[00:00.000] 作词 : Westside Gunn/Roc Marciano
[00:03.937][Intro: Westside Gunn]
[00:04.437]Grr
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[00:05.706][Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
[00:07.944]Ayo, George Condo's in the condo
[00:13.407]I can cook coke with my eyes closed
[00:17.900]The Beamer grill Ron English (skr)
[00:20.666]Whole brick for 28, look like we bleached it
[00:25.408]Leather strings in the Tinkers
[00:29.152]A wig rocking the weight
[00:31.645]We shot him out the gate, the chopper got no breaks
[00:36.597]Park inside the shake, Rose Vucheron with the pink face
[00:41.094]Standing on the couch with the pink gates
[00:45.036]The *****es love the neck drip
[00:46.548]Clip and the TEC flip (grr) my shooter only sniff the best shit (grr)
[00:50.290]Put the brains out for the extras (boom boom boom boom boom)
[00:53.547]TEC wrapped in the Hermes handkerchief
[00:56.030]Excuse a nigga excellence
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[00:58.288][Break: Roc Marciano]
[00:58.539]Alright, nigga, **** that
[01:00.003]Kill his ass, nigga
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[01:00.502][Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
[01:00.749]Well, if you must know, bucko (if you must know)
[01:02.454]I bust the pump, slugs stuck in your stucco
[01:05.463]Shells all in your home and humble abode
[01:08.456]Uh-oh, we all know opinions is like buttholes (waxed)
[01:11.205]On another note, I stay clean while the mud was thrown
[01:15.459]Thought I was low, my cover was blown (you say)
[01:17.953]Like a note on the old trombone
[01:20.716]Don't make me rub your nose, the funds I hold
[01:22.960]I count so much dough up, my thumbs are swole (shit)
[01:25.700]Stole the summers, drove road runners
[01:27.708]Keep the TEC, might heat one half of the Cocoa Brothers (what up, Tek)
[01:30.455]My leather coat feel like cocoa butter (yeah)
[01:32.714]This is culture, my folks was smoking butter (wow)
[01:35.706]The pole come with a muffler (facts)
[01:37.458]I send them hoes back to you broken, roughed up
[01:40.454]Pistol whipped your dog and broke the gun
[01:42.708]Spoke in tongues just like I said too much
[01:44.711]The buns was dark, shit ain't no bubblegum
[01:47.457]They never seen us coming like a sucker punch
[01:50.208]Uh, I got the game and the fiends (smoke 'em out)
[01:53.955]These ain't Supreme, these sneakers 80 Gs
[01:57.217]Baby please (baby please) please get off my ****, baby