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  • 作词 : TOWNSEND, REV. G.I. / Rooney, Herbert Louis
    作曲 : TOWNSEND, REV. G.I. / Rooney, Herbert Louis
    Somebody been running a long time
    Somebody—
    Shake that body, party that bod—
    Shake that body, party that bod—
    Shake that body, party that body
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D
    I believe there's a God above me
    I'm just the god of everything else
    I put holes in everything else
    "New God Flow," **** everything else
    Supreme dope dealer (Woo!), write it in bold letters
    They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella
    They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella
    But I was good with the yay' as a wholesaler
    I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
    A hot temper matched with a cold killer
    I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
    Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yuugh)
    Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us
    Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on us (Woo!)
    But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more
    Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
    Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga)
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Ric Flair, nigga)
    Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga)
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah)
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas)
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo)
    Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe
    Claim they five stars, but sell you dreams
    They say death multiplies by threes
    Line them all up and let's just see
    **** 'em, 'Ye, **** 'em, 'Ye
    I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier
    (Woo) They shit is shoppin' at Targét
    (Woo) My shit is luxury Balmain
    I'm balling, Amar'e
    A nick' sold in the park, then I want in
    What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
    What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha)
    What's a brick from an out-of-town nigga?
    When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuugh)
    It's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
    M-A-dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down
    Shake that body, party that bod—
    Shake that body, party that bod—
    Shake that body, party that body
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D
    Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
    But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
    Went from most hated to the champion god flow
    I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know
    I'm living three dreams
    Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh
    'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
    'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
    Cars, money, girls and the clothes
    Aw, man, you sold your soul
    Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
    Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin'
    Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through
    That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
    What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2
    Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
    Like, "There the God go, in his Murcielago"
    From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note
    He even got enough to get his mama a condo
    Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
    Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week
    Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
    Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us
    We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
    Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
    Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
    Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
    And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
    In Jesus' name, let the choir say
    "I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say
    And we annihilate anybody that violate
    Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Yo)
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Stop)
    Shake that body, party that body
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D
    Yeah, nigga
    Yeah, I had my— I had my Jesus piece since '94
    I don't know what I— I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout
    And my eagle
    Still got it all in the bag, B (Yeah)
    All I did was play possum (Yo, come on)
    Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
    Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut
    With soap suds on the MAC-11
    My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven
    We feed the nigga like forty chickens
    His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim
    Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on
    Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon
    I— I got soccer moms payin' for cock
    Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok
    Comin' with flows that is toxic (Come on)
    Deadly fumes when I'm in the room
    Repercussions occur when you dry snitch
    Red light, green light, one, two, three
    Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please
    Said and shake that body, scar up that body
    Should I kill him now Tone? I said, "Probably"
    Side bets are four and better
    Bust hammers with pot holders
    And yo, dead a cow for his ****in' leather
    I'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd Foxx
    My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops
    My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock
    Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots
    Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
    You can have a good time with G-O-D
    Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga)
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Ric Flair, nigga)
    Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga)
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah)
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas)
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo)
    G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
    G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : TOWNSEND, REV. G.I. / Rooney, Herbert Louis
    [00:00.000] 作曲 : TOWNSEND, REV. G.I. / Rooney, Herbert Louis
    [00:00.000]Somebody been running a long time
    [00:05.662]Somebody—
    [00:07.922]Shake that body, party that bod—
    [00:10.530]Shake that body, party that bod—
    [00:13.011]Shake that body, party that body
    [00:16.478]Come and have a good time with G-O-D
    [00:18.800]I believe there's a God above me
    [00:20.747]I'm just the god of everything else
    [00:23.470]I put holes in everything else
    [00:26.184]"New God Flow," **** everything else
    [00:29.002]Supreme dope dealer (Woo!), write it in bold letters
    [00:32.566]They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella
    [00:35.795]They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella
    [00:38.425]But I was good with the yay' as a wholesaler
    [00:41.364]I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
    [00:43.765]A hot temper matched with a cold killer
    [00:46.731]I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
    [00:49.661]Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yuugh)
    [00:52.571]Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us
    [00:55.207]Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on us (Woo!)
    [00:58.084]But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more
    [01:00.789]Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
    [01:03.128]Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga)
    [01:05.746]Shake that body, party that bod— (Ric Flair, nigga)
    [01:08.518]Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga)
    [01:11.587]Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah)
    [01:14.212]Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    [01:16.887]Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    [01:19.589]Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas)
    [01:23.364]Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo)
    [01:25.098]Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe
    [01:27.829]Claim they five stars, but sell you dreams
    [01:30.654]They say death multiplies by threes
    [01:33.285]Line them all up and let's just see
    [01:36.435]**** 'em, 'Ye, **** 'em, 'Ye
    [01:39.098]I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier
    [01:42.070](Woo) They shit is shoppin' at Targét
    [01:44.772](Woo) My shit is luxury Balmain
    [01:47.715]I'm balling, Amar'e
    [01:50.306]A nick' sold in the park, then I want in
    [01:53.943]What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
    [01:56.510]What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha)
    [01:59.262]What's a brick from an out-of-town nigga?
    [02:02.126]When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuugh)
    [02:05.010]It's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
    [02:06.937]M-A-dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down
    [02:09.289]Shake that body, party that bod—
    [02:12.024]Shake that body, party that bod—
    [02:14.918]Shake that body, party that body
    [02:17.745]Come and have a good time with G-O-D
    [02:20.620]Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
    [02:23.086]But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
    [02:25.960]Went from most hated to the champion god flow
    [02:28.679]I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know
    [02:31.149]I'm living three dreams
    [02:33.442]Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh
    [02:36.794]'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
    [02:39.620]'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
    [02:42.663]Cars, money, girls and the clothes
    [02:45.321]Aw, man, you sold your soul
    [02:48.090]Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
    [02:51.207]Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin'
    [02:53.207]Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through
    [02:56.018]That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
    [02:58.914]What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2
    [03:01.826]Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
    [03:04.545]Like, "There the God go, in his Murcielago"
    [03:07.054]From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note
    [03:10.145]He even got enough to get his mama a condo
    [03:12.714]Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
    [03:15.431]Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week
    [03:18.200]Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
    [03:21.129]Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us
    [03:23.835]We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
    [03:26.811]Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
    [03:29.504]Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
    [03:32.088]Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
    [03:35.332]And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
    [03:38.364]In Jesus' name, let the choir say
    [03:41.068]"I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say
    [03:43.497]And we annihilate anybody that violate
    [03:46.121]Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
    [03:48.901]Shake that body, party that bod— (Yo)
    [03:51.561]Shake that body, party that bod— (Stop)
    [03:54.271]Shake that body, party that body
    [03:57.245]Come and have a good time with G-O-D
    [04:06.278]Yeah, nigga
    [04:07.413]Yeah, I had my— I had my Jesus piece since '94
    [04:11.612]I don't know what I— I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout
    [04:14.416]And my eagle
    [04:17.027]Still got it all in the bag, B (Yeah)
    [04:20.288]All I did was play possum (Yo, come on)
    [04:22.230]Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
    [04:25.117]Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut
    [04:27.960]With soap suds on the MAC-11
    [04:30.353]My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven
    [04:33.537]We feed the nigga like forty chickens
    [04:35.703]His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim
    [04:39.127]Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on
    [04:41.411]Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon
    [04:44.277]I— I got soccer moms payin' for cock
    [04:46.761]Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok
    [04:49.457]Comin' with flows that is toxic (Come on)
    [04:51.664]Deadly fumes when I'm in the room
    [04:53.481]Repercussions occur when you dry snitch
    [04:55.719]Red light, green light, one, two, three
    [04:57.783]Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please
    [05:00.579]Said and shake that body, scar up that body
    [05:04.004]Should I kill him now Tone? I said, "Probably"
    [05:06.393]Side bets are four and better
    [05:08.648]Bust hammers with pot holders
    [05:10.328]And yo, dead a cow for his ****in' leather
    [05:12.255]I'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd Foxx
    [05:15.078]My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops
    [05:17.830]My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock
    [05:20.402]Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots
    [05:23.514]Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
    [05:26.388]You can have a good time with G-O-D
    [05:28.458]Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga)
    [05:31.237]Shake that body, party that bod— (Ric Flair, nigga)
    [05:33.949]Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga)
    [05:37.013]Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah)
    [05:39.511]Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    [05:42.209]Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah)
    [05:45.025]Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas)
    [05:48.235]Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo)
    [05:50.345]G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
    [05:53.022]G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music