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  • 作词 : Shawn Thomas/Earl Stevens/Gregory Buren
    作曲 : Shawn Thomas/Earl Stevens/Gregory Buren
    (*screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming*)
    Yeah (3x)
    [e-40]
    They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
    It's comin from the pen, they say i owe 'em cash
    Dwellin off the past and they need it fast
    But what they fai'lize is i'll be quick to blast
    Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work
    Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt
    Specialize in doin dirt - shootin ******z in the *******rt
    Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
    Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of swiss malt liquor brewsky
    Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
    Sittin on top of the hood of my cutlass
    Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
    Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +ganesh+ beadie
    What the ******? w here's the peace treaty?
    Full of my wheaties, yes indeedy, m-16's don't shoot no beebees
    Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way
    Then i put them same size left over bullets up in my a.k.
    I can't wait 'til we bump heads
    Chorus:
    It on, on sight day and night no matter what i'm dumpin'
    I'm tryin to see you ******s 'bout somethin' (2x)
    "i'm heated, them ******s cheated" - 3x (in background)
    We had a meetin', *******t 'posed to been squashed (3x)
    *******t was 'posed to been squashed
    [e-40]
    I've got a hunch; meet me at the olive garden spot let's do lunch
    Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumps
    Sons of ******es must think we some chumps
    Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
    [c-bo]
    ****** ****** stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips
    Out of magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
    Fool, 40-water never slip, saw the ******z quick and then dipped
    Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them ******z *******t to
    Side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block
    All out non stop riders until our casket drop
    We sma*******n, blastin on any, while i remember many
    Dash and blastin double two-three's, ****** the enemies
    Chorus
    [e-40]
    One of my big dudes up out hpa shot me a kite today
    He up in pelican bay three striker
    Doin 25 with a l cause he won't tell on one of his
    High-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
    With the *******t stacked on the side of his waist
    Blood splattered all on the wind*******eld wiper
    Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his viper
    Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper
    Hyperventilated started havin' seizures
    No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
    [c-bo]
    We stand tall, like manute bol with bigger ****** than rupaul
    Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all
    Don't want to see us ******s on a mission
    150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
    No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
    Leave him stuck in his front seat
    70 rounds through his front window
    Ain't no ******' with g's
    Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees
    Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze
    Chorus
  • 作词 : Shawn Thomas/Earl Stevens/Gregory Buren
    作曲 : Shawn Thomas/Earl Stevens/Gregory Buren
    (*screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming*)
    Yeah (3x)
    [e-40]
    They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
    It's comin from the pen, they say i owe 'em cash
    Dwellin off the past and they need it fast
    But what they fai'lize is i'll be quick to blast
    Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work
    Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt
    Specialize in doin dirt - shootin ******z in the *******rt
    Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
    Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of swiss malt liquor brewsky
    Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
    Sittin on top of the hood of my cutlass
    Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
    Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +ganesh+ beadie
    What the ******? w here's the peace treaty?
    Full of my wheaties, yes indeedy, m-16's don't shoot no beebees
    Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way
    Then i put them same size left over bullets up in my a.k.
    I can't wait 'til we bump heads
    Chorus:
    It on, on sight day and night no matter what i'm dumpin'
    I'm tryin to see you ******s 'bout somethin' (2x)
    "i'm heated, them ******s cheated" - 3x (in background)
    We had a meetin', *******t 'posed to been squashed (3x)
    *******t was 'posed to been squashed
    [e-40]
    I've got a hunch; meet me at the olive garden spot let's do lunch
    Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumps
    Sons of ******es must think we some chumps
    Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
    [c-bo]
    ****** ****** stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips
    Out of magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
    Fool, 40-water never slip, saw the ******z quick and then dipped
    Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them ******z *******t to
    Side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block
    All out non stop riders until our casket drop
    We sma*******n, blastin on any, while i remember many
    Dash and blastin double two-three's, ****** the enemies
    Chorus
    [e-40]
    One of my big dudes up out hpa shot me a kite today
    He up in pelican bay three striker
    Doin 25 with a l cause he won't tell on one of his
    High-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
    With the *******t stacked on the side of his waist
    Blood splattered all on the wind*******eld wiper
    Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his viper
    Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper
    Hyperventilated started havin' seizures
    No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
    [c-bo]
    We stand tall, like manute bol with bigger ****** than rupaul
    Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all
    Don't want to see us ******s on a mission
    150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
    No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
    Leave him stuck in his front seat
    70 rounds through his front window
    Ain't no ******' with g's
    Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees
    Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze
    Chorus