作词 : C.S. Armstrong/Andre Young/C. Jackson/Marshall Mathers/V. Smith/B. Perry/T Myrie/C. Wallace/H. Osten/A. Green/D. Rogers Sr./A. Wrubel/H. Magidson/N. Myrick/S. Combs 作曲 : C.S. Armstrong/Andre Young/C. Jackson/Marshall Mathers/V. Smith/B. Perry/T Myrie/C. Wallace/H. Osten/A. Green/D. Rogers Sr./A. Wrubel/H. Magidson/N. Myrick/S. Combs Come, let me show you the ropes Chucks come with the LOCs Drums come with the dope Guns come with the smoke Bang! I just want the paper I just want the paper Gun smoke, gun smoke They say he a big stepper I'm just saying I am not the type to get stepped on I ain't got a big weapon Glock 17 with the switch, but the clip long I ain't finna play with you Boy, you **** around, I'ma have to catch a fade with you Get the blick in broad day with you Have the lil' homies run down while bae wit you Lil' man dope party Got him out tonight, but the **** got four bodies Who want smoke? Nobody Going once, going twice, don't wanna smoke nobody Tell me what you know 'bout it Strapped right now, ****, how you wanna go 'bout it? I'm not the one you lean on The type you wanna try apply pressure to and scheme on Pussy ****, dream on Run, ****, run till I have to click the beam on Red dot ya, I got ya B.I.G. time, who shot ya? I dropped ya, who popped ya shit lit? Soon as I spot ya, oowee Why would you be ****ing with me? Gun smoke, gun smoke Let's take a second here for this moment of violence You smell it in the air, product of my environment I come from freestylin' over gun shots and sirens Nothing more gangsta than my voice over these violins Get down, lay down, it's the wolf of the Dogg Pound Yeah, playground, shakedown, Autobahn, no brakes now Skinny **** back pushing weight now, new Death Row on the plate now More details, please do tell, what's that smell, ****? (Gun smoke, gun smoke) Shit, you would too if you knew what a young **** had to do Rendezvous with a Pac or 2, Rock shit up like Mötley Crüe In this fight, you gotta stick and move, all my life, I had to show and prove Still a **** with a attitude, if you ain't gangsta, this is not for you Yeah, bullet holes in the palm trees, dirty money in the laundry Ten toes in the concrete, **** know where to find me I gotta long reach, this Long Beach, where we don't speak And you saw what happened to the last **** that tried to **** with my proceeds Gun smoke I remember when I was thirteen, searching for how to get my revenge on a world that hurt me Thirsty for commas, them double entendres turnt me To an entrepreneur and a monster constantly caught in some kinda contro— —versy, that was my mantra, to taunt ya was kinda conde— —scending, but why should I be kind to the kind of people that weren't kind to Me comin' up? So like that syrup they cancelled, I'ma Say, "**** you and your momma", then blame my rap persona (Gun smoke, gun smoke) That's the excuse that I used to explain my grammar Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications so I could air my frustrations But I'll be damned if the same reporter's gonna shove another tape recorder And camera in my face while I am at the Burger King just to grab my lil' baby daughter A hamburger like Shady oughta be amicable Guess that's the price that you pay for all the glamour The fame and stardom, like when you're treated just like an animal, you'll (Gun smoke, gun smoke) Not act like one when you came from bottom But they gonna make me wanna pull a llama and make like I'm a mechanical bull **** around and buck these hoes, ain't talkin' no luxury clothes Two nines I tuck, see those? Like Rock & Roll Hall of Famers, try and duck deez, yo Hey, what the **** you want? Didn't I just see you yesterday? **** outta here, ****in' bitch Now I'm much older, and I may be calmer, run up on me, and I might be a little less likely to go crazy on ya And let the Gun smoke I just want the paper I just want the paper Gun smoke, gun smoke
[00:00.000] 作词 : C.S. Armstrong/Andre Young/C. Jackson/Marshall Mathers/V. Smith/B. Perry/T Myrie/C. Wallace/H. Osten/A. Green/D. Rogers Sr./A. Wrubel/H. Magidson/N. Myrick/S. Combs [00:01.000] 作曲 : C.S. Armstrong/Andre Young/C. Jackson/Marshall Mathers/V. Smith/B. Perry/T Myrie/C. Wallace/H. Osten/A. Green/D. Rogers Sr./A. Wrubel/H. Magidson/N. Myrick/S. Combs [00:02.644]Come, let me show you the ropes [00:05.498]Chucks come with the LOCs [00:07.928]Drums come with the dope [00:10.290]Guns come with the smoke [00:12.167]Bang! [00:14.684]I just want the paper [00:21.258]I just want the paper [00:24.964]Gun smoke, gun smoke [00:25.724]They say he a big stepper [00:27.004]I'm just saying I am not the type to get stepped on [00:29.095]I ain't got a big weapon [00:30.339]Glock 17 with the switch, but the clip long [00:32.326]I ain't finna play with you [00:33.583]Boy, you **** around, I'ma have to catch a fade with you [00:35.498]Get the blick in broad day with you [00:36.883]Have the lil' homies run down while bae wit you [00:38.982]Lil' man dope party [00:40.211]Got him out tonight, but the **** got four bodies [00:42.163]Who want smoke? Nobody [00:43.335]Going once, going twice, don't wanna smoke nobody [00:45.497]Tell me what you know 'bout it [00:46.683]Strapped right now, ****, how you wanna go 'bout it? [00:48.726]I'm not the one you lean on [00:49.971]The type you wanna try apply pressure to and scheme on [00:52.097]Pussy ****, dream on [00:53.319]Run, ****, run till I have to click the beam on [00:55.370]Red dot ya, I got ya [00:57.075]B.I.G. time, who shot ya? [00:58.687]I dropped ya, who popped ya shit lit? [01:00.706]Soon as I spot ya, oowee [01:03.220]Why would you be ****ing with me? [01:04.438]Gun smoke, gun smoke [01:05.839]Let's take a second here for this moment of violence [01:09.103]You smell it in the air, product of my environment [01:12.402]I come from freestylin' over gun shots and sirens [01:15.729]Nothing more gangsta than my voice over these violins [01:19.013]Get down, lay down, it's the wolf of the Dogg Pound [01:21.626]Yeah, playground, shakedown, Autobahn, no brakes now [01:24.872]Skinny **** back pushing weight now, new Death Row on the plate now [01:27.999]More details, please do tell, what's that smell, ****? (Gun smoke, gun smoke) [01:31.515]Shit, you would too if you knew what a young **** had to do [01:35.210]Rendezvous with a Pac or 2, Rock shit up like Mötley Crüe [01:38.502]In this fight, you gotta stick and move, all my life, I had to show and prove [01:41.786]Still a **** with a attitude, if you ain't gangsta, this is not for you [01:45.238]Yeah, bullet holes in the palm trees, dirty money in the laundry [01:48.969]Ten toes in the concrete, **** know where to find me [01:52.160]I gotta long reach, this Long Beach, where we don't speak [01:54.772]And you saw what happened to the last **** that tried to **** with my proceeds [01:57.690]Gun smoke [01:59.223]I remember when I was thirteen, searching for how to get my revenge on a world that hurt me [02:04.568]Thirsty for commas, them double entendres turnt me [02:07.141]To an entrepreneur and a monster constantly caught in some kinda contro— [02:11.159]—versy, that was my mantra, to taunt ya was kinda conde— [02:14.391]—scending, but why should I be kind to the kind of people that weren't kind to [02:17.732]Me comin' up? So like that syrup they cancelled, I'ma [02:20.949]Say, "**** you and your momma", then blame my rap persona (Gun smoke, gun smoke) [02:24.703]That's the excuse that I used to explain my grammar [02:27.415]Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications so I could air my frustrations [02:33.059]But I'll be damned if the same reporter's gonna shove another tape recorder [02:36.715]And camera in my face while I am at the Burger King just to grab my lil' baby daughter [02:41.640]A hamburger like Shady oughta be amicable [02:44.472]Guess that's the price that you pay for all the glamour [02:47.147]The fame and stardom, like when you're treated just like an animal, you'll (Gun smoke, gun smoke) [02:51.032]Not act like one when you came from bottom [02:53.219]But they gonna make me wanna pull a llama and make like I'm a mechanical bull [02:57.575]**** around and buck these hoes, ain't talkin' no luxury clothes [03:00.886]Two nines I tuck, see those? [03:02.558]Like Rock & Roll Hall of Famers, try and duck deez, yo [03:05.717]Hey, what the **** you want? [03:07.378]Didn't I just see you yesterday? [03:08.861]**** outta here, ****in' bitch [03:10.780]Now I'm much older, and I may be calmer, run up on me, and I might be a little less likely to go crazy on ya [03:16.128]And let the [03:16.610]Gun smoke [03:18.829]I just want the paper [03:25.395]I just want the paper [03:29.095]Gun smoke, gun smoke
