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  • 作词 : W. Calhoun/Earl Stevens/D. Rollison/Keith Kinlow/D. Dawson
    作曲 : W. Calhoun/Earl Stevens/D. Rollison/Keith Kinlow/D. Dawson
    intro:e-40
    I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh
    I pledge allegiance to the game, uh
    I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars
    And the ******** and the ********es and the fame, uh
    *repeat*
    (beeyatch!!!!)
    Chorus:
    To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
    Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
    In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
    Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (********)
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    [wc]
    ******** talkin, i'm chalkin ********s, best ta get ta walkin
    It's the shadiest, charlie hustle and my ******** the chickenhawk in on
    That 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as i dips, skip with the euro clip
    Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
    All i know is ********, money and color bandanas
    And tryin to get my kids some more chickens than colonel sanders
    Play us by the trigger so i'ma live by the trigger
    And rivals, seven ********es for all my hoodlum and thug ********s
    [e-40]
    ???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
    Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel
    Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
    Seems to me i do my time and i get out whenever, early
    People say i smell like glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?
    I tell em "brooklyn cotch"
    Johnnie walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what
    I drink a ******** up under the table
    While all you powder puff ********s take all my votes
    Chorus:
    To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
    Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
    In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
    Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (********)
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    [mack 10]
    Well it's that old inglewood ********, hustlin ass ********
    That **** game, flossin ho, bustin ass ********
    Still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures
    Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter
    Hoo bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus
    If ya in to sellin crack, ******** ******** with us
    I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar
    And a ******** on my team that'll kill when i tell her
    [e-40]
    Back with ninjas so ya know
    I do this for folsom and ?susanville?, fo' sho'
    My ********s in quentin and vacaville, before i
    From chino to tracey to hatchedby to rikers island
    Pelican bay solid, dat long park and terminal island
    Keep on smilin, dialin and callin collect
    Cos you're my focus, you know i'm accept
    A za-, a zap board, deuce amps
    Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (beeyatch!!!!)
    Chorus
    [wc]
    Could it be me, or was it this chronic or bombay
    That got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way
    Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors
    All my street ********s, east to the west to the souths, i can't hearin ya
    [mack 10]
    If it ain't charlie hustle, it's that ******** mack manson
    While the g homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
    And we stay lexed up wit the parlay features
    Sportin beamed-up chucks wit the flamed-up creases
    [e-40]
    I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops
    The chinese, the ak, the fiend, the rocks
    The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat
    The quick-to-run-up-on-the-********, to peel my cap
    Chorus
    Outro: e-40
    A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
    A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
    A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all
    A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all
    Beeyatch!!!
    Beeyatch!!!!!!!!!!
  • 作词 : W. Calhoun/Earl Stevens/D. Rollison/Keith Kinlow/D. Dawson
    作曲 : W. Calhoun/Earl Stevens/D. Rollison/Keith Kinlow/D. Dawson
    intro:e-40
    I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh
    I pledge allegiance to the game, uh
    I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars
    And the ******** and the ********es and the fame, uh
    *repeat*
    (beeyatch!!!!)
    Chorus:
    To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
    Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
    In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
    Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (********)
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    [wc]
    ******** talkin, i'm chalkin ********s, best ta get ta walkin
    It's the shadiest, charlie hustle and my ******** the chickenhawk in on
    That 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as i dips, skip with the euro clip
    Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
    All i know is ********, money and color bandanas
    And tryin to get my kids some more chickens than colonel sanders
    Play us by the trigger so i'ma live by the trigger
    And rivals, seven ********es for all my hoodlum and thug ********s
    [e-40]
    ???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
    Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel
    Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
    Seems to me i do my time and i get out whenever, early
    People say i smell like glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?
    I tell em "brooklyn cotch"
    Johnnie walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what
    I drink a ******** up under the table
    While all you powder puff ********s take all my votes
    Chorus:
    To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
    Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
    In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
    Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (********)
    Throw it up ********, throw it up, throw it up
    [mack 10]
    Well it's that old inglewood ********, hustlin ass ********
    That **** game, flossin ho, bustin ass ********
    Still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures
    Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter
    Hoo bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus
    If ya in to sellin crack, ******** ******** with us
    I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar
    And a ******** on my team that'll kill when i tell her
    [e-40]
    Back with ninjas so ya know
    I do this for folsom and ?susanville?, fo' sho'
    My ********s in quentin and vacaville, before i
    From chino to tracey to hatchedby to rikers island
    Pelican bay solid, dat long park and terminal island
    Keep on smilin, dialin and callin collect
    Cos you're my focus, you know i'm accept
    A za-, a zap board, deuce amps
    Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (beeyatch!!!!)
    Chorus
    [wc]
    Could it be me, or was it this chronic or bombay
    That got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way
    Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors
    All my street ********s, east to the west to the souths, i can't hearin ya
    [mack 10]
    If it ain't charlie hustle, it's that ******** mack manson
    While the g homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
    And we stay lexed up wit the parlay features
    Sportin beamed-up chucks wit the flamed-up creases
    [e-40]
    I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops
    The chinese, the ak, the fiend, the rocks
    The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat
    The quick-to-run-up-on-the-********, to peel my cap
    Chorus
    Outro: e-40
    A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
    A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
    A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all
    A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
    A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all
    Beeyatch!!!
    Beeyatch!!!!!!!!!!