作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr. I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y Whole gang 5-9 and that's till we die W-E-T-T-O, cut throat Snort an M30, mane, your gang don't want the smoke Still pissed at my daddy that he nutted in my momma Crashing 911s, boy, I'm feeling like Osama Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech If that's what they call high, then I'm ****ing out of reach Arnold Palmer with the Wok on the Eastern Bloc In my purse I keep a mini-Glock, hoping that they try Skip off, singing la-di-da, while their body rot In the Hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screaming stop! 120 months, 10 years independent Divide that by a hundred mill', the price for my appearance Dollar sign, no clearance The B now stands for business **** the industry 'cause G59 is for the children Hit 95 down I-10, heading downtown Shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit Six lanes swerving, she concerned about my driving Blow out the smoke, she know the acid make my eye spin, yeah Took the chop exit off of Rainbow Road Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost So I pulled the **** over to watch the Range Rover glow Laughing as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke I got the keys now I do what I please now I can feel that breeze now But when the wind picks up again, I'll be ready I hold my own weight, I'm heavy I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood Forest fires, earthquakes, and an avalanche of ****ing mud Alias known as plague, I **** shit up then shrug and walk away A trail of chaos, loss, and pain I'll bite the dust and spit out stains
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr. [00:22.753] I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y [00:25.739] Whole gang 5-9 and that's till we die [00:28.614] W-E-T-T-O, cut throat [00:31.554] Snort an M30, mane, your gang don't want the smoke [00:34.426] Still pissed at my daddy that he nutted in my momma [00:37.669] Crashing 911s, boy, I'm feeling like Osama [00:40.615] Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech [00:43.422] If that's what they call high, then I'm ****ing out of reach [00:46.458] Arnold Palmer with the Wok on the Eastern Bloc [00:49.018] In my purse I keep a mini-Glock, hoping that they try [00:52.245] Skip off, singing la-di-da, while their body rot [00:54.920] In the Hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screaming stop! [00:58.082] 120 months, 10 years independent [01:00.934] Divide that by a hundred mill', the price for my appearance [01:03.864] Dollar sign, no clearance [01:05.181] The B now stands for business [01:06.798] **** the industry 'cause G59 is for the children [01:09.686] Hit 95 down I-10, heading downtown [01:12.997] Shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit [01:15.160] Six lanes swerving, she concerned about my driving [01:18.082] Blow out the smoke, she know the acid make my eye spin, yeah [01:21.412] Took the chop exit off of Rainbow Road [01:23.921] Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost [01:26.894] So I pulled the **** over to watch the Range Rover glow [01:29.755] Laughing as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke [01:32.456] I got the keys now [01:35.285] I do what I please now [01:38.127] I can feel that breeze now [01:41.356] But when the wind picks up again, I'll be ready [01:43.436] I hold my own weight, I'm heavy [01:44.903] I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood [01:47.577] Forest fires, earthquakes, and an avalanche of ****ing mud [01:50.387] Alias known as plague, I **** shit up then shrug and walk away [01:53.304] A trail of chaos, loss, and pain [01:54.640] I'll bite the dust and spit out stains
