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  • 作词 : Bullard, Dr. Dre
    Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
    Ha ha, mighty aftermath(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli)
    Whose soul ever contest, dead
    In me ear
    Dre, you hear me now?
    Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly)(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli)
    Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
    Room for moving in but that was only mine
    They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard
    They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
    Knick-knack, paddy wack, give a dog a bone
    Long Beach
    City, I wreck is my zone
    I be the solo rollo which means
    I rule alone
    You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone
    Fool, now break for ya two
    It's called the ol'
    Rambo, catch ambush
    I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push
    I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest, you
    GumpLong Beach
    City, firmly represented
    Narrator X is representor
    Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
    Freeze MCs, don't ent-or
    I'll take like
    Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or
    Or since I'm
    Sun, I'll melt the metaphor
    The meatphors are meltin' ,style is beltin'
    I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin'
    Blunt time-pull out your philly
    Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli
    Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin'
    Dimes keep on flippin', flippin'
    Blunt time-pull out your philly
    Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli
    Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin'
    Dimes keep on flippin', flippin'
    Dre's bad beats they rat-rat-rat-rat
    X flex lyric they can't come back
    Fact, el-elevant, elegant and eloquent, no ***t
    I boots hits, throw tantrums like
    Ella FitzNah, the member
    X but you'll remember
    X indeedyNow remember don't contest the[Unverified]
    Got you in spot like
    Lindscrafter but you try to diss
    I burn you like
    Backdrafter
    After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter
    Similar to this, ha, what's the repertoire-kick deadly with lyrics
    Shot your punk ass like
    ELEC now it's
    Mighty aftermath
    Once again, can't hold us back
    Refuse, refuse(Dead)
    You lose(Dead)
    DEAD(Indeed)
    Attempts will be futile, it's way to brutal
    Hear me now,
    Narrator-to-the-
    X, tellin' anyone who contest
    The mighty aftermath posse(Who? Who?)
    Dead(Murder)
    Exclamation point(I)(Blunt time)
    Ha(Blunt time)
    Mighty aftermath to the 9-7(Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend)(Rowl, I don't wanna fight no more, no no,ooh)(Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep)
  • 作词 : Bullard, Dr. Dre
    Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
    Ha ha, mighty aftermath(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli)
    Whose soul ever contest, dead
    In me ear
    Dre, you hear me now?
    Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly)(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli)
    Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
    Room for moving in but that was only mine
    They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard
    They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
    Knick-knack, paddy wack, give a dog a bone
    Long Beach
    City, I wreck is my zone
    I be the solo rollo which means
    I rule alone
    You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone
    Fool, now break for ya two
    It's called the ol'
    Rambo, catch ambush
    I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push
    I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest, you
    GumpLong Beach
    City, firmly represented
    Narrator X is representor
    Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
    Freeze MCs, don't ent-or
    I'll take like
    Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or
    Or since I'm
    Sun, I'll melt the metaphor
    The meatphors are meltin' ,style is beltin'
    I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin'
    Blunt time-pull out your philly
    Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli
    Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin'
    Dimes keep on flippin', flippin'
    Blunt time-pull out your philly
    Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli
    Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin'
    Dimes keep on flippin', flippin'
    Dre's bad beats they rat-rat-rat-rat
    X flex lyric they can't come back
    Fact, el-elevant, elegant and eloquent, no ***t
    I boots hits, throw tantrums like
    Ella FitzNah, the member
    X but you'll remember
    X indeedyNow remember don't contest the[Unverified]
    Got you in spot like
    Lindscrafter but you try to diss
    I burn you like
    Backdrafter
    After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter
    Similar to this, ha, what's the repertoire-kick deadly with lyrics
    Shot your punk ass like
    ELEC now it's
    Mighty aftermath
    Once again, can't hold us back
    Refuse, refuse(Dead)
    You lose(Dead)
    DEAD(Indeed)
    Attempts will be futile, it's way to brutal
    Hear me now,
    Narrator-to-the-
    X, tellin' anyone who contest
    The mighty aftermath posse(Who? Who?)
    Dead(Murder)
    Exclamation point(I)(Blunt time)
    Ha(Blunt time)
    Mighty aftermath to the 9-7(Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend)(Rowl, I don't wanna fight no more, no no,ooh)(Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep)