| Song | If Headz Only Knew... |
| Artist | Heather B. |
| Album | Takin' Mine |
| 作词 : B., Gardner, Parker | |
| Ah, ahhh, huh.. | |
| Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up [Chorus 2X: Heather B] | |
| If headz only knew how | |
| I felt about the rap game | |
| They'd know - | |
| I ain't goin out | |
| If headz only knew how | |
| I felt about the rap game | |
| They'd know - | |
| I ain't goin out [Heather B] "I'm Every Woman," like | |
| Whitney, and | |
| Chaka I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja | |
| I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel | |
| Rainin on hoes in weak shows like | |
| Tempest Bledsoe | |
| My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed | |
| It be these wild niggaz that | |
| I roll and stand with | |
| I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph | |
| My grill be like what? | |
| Niggaz know, | |
| I don't give a fuck | |
| I stay in touch with the streets, the corners | |
| Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner | |
| You wanna know why | |
| I keep it real, cause it's easy | |
| Fuck the fancy shit, it's the simple things that please me | |
| I sports fat gear, along with no name shit | |
| As long as | |
| I got me some cash, | |
| I don't care who name on my hip | |
| I'm doin shit for noventa-seis | |
| That's nine-six in | |
| Spanish, why don't your wack ass vanish [Chorus] [Heather B] | |
| Demolition done, competition none | |
| Reputation unsung strong long ground what | |
| I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines | |
| I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin | |
| It's more to it, than a | |
| Lex and duplex | |
| Don't sell sex or 'mote sex sells, | |
| I got more respect | |
| Dressed in jeans, | |
| Gortex and striped rugbies with the strength of fifty-four niggaz, word, that love me | |
| Hoes ain't ready for the shit | |
| I got And when | |
| I finally rock they'll see | |
| I turned it up a notch | |
| No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin | |
| I hope that you be hopin, when | |
| I'm rhymin, | |
| I'm jokin | |
| My tech', is more complex than weed smokin | |
| Senile, it's time that | |
| I get more agile | |
| Style versatile, | |
| FUCK doin a minute, in the penile | |
| Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile | |
| Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you [Chorus] [Heather B] | |
| To all the doubters, givin they opinion | |
| My rhyme style winnin so | |
| I'll just keep spittin | |
| Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and | |
| I don't give a fuck no more | |
| Fuck that herb and his whore, cause yo in my last game of freestylin | |
| I dropped fifty | |
| They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones | |
| And then the tech', for bringin bitches down by they neck | |
| Yo stop it, now there's no need to get wrecked | |
| You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul | |
| I'll have you wipin shit wit'cho white towel | |
| I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop | |
| OOH! Heather | |
| B, y'all ain't know | |
| I get up Plus | |
| I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the | |
| FUCK UP A team player, strategy the full court press up | |
| Fat jersey and a baggy short | |
| Guess Yeah, | |
| I even spotted 'em ten and did damage | |
| Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage | |
| But even then, | |
| I'm not one to underestimate | |
| So the whole forty-eight | |
| I banged out in the paint | |
| And when it all, was put on the line | |
| Tied score, second left in double overtime | |
| These bitches went and fouled me, they must not know that in the clutch, | |
| Heather B was gon' sink both free throws [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : B., Gardner, Parker | |
| Ah, ahhh, huh.. | |
| Ain' t no shorts gon' be taken, word up Chorus 2X: Heather B | |
| If headz only knew how | |
| I felt about the rap game | |
| They' d know | |
| I ain' t goin out | |
| If headz only knew how | |
| I felt about the rap game | |
| They' d know | |
| I ain' t goin out Heather B " I' m Every Woman," like | |
| Whitney, and | |
| Chaka I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja | |
| I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel | |
| Rainin on hoes in weak shows like | |
| Tempest Bledsoe | |
| My head so heavy, heavyheaded, heavyhanded | |
| It be these wild niggaz that | |
| I roll and stand with | |
| I be rhymin ' til dusk, bout trials and triumph | |
| My grill be like what? | |
| Niggaz know, | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| I stay in touch with the streets, the corners | |
| Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner | |
| You wanna know why | |
| I keep it real, cause it' s easy | |
| Fuck the fancy shit, it' s the simple things that please me | |
| I sports fat gear, along with no name shit | |
| As long as | |
| I got me some cash, | |
| I don' t care who name on my hip | |
| I' m doin shit for noventaseis | |
| That' s ninesix in | |
| Spanish, why don' t your wack ass vanish Chorus Heather B | |
| Demolition done, competition none | |
| Reputation unsung strong long ground what | |
| I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines | |
| I' m herbally and verbally distributin you listenin | |
| It' s more to it, than a | |
| Lex and duplex | |
| Don' t sell sex or ' mote sex sells, | |
| I got more respect | |
| Dressed in jeans, | |
| Gortex and striped rugbies with the strength of fiftyfour niggaz, word, that love me | |
| Hoes ain' t ready for the shit | |
| I got And when | |
| I finally rock they' ll see | |
| I turned it up a notch | |
| No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin | |
| I hope that you be hopin, when | |
| I' m rhymin, | |
| I' m jokin | |
| My tech', is more complex than weed smokin | |
| Senile, it' s time that | |
| I get more agile | |
| Style versatile, | |
| FUCK doin a minute, in the penile | |
| Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile | |
| Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you Chorus Heather B | |
| To all the doubters, givin they opinion | |
| My rhyme style winnin so | |
| I' ll just keep spittin | |
| Yeah, I' m just nasty like that and | |
| I don' t give a fuck no more | |
| Fuck that herb and his whore, cause yo in my last game of freestylin | |
| I dropped fifty | |
| They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones | |
| And then the tech', for bringin bitches down by they neck | |
| Yo stop it, now there' s no need to get wrecked | |
| You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it' s foul | |
| I' ll have you wipin shit wit' cho white towel | |
| I crashed yo' bust cause you don' t think when you shoot that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alleyoop | |
| OOH! Heather | |
| B, y' all ain' t know | |
| I get up Plus | |
| I make my layups, so all you heffers shut the | |
| FUCK UP A team player, strategy the full court press up | |
| Fat jersey and a baggy short | |
| Guess Yeah, | |
| I even spotted ' em ten and did damage | |
| Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage | |
| But even then, | |
| I' m not one to underestimate | |
| So the whole fortyeight | |
| I banged out in the paint | |
| And when it all, was put on the line | |
| Tied score, second left in double overtime | |
| These bitches went and fouled me, they must not know that in the clutch, | |
| Heather B was gon' sink both free throws Chorus |