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The Off-Season专辑

  • 作词 : J. Cole
    作曲 : J. Cole
    m'ron & J. Cole]
    Killa, it's The Off-Season
    Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't ****in' with my man
    And don't check your watch, you know the time
    Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is ****in' finished (Yeah)
    This shit too easy for me now
    nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
    What you sold, I triple that, I can't believe these ****in' clowns
    Look how everybody clappin'
    When your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
    If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
    If you hated on a nigga , please don't greet me with a pound
    I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
    Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
    Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
    Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
    Vivid memories, nigga s start to squeeze, we duckin' down
    So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
    I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
    No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
    I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
    And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
    To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
    As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
    Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
    Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
    They gon' forever fatten
    See, we tried to tell nigga s, they act like they don't ****in' speak English
    (Start, start, start)
    bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
    I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
    The nigga that made them peep the reaper
    Creepin' on ya, the 聽the scent of failure reakin' on ya
    Check your genitalia, p*ssy nigga s bleedin' on yourself
    ****ing with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
    All your nigga s eatin' off your wealth
    All my nigga s feedin' all theyselves, and it feels swell
    Krispy Kreme dreams, sometimes my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh)
    'Cause they said they harassin'
    We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly
    That end in the deadliest fashion
    My young n***s nutty, they blastin'
    Bullets be hummin' like Cudi
    But one of your hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
    All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
    Shots poppin' off y'all, laid down, cops choppin' off y'all legs now
    (Shit) God's watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
    My nigga s looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way
    We sendin' it y'all way
    [Outro: Cam'ron]
    That's what the **** I'm talkin' 'bout
    Y'all see what the **** goin' on out here
    I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
    [Outro: Styles P]
    Put your hood up
    Put your hood up
    Put your hood up
    Put your clique up
    Put your clique up
    Put your clique up
    Put your clique up
    Represent your shit, mother****er
    Represent your shit, mother****er
    Represent your clique, mother****er
    Represent your clique, mother****er
    If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club
    If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club
  • [00:00.00] 作词 : J. Cole
    [00:01.00] 作曲 : J. Cole
    [00:08.45]m'ron & J. Cole]
    [00:16.30]Killa, it's The Off-Season
    [00:19.13]Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't ****in' with my man
    [00:21.47]And don't check your watch, you know the time
    [00:23.81]Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is ****in' finished (Yeah)
    [00:27.13]This shit too easy for me now
    [00:29.25]nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
    [00:32.03]What you sold, I triple that, I can't believe these ****in' clowns
    [00:35.28]Look how everybody clappin'
    [00:37.54]When your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
    [00:40.10]If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
    [00:43.72]If you hated on a nigga , please don't greet me with a pound
    [00:47.34]I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
    [00:50.55]Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
    [00:53.62]Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
    [00:57.07]Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
    [01:00.53]Vivid memories, nigga s start to squeeze, we duckin' down
    [01:03.67]So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
    [01:06.97]I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
    [01:10.73]No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
    [01:14.22]I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
    [01:17.51]And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
    [01:20.89]To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
    [01:24.20]As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
    [01:27.87]Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
    [01:30.97]Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
    [01:36.28]They gon' forever fatten
    [01:38.10]See, we tried to tell nigga s, they act like they don't ****in' speak English
    [01:41.36](Start, start, start)
    [01:42.58]bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
    [01:44.07]I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
    [01:46.21]The nigga that made them peep the reaper
    [01:48.65]Creepin' on ya, the 聽the scent of failure reakin' on ya
    [01:51.26]Check your genitalia, p*ssy nigga s bleedin' on yourself
    [01:54.88]****ing with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
    [01:58.42]All your nigga s eatin' off your wealth
    [02:00.67]All my nigga s feedin' all theyselves, and it feels swell
    [02:03.88]Krispy Kreme dreams, sometimes my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh)
    [02:07.05]'Cause they said they harassin'
    [02:09.24]We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly
    [02:11.09]That end in the deadliest fashion
    [02:12.82]My young n***s nutty, they blastin'
    [02:14.43]Bullets be hummin' like Cudi
    [02:15.50]But one of your hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
    [02:17.60]All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
    [02:20.12]Shots poppin' off y'all, laid down, cops choppin' off y'all legs now
    [02:24.30](Shit) God's watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
    [02:25.91]My nigga s looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way
    [02:27.13]We sendin' it y'all way
    [02:28.56] [Outro: Cam'ron]
    [02:31.30]That's what the **** I'm talkin' 'bout
    [02:33.99]Y'all see what the **** goin' on out here
    [02:38.86]I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
    [02:40.68][Outro: Styles P]
    [02:41.71]Put your hood up
    [02:42.14]Put your hood up
    [02:42.51]Put your hood up
    [02:47.39]Put your clique up
    [02:48.92]Put your clique up
    [02:50.16]Put your clique up
    [02:51.87]Put your clique up
    [02:53.75]Represent your shit, mother****er
    [02:55.22]Represent your shit, mother****er
    [02:57.51]Represent your clique, mother****er
    [03:03.89]Represent your clique, mother****er
    [03:07.71]If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club
    [03:10.76]If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club