作词 : Gibbs, Jones, White I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray Smoke signals from the haze I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off The infrastructure cave in, amazin' I ain't have to read the Art of War to slay men Serve ******, bird ****** speakin' reckless When they momma love the kid's records, I've made you gutless You don't know struggle, throw couple shells at you Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen Gave you chumps a path to walk Hold my hand, I'm a guide you like the O.G. But don't talk, don't get it confused 'Cause none y'all can fit in my shoes Y'all made of chemicals, artificial accents God'll forgive you bastards Only if ya'll repent to the Nazareth Savage
I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished
Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla Can't come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes With the gladiator tattoos on it You scared to look too long at Sit on a don's lap tell you a story, shorty Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies Criminals that draw heat in their late forties Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes Savage guys, you hire Magnum P.I.'s to bag up my guys Said you was a thug with a good disguise Try to protect your cabbage You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies And all of y'all wear that same aroma How to blow on your eighth L.P, I'll show ya You're whack, *****, face it In the history of the game, you have no placement Liquor and **** just massacred their mind Or the celebrity or they couldn't change with time So now they run they mouth But when the sun go south, the guns come out My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin Casualty wanna you be, don't don't want it me, with straight savage
[00:00.000] 作词 : Gibbs, Jones, White [00:21.25]I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum [00:23.32]Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum [00:26.32]Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray [00:29.52]Smoke signals from the haze [00:31.58]I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke [00:34.32]That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off [00:36.82]The infrastructure cave in, amazin' [00:38.51]I ain't have to read the Art of War to slay men [00:41.82]Serve ******, bird ****** speakin' reckless [00:43.64]When they momma love the kid's records, I've made you gutless [00:46.32]You don't know struggle, throw couple shells at you [00:49.13]Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine [00:51.58]I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen [00:54.82]Gave you chumps a path to walk [00:56.84]Hold my hand, I'm a guide you like the O.G. [00:58.91]But don't talk, don't get it confused [01:00.41]'Cause none y'all can fit in my shoes [01:02.21]Y'all made of chemicals, artificial accents [01:04.09]God'll forgive you bastards [01:05.53]Only if ya'll repent to the Nazareth Savage [01:08.94] [01:17.62]I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? [01:20.05]Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished [01:22.54] [01:23.25]Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla [01:26.54]Can't come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah [01:30.48]You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes [01:32.35]With the gladiator tattoos on it [01:34.11]You scared to look too long at [01:35.78]Sit on a don's lap tell you a story, shorty [01:38.28]Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies [01:41.08]Criminals that draw heat in their late forties [01:43.57]Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours [01:45.83]Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes [01:49.19]Savage guys, you hire Magnum P.I.'s to bag up my guys [01:52.94]Said you was a thug with a good disguise [01:55.50]Try to protect your cabbage [01:56.87]You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage [01:59.01] [02:08.38]Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary [02:11.25]Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies [02:14.14]And all of y'all wear that same aroma [02:16.64]How to blow on your eighth L.P, I'll show ya [02:19.56]You're whack, *****, face it [02:21.49]In the history of the game, you have no placement [02:24.31]Liquor and **** just massacred their mind [02:26.86]Or the celebrity or they couldn't change with time [02:29.69]So now they run they mouth [02:31.32]But when the sun go south, the guns come out [02:33.63]My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin [02:35.95]Casualty wanna you be, don't don't want it me, with straight savage
