Song | Play Your Flutes |
Artist | Goodie Mob |
Album | One Monkey Don't Stop No Show |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnett, Gipp, Knighton ... | |
People play your flutes | |
I hope I get to you | |
Hustlers play your flutes | |
Players play your flutes | |
Gangstas play your flutes | |
I hope I get to you [Kurupt] | |
My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons | |
It's different, sip on some ripple and here's where you stash the nickle | |
And baby a little pot of dough, | |
I got fly hoes already bitch | |
And I started pimping an hour ago | |
Uh, I know that you be watching | |
Trying to play with my intelligence, | |
I circulate the | |
West And what | |
I calculate baby just from you taking up my time | |
Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine | |
Cadillac and | |
Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa | |
Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer | |
Hang on, and don't you let go | |
I got game to make the rain freeze like snow | |
Gipp, they just don't get | |
Gipp, they can't fuck with us | |
Keep it moving in motion we | |
Dungeon Family baby | |
And I give to fuckers just the way | |
Los Angeles made me | |
All my [Chorus: only the first third] [T-Mo] | |
Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue | |
You don't have a clue | |
To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody | |
Execute your plan, to the fullest 3-4 taking me from coast to coast | |
Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni | |
G-Mo-B style, that how we ride to the fullest | |
Baby from the bottom to the top | |
We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining | |
From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest 'bout to blow | |
With the Mo- | |
B for life, | |
Goodie Mo- | |
B lumberjacking | |
Packing knowledge of self, | |
I hope our lyric help | |
Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation | |
Coming together for 2004 | |
That's how it go, nigga | |
You know the | |
Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga | |
Mo' That's how it go [Big Gipp] | |
Gangstas, you ain't gotta kill a man, try | |
Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line | |
Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt | |
Like some honey baked toast | |
Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day | |
In the lord | |
I pray, but the | |
S-K Spray a little bit then the police will come | |
Holding my nuts everytime | |
I don't run | |
Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the | |
PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights | |
Slide to the left baby | |
I'mma hit it right | |
Came into the front yard, on-on-one fist fight | |
O. G.'s from the hood told me to keep my shit right | |
And if they try my mama house, | |
I'll take the first flight | |
The same niggaz that said they had my back | |
They got them folks sniffing 'round my pine, | |
I'm gone [Chorus: only the first two-thirds] [Khujo] | |
Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes | |
Hustlas pick up your flutes | |
It's your boy ' | |
Jo Goodie, and people don't shoot | |
I hope I get to y'all in one piece | |
Cuz tomorrow ain't promised, | |
I hid in the belly of the beast | |
Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat | |
HIV running rapid in my community | |
Teen pregnancies, children having children | |
People sleeping, on the street | |
So it ain't all | |
G-double O- | |
D Don't think | |
I got it gravy when you see ' | |
Jo Goodie on | |
TV I know this gon be the death of me | |
But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli | |
Last year, the devil tried to kill me | |
But y'all showed mercy, on him, he pleased | |
Now I'm a below the knee amputee, back on the street | |
Happily married with four kids, and | |
I'll still split your wig [Chorus] [Outro: Kurupt (overlap the chorus)] | |
Real G'd Up | |
Goodie Mob | |
Kurupt Young | |
Gotti J-Wells, | |
Bonzi J-Wells | |
Dungeon... |
zuo ci : Barnett, Gipp, Knighton ... | |
People play your flutes | |
I hope I get to you | |
Hustlers play your flutes | |
Players play your flutes | |
Gangstas play your flutes | |
I hope I get to you Kurupt | |
My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons | |
It' s different, sip on some ripple and here' s where you stash the nickle | |
And baby a little pot of dough, | |
I got fly hoes already bitch | |
And I started pimping an hour ago | |
Uh, I know that you be watching | |
Trying to play with my intelligence, | |
I circulate the | |
West And what | |
I calculate baby just from you taking up my time | |
Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine | |
Cadillac and | |
Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa | |
Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer | |
Hang on, and don' t you let go | |
I got game to make the rain freeze like snow | |
Gipp, they just don' t get | |
Gipp, they can' t fuck with us | |
Keep it moving in motion we | |
Dungeon Family baby | |
And I give to fuckers just the way | |
Los Angeles made me | |
All my Chorus: only the first third TMo | |
Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue | |
You don' t have a clue | |
To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody | |
Execute your plan, to the fullest 34 taking me from coast to coast | |
Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni | |
GMoB style, that how we ride to the fullest | |
Baby from the bottom to the top | |
We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining | |
From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest ' bout to blow | |
With the Mo | |
B for life, | |
Goodie Mo | |
B lumberjacking | |
Packing knowledge of self, | |
I hope our lyric help | |
Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation | |
Coming together for 2004 | |
That' s how it go, nigga | |
You know the | |
Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga | |
Mo' That' s how it go Big Gipp | |
Gangstas, you ain' t gotta kill a man, try | |
Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line | |
Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt | |
Like some honey baked toast | |
Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day | |
In the lord | |
I pray, but the | |
SK Spray a little bit then the police will come | |
Holding my nuts everytime | |
I don' t run | |
Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the | |
PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights | |
Slide to the left baby | |
I' mma hit it right | |
Came into the front yard, ononone fist fight | |
O. G.' s from the hood told me to keep my shit right | |
And if they try my mama house, | |
I' ll take the first flight | |
The same niggaz that said they had my back | |
They got them folks sniffing ' round my pine, | |
I' m gone Chorus: only the first twothirds Khujo | |
Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes | |
Hustlas pick up your flutes | |
It' s your boy ' | |
Jo Goodie, and people don' t shoot | |
I hope I get to y' all in one piece | |
Cuz tomorrow ain' t promised, | |
I hid in the belly of the beast | |
Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat | |
HIV running rapid in my community | |
Teen pregnancies, children having children | |
People sleeping, on the street | |
So it ain' t all | |
Gdouble O | |
D Don' t think | |
I got it gravy when you see ' | |
Jo Goodie on | |
TV I know this gon be the death of me | |
But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli | |
Last year, the devil tried to kill me | |
But y' all showed mercy, on him, he pleased | |
Now I' m a below the knee amputee, back on the street | |
Happily married with four kids, and | |
I' ll still split your wig Chorus Outro: Kurupt overlap the chorus | |
Real G' d Up | |
Goodie Mob | |
Kurupt Young | |
Gotti JWells, | |
Bonzi JWells | |
Dungeon... |
zuò cí : Barnett, Gipp, Knighton ... | |
People play your flutes | |
I hope I get to you | |
Hustlers play your flutes | |
Players play your flutes | |
Gangstas play your flutes | |
I hope I get to you Kurupt | |
My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons | |
It' s different, sip on some ripple and here' s where you stash the nickle | |
And baby a little pot of dough, | |
I got fly hoes already bitch | |
And I started pimping an hour ago | |
Uh, I know that you be watching | |
Trying to play with my intelligence, | |
I circulate the | |
West And what | |
I calculate baby just from you taking up my time | |
Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine | |
Cadillac and | |
Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa | |
Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer | |
Hang on, and don' t you let go | |
I got game to make the rain freeze like snow | |
Gipp, they just don' t get | |
Gipp, they can' t fuck with us | |
Keep it moving in motion we | |
Dungeon Family baby | |
And I give to fuckers just the way | |
Los Angeles made me | |
All my Chorus: only the first third TMo | |
Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue | |
You don' t have a clue | |
To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody | |
Execute your plan, to the fullest 34 taking me from coast to coast | |
Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni | |
GMoB style, that how we ride to the fullest | |
Baby from the bottom to the top | |
We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining | |
From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest ' bout to blow | |
With the Mo | |
B for life, | |
Goodie Mo | |
B lumberjacking | |
Packing knowledge of self, | |
I hope our lyric help | |
Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation | |
Coming together for 2004 | |
That' s how it go, nigga | |
You know the | |
Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga | |
Mo' That' s how it go Big Gipp | |
Gangstas, you ain' t gotta kill a man, try | |
Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line | |
Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt | |
Like some honey baked toast | |
Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day | |
In the lord | |
I pray, but the | |
SK Spray a little bit then the police will come | |
Holding my nuts everytime | |
I don' t run | |
Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the | |
PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights | |
Slide to the left baby | |
I' mma hit it right | |
Came into the front yard, ononone fist fight | |
O. G.' s from the hood told me to keep my shit right | |
And if they try my mama house, | |
I' ll take the first flight | |
The same niggaz that said they had my back | |
They got them folks sniffing ' round my pine, | |
I' m gone Chorus: only the first twothirds Khujo | |
Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes | |
Hustlas pick up your flutes | |
It' s your boy ' | |
Jo Goodie, and people don' t shoot | |
I hope I get to y' all in one piece | |
Cuz tomorrow ain' t promised, | |
I hid in the belly of the beast | |
Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat | |
HIV running rapid in my community | |
Teen pregnancies, children having children | |
People sleeping, on the street | |
So it ain' t all | |
Gdouble O | |
D Don' t think | |
I got it gravy when you see ' | |
Jo Goodie on | |
TV I know this gon be the death of me | |
But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli | |
Last year, the devil tried to kill me | |
But y' all showed mercy, on him, he pleased | |
Now I' m a below the knee amputee, back on the street | |
Happily married with four kids, and | |
I' ll still split your wig Chorus Outro: Kurupt overlap the chorus | |
Real G' d Up | |
Goodie Mob | |
Kurupt Young | |
Gotti JWells, | |
Bonzi JWells | |
Dungeon... |