| 作曲 : Blackman, Ellis | |
| Yukmouth – | |
| Nothin 2 A | |
| Bo$$ Haha... | |
| I can't believe you niggas. | |
| You can't be serious. | |
| You really thought since ' | |
| Pac died the | |
| West coast fell the fuck off, huh? | |
| You thought since | |
| Dre ain't made a album, we flopped? | |
| Fuck that shit nigga! | |
| Rap-A-Lot for life nigga! | |
| Yukmouth nigga! | |
| West Coast don nigga! | |
| What's wit it punk?! | |
| It's nuthin to a boss nigga! | |
| We been ridin on dubb's that spin nigga! | |
| We been poppin bottles, nigga, since ' | |
| Pac was alive nigga. | |
| The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks! | |
| I'm from the | |
| West Coast and never-ever crip-walk. | |
| I'm like the | |
| Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross an | |
| I'm tryin to sell a few mill like | |
| Kris Kross. | |
| I'm ultra cocky, tell a chicken get lost. | |
| Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off. | |
| I let clips off, ya whole click soft. | |
| What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch. | |
| Twenty on ya chicks watch, loungin | |
| Gucci flip flops, and | |
| I bang in the club like | |
| Rick Rock. | |
| Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hop. | |
| They ride lo-lo's, | |
| Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop. | |
| Menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock. | |
| With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. | |
| Godzilla get the scrilla like | |
| Chris Rock, an | |
| I'ma bring the | |
| West back when my shit drop. | |
| To roll around on 24's. | |
| Wit plenty millions in a vouge. | |
| Everything a nigga want. | |
| It's nothin 2 a boss! | |
| So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 3-1-0's. | |
| Until I die it's all | |
| West coast, it's nothin big to a boss! | |
| Yeah... if you gon' do it, do it right. | |
| I'm in the blue and white. | |
| Rally striped | |
| Vipe leavin | |
| Peanuts wit a crew of dykes. | |
| Tuesday night | |
| I got my game together. | |
| I'm dangerous fella, my rims spin like plane propellers. an | |
| I'm down wit | |
| Prince James forever. | |
| Rap-A-Lot fo' lia. | |
| Yukmouth, | |
| Scarface an | |
| Tela, and ya'll know | |
| Yuk is off the meter. | |
| For all you non-believers, | |
| I spark the heater. | |
| I'm what you call a block leader. | |
| Why you hatin? | |
| I roll through ya radio station wit | |
| Gary Payton. | |
| In a franchise | |
| Lac outside on cherry | |
| Dayton's. | |
| An rock the new blue | |
| Burberry, make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh. | |
| My cars talk back like | |
| Michael Knight. | |
| I got a hundred on a | |
| Roy Jones and | |
| Tyson fight. | |
| You wanna roll wit baller, well tonight's ya night. | |
| I rock ice cause the price is right. | |
| Step it up hater. | |
| Yeah CHORU | |
| S Every day | |
| I'm poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag. | |
| Fourty G's in a | |
| Gucci bag, | |
| I'm coppin a | |
| Jag. Two-hundred | |
| G's in a Louie bag, | |
| I'm coppin a pad, wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag. | |
| What you know about that?! | |
| What you know about chronic an | |
| Hypnotic, coppin | |
| Lamborghini's from 3-1-0 an | |
| Simbalic. | |
| Drop stretch | |
| Hummers, twenty-four inch rims on it. ??? skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait! | |
| I came in the game wit mobsta tales. | |
| I hit Mr. | |
| Chow's for meals, crack lobster tails. | |
| At the mall wit a model who only buys | |
| Chanelle. | |
| You wish I fell, but | |
| I prevail, | |
| Yukmouth is ill. | |
| I rock the ' | |
| Wheels of | |
| Fortune' like | |
| Pat Sajack. | |
| In a black | |
| Maybach, I'm tryin to bring the | |
| Bay back in a | |
| A's throw back and a | |
| A's hat. Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn't fade that! | |
| What?! CHO | |
| RUS |
| zuo qu : Blackman, Ellis | |
| Yukmouth | |
| Nothin 2 A | |
| Bo Haha... | |
| I can' t believe you niggas. | |
| You can' t be serious. | |
| You really thought since ' | |
| Pac died the | |
| West coast fell the fuck off, huh? | |
| You thought since | |
| Dre ain' t made a album, we flopped? | |
| Fuck that shit nigga! | |
| RapALot for life nigga! | |
| Yukmouth nigga! | |
| West Coast don nigga! | |
| What' s wit it punk?! | |
| It' s nuthin to a boss nigga! | |
| We been ridin on dubb' s that spin nigga! | |
| We been poppin bottles, nigga, since ' | |
| Pac was alive nigga. | |
| The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks! | |
| I' m from the | |
| West Coast and neverever cripwalk. | |
| I' m like the | |
| Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross an | |
| I' m tryin to sell a few mill like | |
| Kris Kross. | |
| I' m ultra cocky, tell a chicken get lost. | |
| Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off. | |
| I let clips off, ya whole click soft. | |
| What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch. | |
| Twenty on ya chicks watch, loungin | |
| Gucci flip flops, and | |
| I bang in the club like | |
| Rick Rock. | |
| Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hiphop. | |
| They ride lolo' s, | |
| Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop. | |
| Menageatrios all year if ya chick jock. | |
| With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. | |
| Godzilla get the scrilla like | |
| Chris Rock, an | |
| I' ma bring the | |
| West back when my shit drop. | |
| To roll around on 24' s. | |
| Wit plenty millions in a vouge. | |
| Everything a nigga want. | |
| It' s nothin 2 a boss! | |
| So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 310' s. | |
| Until I die it' s all | |
| West coast, it' s nothin big to a boss! | |
| Yeah... if you gon' do it, do it right. | |
| I' m in the blue and white. | |
| Rally striped | |
| Vipe leavin | |
| Peanuts wit a crew of dykes. | |
| Tuesday night | |
| I got my game together. | |
| I' m dangerous fella, my rims spin like plane propellers. an | |
| I' m down wit | |
| Prince James forever. | |
| RapALot fo' lia. | |
| Yukmouth, | |
| Scarface an | |
| Tela, and ya' ll know | |
| Yuk is off the meter. | |
| For all you nonbelievers, | |
| I spark the heater. | |
| I' m what you call a block leader. | |
| Why you hatin? | |
| I roll through ya radio station wit | |
| Gary Payton. | |
| In a franchise | |
| Lac outside on cherry | |
| Dayton' s. | |
| An rock the new blue | |
| Burberry, make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh. | |
| My cars talk back like | |
| Michael Knight. | |
| I got a hundred on a | |
| Roy Jones and | |
| Tyson fight. | |
| You wanna roll wit baller, well tonight' s ya night. | |
| I rock ice cause the price is right. | |
| Step it up hater. | |
| Yeah CHORU | |
| S Every day | |
| I' m poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag. | |
| Fourty G' s in a | |
| Gucci bag, | |
| I' m coppin a | |
| Jag. Twohundred | |
| G' s in a Louie bag, | |
| I' m coppin a pad, wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag. | |
| What you know about that?! | |
| What you know about chronic an | |
| Hypnotic, coppin | |
| Lamborghini' s from 310 an | |
| Simbalic. | |
| Drop stretch | |
| Hummers, twentyfour inch rims on it. ??? skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait! | |
| I came in the game wit mobsta tales. | |
| I hit Mr. | |
| Chow' s for meals, crack lobster tails. | |
| At the mall wit a model who only buys | |
| Chanelle. | |
| You wish I fell, but | |
| I prevail, | |
| Yukmouth is ill. | |
| I rock the ' | |
| Wheels of | |
| Fortune' like | |
| Pat Sajack. | |
| In a black | |
| Maybach, I' m tryin to bring the | |
| Bay back in a | |
| A' s throw back and a | |
| A' s hat. Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn' t fade that! | |
| What?! CHO | |
| RUS |
| zuò qǔ : Blackman, Ellis | |
| Yukmouth | |
| Nothin 2 A | |
| Bo Haha... | |
| I can' t believe you niggas. | |
| You can' t be serious. | |
| You really thought since ' | |
| Pac died the | |
| West coast fell the fuck off, huh? | |
| You thought since | |
| Dre ain' t made a album, we flopped? | |
| Fuck that shit nigga! | |
| RapALot for life nigga! | |
| Yukmouth nigga! | |
| West Coast don nigga! | |
| What' s wit it punk?! | |
| It' s nuthin to a boss nigga! | |
| We been ridin on dubb' s that spin nigga! | |
| We been poppin bottles, nigga, since ' | |
| Pac was alive nigga. | |
| The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks! | |
| I' m from the | |
| West Coast and neverever cripwalk. | |
| I' m like the | |
| Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross an | |
| I' m tryin to sell a few mill like | |
| Kris Kross. | |
| I' m ultra cocky, tell a chicken get lost. | |
| Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off. | |
| I let clips off, ya whole click soft. | |
| What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch. | |
| Twenty on ya chicks watch, loungin | |
| Gucci flip flops, and | |
| I bang in the club like | |
| Rick Rock. | |
| Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hiphop. | |
| They ride lolo' s, | |
| Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop. | |
| Menageatrios all year if ya chick jock. | |
| With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. | |
| Godzilla get the scrilla like | |
| Chris Rock, an | |
| I' ma bring the | |
| West back when my shit drop. | |
| To roll around on 24' s. | |
| Wit plenty millions in a vouge. | |
| Everything a nigga want. | |
| It' s nothin 2 a boss! | |
| So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 310' s. | |
| Until I die it' s all | |
| West coast, it' s nothin big to a boss! | |
| Yeah... if you gon' do it, do it right. | |
| I' m in the blue and white. | |
| Rally striped | |
| Vipe leavin | |
| Peanuts wit a crew of dykes. | |
| Tuesday night | |
| I got my game together. | |
| I' m dangerous fella, my rims spin like plane propellers. an | |
| I' m down wit | |
| Prince James forever. | |
| RapALot fo' lia. | |
| Yukmouth, | |
| Scarface an | |
| Tela, and ya' ll know | |
| Yuk is off the meter. | |
| For all you nonbelievers, | |
| I spark the heater. | |
| I' m what you call a block leader. | |
| Why you hatin? | |
| I roll through ya radio station wit | |
| Gary Payton. | |
| In a franchise | |
| Lac outside on cherry | |
| Dayton' s. | |
| An rock the new blue | |
| Burberry, make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh. | |
| My cars talk back like | |
| Michael Knight. | |
| I got a hundred on a | |
| Roy Jones and | |
| Tyson fight. | |
| You wanna roll wit baller, well tonight' s ya night. | |
| I rock ice cause the price is right. | |
| Step it up hater. | |
| Yeah CHORU | |
| S Every day | |
| I' m poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag. | |
| Fourty G' s in a | |
| Gucci bag, | |
| I' m coppin a | |
| Jag. Twohundred | |
| G' s in a Louie bag, | |
| I' m coppin a pad, wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag. | |
| What you know about that?! | |
| What you know about chronic an | |
| Hypnotic, coppin | |
| Lamborghini' s from 310 an | |
| Simbalic. | |
| Drop stretch | |
| Hummers, twentyfour inch rims on it. ??? skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait! | |
| I came in the game wit mobsta tales. | |
| I hit Mr. | |
| Chow' s for meals, crack lobster tails. | |
| At the mall wit a model who only buys | |
| Chanelle. | |
| You wish I fell, but | |
| I prevail, | |
| Yukmouth is ill. | |
| I rock the ' | |
| Wheels of | |
| Fortune' like | |
| Pat Sajack. | |
| In a black | |
| Maybach, I' m tryin to bring the | |
| Bay back in a | |
| A' s throw back and a | |
| A' s hat. Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn' t fade that! | |
| What?! CHO | |
| RUS |
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