Song | Da Heartbreaka |
Artist | Heather B. |
Album | Takin' Mine |
作词 : B., Gardner, Parker | |
Where all the real heads at? | |
Word up Fuck all that bullshit | |
Yo! Soundman! | |
Turn it up! [Heather B] | |
Uh-huh! We call this one "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} "Da Heartbreaka" - | |
Niggaz is wildin out, no doubt {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} | |
For those that made it alive in ninety-five | |
I'm bout to hit you with the nine-six shit {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} | |
Believe that, rowdy niggaz up {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} | |
Raise yo' | |
L's and yo' middle left finger | |
Heather bout to bring this whole thing to a close | |
Zonin those that even try to be more than local | |
Rugged styles and vocal be my | |
M.O. Shop is bein set up in yo' district and area with the brick exterior - you can't blow it down | |
Focus on my side, check yo' bag at the door | |
I prosecute bitin bitches to the fullest of the law | |
There'll be no boostin, there'll be no lootin "Glocks Down" - | |
FUCK THAT, | |
I'll start shootin | |
No trespassin, no intrudin | |
Wannabe hoods want my spot ruined | |
You betta watch yo' back or it's | |
BLAOW We ain't peace cause you smoke lye now | |
You ain't come around back when | |
I wasn't smokin | |
Now all the time you wanna be tokin | |
I'M OPEN, open like the two-four spot | |
Got dimes of chocolate rhymes for the heads to get hot | |
Supply up your section with my illest, of weapon | |
I'm lettin no one in here unannounced {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" | |
Labels flippin on me but | |
I'm true to the street | |
This greedy world don't give a | |
FUCK how I eat | |
So I do my thing, survive or die | |
My back against the wall and they tellin me | |
I can't talk to the streets no more, are they stupid? | |
I'm ridin through the | |
Ave on a hollow-tip bullet | |
Sippin on | |
Remi, got a magnum of | |
Mo-e' I only want niggaz and shorties to know me | |
They feel what | |
I feel and they talk what | |
I talk I gotta please heads in | |
New Jerz and | |
New York Move me from my post when | |
I'm strictly | |
East coast | |
Recognize the most thoroughest, word is bond | |
Armored clips of lyrics and stacks of steel tracks | |
Still slashin niggaz cause | |
I'm on it like that | |
I burn excess fat with a six-pack of muscle | |
Now go and get | |
Russell to hear my _ | |
Def Jam_ {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" | |
So yo, stand yo' ground, make your mark, state your claim | |
In this rap game, there is no room for get-overs | |
Make room, for winners not losers, | |
Big Willies | |
Big Wilmas who lookin to shine for nine- | |
BREAK Brace yourself cause it's about to be on and | |
I can feel it | |
I done stopped, and folded this shit, now | |
I'ma seal it | |
Shorty, you better stay clear of my direction | |
Servin verbal detention all day, and every day | |
Now who was it that said females can't rhyme? | |
I'm witchu | |
That's why real niggaz got to keep this shit true | |
It's those | |
Beck's and | |
Heineken's | |
I crack from time and time again that keeps me rhymin, while the rest of them, be home sleepin | |
These drums will be hummed throughout | |
ALL the ghetto slum | |
Now who the bumba claat, wan fi test me now huh? | |
It's a shame son, | |
I got to be on it, like this | |
But it's time | |
I let 'em know, | |
I'll have none of this shit "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
Common Sense*} {*scratching fades out*} |
zuò cí : B., Gardner, Parker | |
Where all the real heads at? | |
Word up Fuck all that bullshit | |
Yo! Soundman! | |
Turn it up! Heather B | |
Uhhuh! We call this one " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Da Heartbreaka" | |
Niggaz is wildin out, no doubt " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense | |
For those that made it alive in ninetyfive | |
I' m bout to hit you with the ninesix shit " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense | |
Believe that, rowdy niggaz up " Two, three, BREAK!" | |
Raise yo' | |
L' s and yo' middle left finger | |
Heather bout to bring this whole thing to a close | |
Zonin those that even try to be more than local | |
Rugged styles and vocal be my | |
M. O. Shop is bein set up in yo' district and area with the brick exterior you can' t blow it down | |
Focus on my side, check yo' bag at the door | |
I prosecute bitin bitches to the fullest of the law | |
There' ll be no boostin, there' ll be no lootin " Glocks Down" | |
FUCK THAT, | |
I' ll start shootin | |
No trespassin, no intrudin | |
Wannabe hoods want my spot ruined | |
You betta watch yo' back or it' s | |
BLAOW We ain' t peace cause you smoke lye now | |
You ain' t come around back when | |
I wasn' t smokin | |
Now all the time you wanna be tokin | |
I' M OPEN, open like the twofour spot | |
Got dimes of chocolate rhymes for the heads to get hot | |
Supply up your section with my illest, of weapon | |
I' m lettin no one in here unannounced " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" | |
Labels flippin on me but | |
I' m true to the street | |
This greedy world don' t give a | |
FUCK how I eat | |
So I do my thing, survive or die | |
My back against the wall and they tellin me | |
I can' t talk to the streets no more, are they stupid? | |
I' m ridin through the | |
Ave on a hollowtip bullet | |
Sippin on | |
Remi, got a magnum of | |
Moe' I only want niggaz and shorties to know me | |
They feel what | |
I feel and they talk what | |
I talk I gotta please heads in | |
New Jerz and | |
New York Move me from my post when | |
I' m strictly | |
East coast | |
Recognize the most thoroughest, word is bond | |
Armored clips of lyrics and stacks of steel tracks | |
Still slashin niggaz cause | |
I' m on it like that | |
I burn excess fat with a sixpack of muscle | |
Now go and get | |
Russell to hear my _ | |
Def Jam_ " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" | |
So yo, stand yo' ground, make your mark, state your claim | |
In this rap game, there is no room for getovers | |
Make room, for winners not losers, | |
Big Willies | |
Big Wilmas who lookin to shine for nine | |
BREAK Brace yourself cause it' s about to be on and | |
I can feel it | |
I done stopped, and folded this shit, now | |
I' ma seal it | |
Shorty, you better stay clear of my direction | |
Servin verbal detention all day, and every day | |
Now who was it that said females can' t rhyme? | |
I' m witchu | |
That' s why real niggaz got to keep this shit true | |
It' s those | |
Beck' s and | |
Heineken' s | |
I crack from time and time again that keeps me rhymin, while the rest of them, be home sleepin | |
These drums will be hummed throughout | |
ALL the ghetto slum | |
Now who the bumba claat, wan fi test me now huh? | |
It' s a shame son, | |
I got to be on it, like this | |
But it' s time | |
I let ' em know, | |
I' ll have none of this shit " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
Common Sense scratching fades out |