [02:47.510]Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be [02:50.671]True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached [02:54.093]I wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back
