| Song | One Time Freestyle |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | Making Trouble |
| 作词 : DJ Ready Red, Prince Johny ... | |
| Yo, johny c and box, rock it freestyle, one time | |
| [ verse 1：johny c ] | |
| The beat is pumpin, party's jumpin, makes you shakin the ground | |
| Suckers starin while i'm darin you to try to get down | |
| I'm controllin and i'm rollin out on any mc | |
| He's not happy, that's a smile full of jealousy | |
| Cold crushin and i'm dustin, leavin suckers behind | |
| I could never be took, cause what's mine is mine | |
| And i'm just realizin, i'm only hypnotizin | |
| Girlies are in trance, breakin in cold sweat | |
| When i snap my fingers you shall all snap out of it | |
| I'm elevated, the greatness i've created | |
| And i wanna thank god i finally made it | |
| My beat is uptown, no, i won't trade it | |
| Makin big bucks and none's drug-related | |
| My dj's ready red, and he could never be imitated | |
| So push 'power' and you'll hear the grand wizard fade it | |
| Yo box | |
| [ verse 2: juxe box ] | |
| The time has come that i serve and you observe | |
| You wanna challenge competition, you lack the nerve | |
| I'm your destruction and come prior to ya, you gotta accept | |
| And i be makin cash money, you a demo cassette | |
| With a killer-like motive and a four-wheel drive | |
| Keep you punks lined up, everyone will survive | |
| I know you steal from other rappers like a rat on the hunt | |
| Therefore your rhyme is just ???, so yo, don't front | |
| Juke box the undisputed power house on the scene | |
| Representin 5th ward, not hollis, queens | |
| But if you know we're from the country, crushin kamikazie | |
| You ain't on my mission, break out, see i advise you | |
| Break fool and terrorize everything in sight | |
| And never scared to book em when you get uptight | |
| [ verse 3: johny c ] | |
| Now i'm the prince of rhyme, and all of you cry | |
| And i'm inspired by the beat and all you suckers who try | |
| To defeat the undefeated johny c has the mind | |
| To destroy the wonderboy, and any of mankind | |
| Cause i'm never caught slippin, performance is tipped and | |
| Like a hoe your ride my jock, i might as well start pimpin | |
| Lyrics of destruction, invincible song | |
| Runnin from the prince of rap, though i'm king-kong | |
| Cause i'm shakin the nation, tearin down every tank | |
| Only once i lost a battle, then i broke the sucker neck | |
| It was an mc named (toy) he was a dumb-ass (boy) | |
| Disc jockey farted as he charged to defeat the mccoy | |
| I'm a rhyming rap wizard, rhymes are like venom | |
| Bite em, you'll die, and i just say "to hell with him" | |
| Why should i care for you suckers out there | |
| Shoot you down in every battle, you still scream "unfair!" | |
| Time for a rumble in this concrete jungle | |
| Whiz that take a quiz, shoot you down in one bundle | |
| My rhymes are motivating, your body responds | |
| With the center party people gettin funky for mine | |
| I'm a rapper, i'm through with ya, posse (tug of war) | |
| We're confiscating (and raiding) and still the boys are hardocre | |
| Rrrah | |
| [ verse 4: juke box ] | |
| Juke box, the rhyme performer performin a rhyme | |
| I'm like the sun, muthafucka, now watch me shine | |
| Spread light across the land, cause i'm the man | |
| The original party rocker of an uptown jam | |
| You know my style will never fade, you punks get slayed | |
| I'm intendin to rock, there's money to be made | |
| The undisputed rap pro keepin you on the go | |
| Purchase, go buy a ticket to see my show | |
| Because i made a lot of cash, we took you fast | |
| But now you're jockin the box and i don't need your dumb ass | |
| One time | |
| [ ready red ] | |
| Yo johny c and box, man | |
| I want y'all to just chill out, man | |
| Gimme the mic, man | |
| I'ma show you how y'all rock this thing one time, man | |
| Y'all know how to rock a uptown jam | |
| Let's me show you what's up here, man | |
| You know what i'm sayin? | |
| Grand wizard dj red in effect | |
| Word, bust this | |
| [ verse 5: dj ready red ] | |
| My home is where i roam, turntable's my peace | |
| And in creation is a masterpiece | |
| Because my music's my mind, cuttin breaks with rhymes | |
| Snappin fingers, clappin hands, shakin behinds | |
| Tearin up the place with the beats galore | |
| Within my own world, we're no amateurs | |
| Because i stayed in my room till my knowledge improved | |
| Got busy tryin to catch the groove | |
| You know i cut and scratched till i get it right | |
| So now i rock a party morning, noon and night | |
| You know i be jammin with my musical skill | |
| My hands are deadly on the wheels of steel | |
| One time | |
| Yeah | |
| It's the geto boys in effect |
| zuò cí : DJ Ready Red, Prince Johny ... | |
| Yo, johny c and box, rock it freestyle, one time | |
| verse 1: johny c | |
| The beat is pumpin, party' s jumpin, makes you shakin the ground | |
| Suckers starin while i' m darin you to try to get down | |
| I' m controllin and i' m rollin out on any mc | |
| He' s not happy, that' s a smile full of jealousy | |
| Cold crushin and i' m dustin, leavin suckers behind | |
| I could never be took, cause what' s mine is mine | |
| And i' m just realizin, i' m only hypnotizin | |
| Girlies are in trance, breakin in cold sweat | |
| When i snap my fingers you shall all snap out of it | |
| I' m elevated, the greatness i' ve created | |
| And i wanna thank god i finally made it | |
| My beat is uptown, no, i won' t trade it | |
| Makin big bucks and none' s drugrelated | |
| My dj' s ready red, and he could never be imitated | |
| So push ' power' and you' ll hear the grand wizard fade it | |
| Yo box | |
| verse 2: juxe box | |
| The time has come that i serve and you observe | |
| You wanna challenge competition, you lack the nerve | |
| I' m your destruction and come prior to ya, you gotta accept | |
| And i be makin cash money, you a demo cassette | |
| With a killerlike motive and a fourwheel drive | |
| Keep you punks lined up, everyone will survive | |
| I know you steal from other rappers like a rat on the hunt | |
| Therefore your rhyme is just ???, so yo, don' t front | |
| Juke box the undisputed power house on the scene | |
| Representin 5th ward, not hollis, queens | |
| But if you know we' re from the country, crushin kamikazie | |
| You ain' t on my mission, break out, see i advise you | |
| Break fool and terrorize everything in sight | |
| And never scared to book em when you get uptight | |
| verse 3: johny c | |
| Now i' m the prince of rhyme, and all of you cry | |
| And i' m inspired by the beat and all you suckers who try | |
| To defeat the undefeated johny c has the mind | |
| To destroy the wonderboy, and any of mankind | |
| Cause i' m never caught slippin, performance is tipped and | |
| Like a hoe your ride my jock, i might as well start pimpin | |
| Lyrics of destruction, invincible song | |
| Runnin from the prince of rap, though i' m kingkong | |
| Cause i' m shakin the nation, tearin down every tank | |
| Only once i lost a battle, then i broke the sucker neck | |
| It was an mc named toy he was a dumbass boy | |
| Disc jockey farted as he charged to defeat the mccoy | |
| I' m a rhyming rap wizard, rhymes are like venom | |
| Bite em, you' ll die, and i just say " to hell with him" | |
| Why should i care for you suckers out there | |
| Shoot you down in every battle, you still scream " unfair!" | |
| Time for a rumble in this concrete jungle | |
| Whiz that take a quiz, shoot you down in one bundle | |
| My rhymes are motivating, your body responds | |
| With the center party people gettin funky for mine | |
| I' m a rapper, i' m through with ya, posse tug of war | |
| We' re confiscating and raiding and still the boys are hardocre | |
| Rrrah | |
| verse 4: juke box | |
| Juke box, the rhyme performer performin a rhyme | |
| I' m like the sun, muthafucka, now watch me shine | |
| Spread light across the land, cause i' m the man | |
| The original party rocker of an uptown jam | |
| You know my style will never fade, you punks get slayed | |
| I' m intendin to rock, there' s money to be made | |
| The undisputed rap pro keepin you on the go | |
| Purchase, go buy a ticket to see my show | |
| Because i made a lot of cash, we took you fast | |
| But now you' re jockin the box and i don' t need your dumb ass | |
| One time | |
| ready red | |
| Yo johny c and box, man | |
| I want y' all to just chill out, man | |
| Gimme the mic, man | |
| I' ma show you how y' all rock this thing one time, man | |
| Y' all know how to rock a uptown jam | |
| Let' s me show you what' s up here, man | |
| You know what i' m sayin? | |
| Grand wizard dj red in effect | |
| Word, bust this | |
| verse 5: dj ready red | |
| My home is where i roam, turntable' s my peace | |
| And in creation is a masterpiece | |
| Because my music' s my mind, cuttin breaks with rhymes | |
| Snappin fingers, clappin hands, shakin behinds | |
| Tearin up the place with the beats galore | |
| Within my own world, we' re no amateurs | |
| Because i stayed in my room till my knowledge improved | |
| Got busy tryin to catch the groove | |
| You know i cut and scratched till i get it right | |
| So now i rock a party morning, noon and night | |
| You know i be jammin with my musical skill | |
| My hands are deadly on the wheels of steel | |
| One time | |
| Yeah | |
| It' s the geto boys in effect |