| 作词 : Pee Wee, Shaw, Shorty B. | |
| Aww hell, nah nigga | |
| We ain't doin' no freestyles | |
| Don't even know how to do that shit | |
| Yeah, whatever | |
| Check it out man, check this one out | |
| I been rappin' for half my life | |
| I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic | |
| If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool | |
| I was born on the mic before you went to school | |
| Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup | |
| I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff | |
| Now you're flowin' like your name is | |
| WaterBut I'm ten years older and my game is harder | |
| I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin' | |
| I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen | |
| Before you grab the mic and act wild | |
| Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style | |
| And it's all from head, passin' round the mic | |
| Never even care who you sounded like | |
| Sound like | |
| Snoop Dogg, then you switched to | |
| TreachBit the | |
| Pharcyde then | |
| A Tribe Called | |
| QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right? | |
| Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight | |
| And keep rappin', | |
| I'm floatin' past all the stops | |
| In a clean ass | |
| Benz I have all the props | |
| Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my | |
| VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser | |
| And a Too $hort fan, faithfully | |
| When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me | |
| To the beat y'all and it don't stop | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| To the beat y'all, and it don't stop | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named $hort | |
| Rappers always talk about the way | |
| I can't flow | |
| But let me hit the mall with the same | |
| MC'sI be signin' autographs, spend a gang of | |
| G'sWhile you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya | |
| Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja | |
| Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars | |
| Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars | |
| Freestylin', but you ain't original, no | |
| You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes | |
| And to think you could hang with me | |
| I never would spit this game for free | |
| I'm the T double | |
| O, S H O R | |
| T, I rock all stages and any parties | |
| Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank | |
| I drop my top when it's hot and sunny | |
| So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money | |
| I set trends in the rap game bitch | |
| And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit | |
| I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap | |
| So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap | |
| No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick | |
| Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it | |
| I'm not a no good punk, | |
| I coulda macked your mother | |
| But Life is | |
| Too $hort, so | |
| I kept it undercover | |
| Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin' | |
| But old Short | |
| Dawg'll your ass what happened | |
| To a fake | |
| MC, who tried to get with me | |
| I ended his career, instantly | |
| And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you | |
| You're phony and | |
| I'm all about bein' true | |
| You drive a bucket, that you bought for a | |
| GI ride around snuffin' them fo'-eighteens | |
| In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck | |
| Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked | |
| Benzos, Lexus, | |
| Rolex and | |
| CaddyFine lil' bitches havin' sex with | |
| DaddyI ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of slack | |
| You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack | |
| What's yours is hers, she don't trip | |
| Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch | |
| But you're so weak and it shows in your rap | |
| I'm out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat | |
| While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama | |
| I bought my mother a house in | |
| AtlantaAnd you can't stand it, so what do you say | |
| Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin' way | |
| But here I am, workin' in the studio | |
| And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow | |
| By the time you make one | |
| I'll be on ten | |
| Hit the studio nigga and do it again | |
| To the beat y'all, and it don't stop | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| To the beat y'all, and it don't stop | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| Now ask New | |
| York, can | |
| Too $hort flow? | |
| Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know | |
| Then ask Philly, can | |
| I rap?South side of | |
| Chicago, who's the mack? | |
| I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me | |
| Every time | |
| I perform, | |
| I make a lot of | |
| G's'Cause | |
| I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit | |
| Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch | |
| Every single day at the house, what's wrong wichu? | |
| Eatin' fast food if you only knew | |
| I understand though, 'cause | |
| I been there befo' | |
| Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go | |
| Daydreams, about bein' great | |
| It all started back when | |
| I was sellin' tapesin eighty-two, eighty-three eighty-fo' on up | |
| Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on up | |
| And when it happened, | |
| I still had to wait | |
| I didn't get paid till eighty-eight | |
| I made nine albums in nine years | |
| I'm a true blue | |
| West Coast pioneer | |
| Dr. Dre, Ice- | |
| T, and all the rest | |
| All that money we makin' don't fault the | |
| West'Cause we ain't the ones who created rap | |
| But when we made the shit, we made it fat | |
| And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
| It goes on 'cause | |
| I don't stop rappin' | |
| Beyotch |
| zuo ci : Pee Wee, Shaw, Shorty B. | |
| Aww hell, nah nigga | |
| We ain' t doin' no freestyles | |
| Don' t even know how to do that shit | |
| Yeah, whatever | |
| Check it out man, check this one out | |
| I been rappin' for half my life | |
| I' m twentyeight now, sayin' pass the mic | |
| If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool | |
| I was born on the mic before you went to school | |
| Talkin' ' bout pimp shit, you know whassup | |
| I wonder if you mom' ll let you play that stuff | |
| Now you' re flowin' like your name is | |
| WaterBut I' m ten years older and my game is harder | |
| I' m not tryin' to say you' re out there dissin' | |
| I' m just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen | |
| Before you grab the mic and act wild | |
| Bitin' on the next nigga' s mackin' style | |
| And it' s all from head, passin' round the mic | |
| Never even care who you sounded like | |
| Sound like | |
| Snoop Dogg, then you switched to | |
| TreachBit the | |
| Pharcyde then | |
| A Tribe Called | |
| QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right? | |
| Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight | |
| And keep rappin', | |
| I' m floatin' past all the stops | |
| In a clean ass | |
| Benz I have all the props | |
| Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my | |
| VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser | |
| And a Too hort fan, faithfully | |
| When I came to your town she couldn' t wait to see me | |
| To the beat y' all and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Let me tell you somethin' ' bout a nigga named hort | |
| Rappers always talk about the way | |
| I can' t flow | |
| But let me hit the mall with the same | |
| MC' sI be signin' autographs, spend a gang of | |
| G' sWhile you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya | |
| Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja | |
| Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars | |
| Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars | |
| Freestylin', but you ain' t original, no | |
| You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes | |
| And to think you could hang with me | |
| I never would spit this game for free | |
| I' m the T double | |
| O, S H O R | |
| T, I rock all stages and any parties | |
| Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank | |
| I drop my top when it' s hot and sunny | |
| So how you talk shit when you ain' t havin' no money | |
| I set trends in the rap game bitch | |
| And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit | |
| I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap | |
| So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap | |
| No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick | |
| Put them legs up high she couldn' t handle it | |
| I' m not a no good punk, | |
| I coulda macked your mother | |
| But Life is | |
| Too hort, so | |
| I kept it undercover | |
| Now you' re all grown up, with your partners rappin' | |
| But old Short | |
| Dawg' ll your ass what happened | |
| To a fake | |
| MC, who tried to get with me | |
| I ended his career, instantly | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Now let' s compare the lifestyles, of me and you | |
| You' re phony and | |
| I' m all about bein' true | |
| You drive a bucket, that you bought for a | |
| GI ride around snuffin' them fo' eighteens | |
| In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck | |
| Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked | |
| Benzos, Lexus, | |
| Rolex and | |
| CaddyFine lil' bitches havin' sex with | |
| DaddyI ain' t givin' no bitch, no kind of slack | |
| You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack | |
| What' s yours is hers, she don' t trip | |
| Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch | |
| But you' re so weak and it shows in your rap | |
| I' m out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat | |
| While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama | |
| I bought my mother a house in | |
| AtlantaAnd you can' t stand it, so what do you say | |
| Too hort can' t rap, no fuckin' way | |
| But here I am, workin' in the studio | |
| And your album ain' t out because you' re movin' slow | |
| By the time you make one | |
| I' ll be on ten | |
| Hit the studio nigga and do it again | |
| To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Now ask New | |
| York, can | |
| Too hort flow? | |
| Ask Detroit, they' ll let them niggaz know | |
| Then ask Philly, can | |
| I rap? South side of | |
| Chicago, who' s the mack? | |
| I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me | |
| Every time | |
| I perform, | |
| I make a lot of | |
| G' s' Cause | |
| I' m paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit | |
| Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch | |
| Every single day at the house, what' s wrong wichu? | |
| Eatin' fast food if you only knew | |
| I understand though, ' cause | |
| I been there befo' | |
| Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go | |
| Daydreams, about bein' great | |
| It all started back when | |
| I was sellin' tapesin eightytwo, eightythree eightyfo' on up | |
| Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on up | |
| And when it happened, | |
| I still had to wait | |
| I didn' t get paid till eightyeight | |
| I made nine albums in nine years | |
| I' m a true blue | |
| West Coast pioneer | |
| Dr. Dre, Ice | |
| T, and all the rest | |
| All that money we makin' don' t fault the | |
| West' Cause we ain' t the ones who created rap | |
| But when we made the shit, we made it fat | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Beyotch |
| zuò cí : Pee Wee, Shaw, Shorty B. | |
| Aww hell, nah nigga | |
| We ain' t doin' no freestyles | |
| Don' t even know how to do that shit | |
| Yeah, whatever | |
| Check it out man, check this one out | |
| I been rappin' for half my life | |
| I' m twentyeight now, sayin' pass the mic | |
| If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool | |
| I was born on the mic before you went to school | |
| Talkin' ' bout pimp shit, you know whassup | |
| I wonder if you mom' ll let you play that stuff | |
| Now you' re flowin' like your name is | |
| WaterBut I' m ten years older and my game is harder | |
| I' m not tryin' to say you' re out there dissin' | |
| I' m just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen | |
| Before you grab the mic and act wild | |
| Bitin' on the next nigga' s mackin' style | |
| And it' s all from head, passin' round the mic | |
| Never even care who you sounded like | |
| Sound like | |
| Snoop Dogg, then you switched to | |
| TreachBit the | |
| Pharcyde then | |
| A Tribe Called | |
| QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right? | |
| Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight | |
| And keep rappin', | |
| I' m floatin' past all the stops | |
| In a clean ass | |
| Benz I have all the props | |
| Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my | |
| VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser | |
| And a Too hort fan, faithfully | |
| When I came to your town she couldn' t wait to see me | |
| To the beat y' all and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Let me tell you somethin' ' bout a nigga named hort | |
| Rappers always talk about the way | |
| I can' t flow | |
| But let me hit the mall with the same | |
| MC' sI be signin' autographs, spend a gang of | |
| G' sWhile you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya | |
| Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja | |
| Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars | |
| Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars | |
| Freestylin', but you ain' t original, no | |
| You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes | |
| And to think you could hang with me | |
| I never would spit this game for free | |
| I' m the T double | |
| O, S H O R | |
| T, I rock all stages and any parties | |
| Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank | |
| I drop my top when it' s hot and sunny | |
| So how you talk shit when you ain' t havin' no money | |
| I set trends in the rap game bitch | |
| And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit | |
| I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap | |
| So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap | |
| No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick | |
| Put them legs up high she couldn' t handle it | |
| I' m not a no good punk, | |
| I coulda macked your mother | |
| But Life is | |
| Too hort, so | |
| I kept it undercover | |
| Now you' re all grown up, with your partners rappin' | |
| But old Short | |
| Dawg' ll your ass what happened | |
| To a fake | |
| MC, who tried to get with me | |
| I ended his career, instantly | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Now let' s compare the lifestyles, of me and you | |
| You' re phony and | |
| I' m all about bein' true | |
| You drive a bucket, that you bought for a | |
| GI ride around snuffin' them fo' eighteens | |
| In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck | |
| Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked | |
| Benzos, Lexus, | |
| Rolex and | |
| CaddyFine lil' bitches havin' sex with | |
| DaddyI ain' t givin' no bitch, no kind of slack | |
| You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack | |
| What' s yours is hers, she don' t trip | |
| Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch | |
| But you' re so weak and it shows in your rap | |
| I' m out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat | |
| While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama | |
| I bought my mother a house in | |
| AtlantaAnd you can' t stand it, so what do you say | |
| Too hort can' t rap, no fuckin' way | |
| But here I am, workin' in the studio | |
| And your album ain' t out because you' re movin' slow | |
| By the time you make one | |
| I' ll be on ten | |
| Hit the studio nigga and do it again | |
| To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Now ask New | |
| York, can | |
| Too hort flow? | |
| Ask Detroit, they' ll let them niggaz know | |
| Then ask Philly, can | |
| I rap? South side of | |
| Chicago, who' s the mack? | |
| I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me | |
| Every time | |
| I perform, | |
| I make a lot of | |
| G' s' Cause | |
| I' m paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit | |
| Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch | |
| Every single day at the house, what' s wrong wichu? | |
| Eatin' fast food if you only knew | |
| I understand though, ' cause | |
| I been there befo' | |
| Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go | |
| Daydreams, about bein' great | |
| It all started back when | |
| I was sellin' tapesin eightytwo, eightythree eightyfo' on up | |
| Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on up | |
| And when it happened, | |
| I still had to wait | |
| I didn' t get paid till eightyeight | |
| I made nine albums in nine years | |
| I' m a true blue | |
| West Coast pioneer | |
| Dr. Dre, Ice | |
| T, and all the rest | |
| All that money we makin' don' t fault the | |
| West' Cause we ain' t the ones who created rap | |
| But when we made the shit, we made it fat | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
| It goes on ' cause | |
| I don' t stop rappin' | |
| Beyotch |
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