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I Got Dat Work

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  • 作词 : Bernstein, Stevens, Thomas
    My folks on the block man they got dat work
    Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)
    [Chorus: Turf Talk - repeat 2X]
    (I got dat work!) Yola, cavi, cream
    the law, charge it to the triple beam
    (I got dat work!) Young riders run the block
    Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out
    [E-40]
    Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't)
    Pimp containers, let's put some paint where it ain't
    Block boys, tycoons, big ballers (big ballers)
    Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers)
    Get off into this real **** (real ****)
    There's a shortage on this real ****, I'm still here
    And my heard don't pump Kool-Aid, my heart pump beer
    Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve
    Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like
    What that is, family? What it look like?
    How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need?
    I got it all day pimp, **** hop speed
    I ball like Spalding, I'm from the game
    I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron {?} tame
    I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, full of excitement
    Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment
    My designated riders got my back like a car seat
    Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT
    Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility
    Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV
    [Chorus]
    [Turf Talk]
    Self-reliant, benefits off drug-related environments
    Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances
    Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake
    Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break
    V-Town, central walk
    Serve **** instrumental, me and my folks
    Lil' homey on the handlebars
    Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard
    Throw my weight around mark, don't call it the boul'
    I call it the bully-vard, THICK powder to snort
    Turf talk won't smoke gotta dip the new cars
    Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch (I got dat work!)
    You want it you gotta buy **** from us
    Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush
    Throw it up, pack it in, I got **** to push
    Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush
    [Chorus]
    [E-40]
    Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard)
    Know all the latest developments on the boulevard (on the boulevard)
    Before he went down he gave out some credit stories
    Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it
    But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it
    Ain't no more rules, it's dirty pool
    Ain't no more dudes that can tell me I'm right or wrong
    As far as I'm concerned, I'M GROWN
    I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobile phone
    I'm talkin hella **** (hella ****) **** to my broad, she at home
    I'm like where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm layin on the flo'
    She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do'
    For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be creased
    The Elroys, that's what we named the police
    I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us
    The ghost clears, we right back at it again
    Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration
    And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation
    I'm a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate to
    Like E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew
    [Chorus]
    I got dat work!
    [E-40 - repeat 4X]
    My folks on the block man they got dat work
    Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)
    I got dat work!
  • 作词 : Bernstein, Stevens, Thomas
    My folks on the block man they got dat work
    Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)
    [Chorus: Turf Talk - repeat 2X]
    (I got dat work!) Yola, cavi, cream
    the law, charge it to the triple beam
    (I got dat work!) Young riders run the block
    Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out
    [E-40]
    Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't)
    Pimp containers, let's put some paint where it ain't
    Block boys, tycoons, big ballers (big ballers)
    Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers)
    Get off into this real **** (real ****)
    There's a shortage on this real ****, I'm still here
    And my heard don't pump Kool-Aid, my heart pump beer
    Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve
    Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like
    What that is, family? What it look like?
    How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need?
    I got it all day pimp, **** hop speed
    I ball like Spalding, I'm from the game
    I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron {?} tame
    I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, full of excitement
    Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment
    My designated riders got my back like a car seat
    Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT
    Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility
    Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV
    [Chorus]
    [Turf Talk]
    Self-reliant, benefits off drug-related environments
    Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances
    Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake
    Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break
    V-Town, central walk
    Serve **** instrumental, me and my folks
    Lil' homey on the handlebars
    Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard
    Throw my weight around mark, don't call it the boul'
    I call it the bully-vard, THICK powder to snort
    Turf talk won't smoke gotta dip the new cars
    Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch (I got dat work!)
    You want it you gotta buy **** from us
    Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush
    Throw it up, pack it in, I got **** to push
    Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush
    [Chorus]
    [E-40]
    Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard)
    Know all the latest developments on the boulevard (on the boulevard)
    Before he went down he gave out some credit stories
    Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it
    But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it
    Ain't no more rules, it's dirty pool
    Ain't no more dudes that can tell me I'm right or wrong
    As far as I'm concerned, I'M GROWN
    I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobile phone
    I'm talkin hella **** (hella ****) **** to my broad, she at home
    I'm like where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm layin on the flo'
    She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do'
    For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be creased
    The Elroys, that's what we named the police
    I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us
    The ghost clears, we right back at it again
    Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration
    And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation
    I'm a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate to
    Like E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew
    [Chorus]
    I got dat work!
    [E-40 - repeat 4X]
    My folks on the block man they got dat work
    Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)
    I got dat work!