| Song | Don't Get Carried Away (Album Version (Explicit)) - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | The Big Bang |
| 作词 : Holoman, Jones, Parker, Smith ... | |
| Doctor, yeah | |
| I think we got some shit for 'em | |
| Yeah, I'ma rub these sticks together | |
| Check it and start a bonfire | |
| And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't **** with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y'all get stupid, don't try to **** with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away | |
| Now I'm subtle, once | |
| I pick up my metal | |
| Put my foot on the pedal, ridin' through every ghetto | |
| Analyze the shit | |
| I'm seein' when | |
| I sip Amaretto | |
| A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin' in they stilettos | |
| Then they wave and say hello when my | |
| Lambo' is yellow | |
| Everything they got a jingle when they walk like | |
| JelloSee the niggaz on the corner and | |
| I never forget it | |
| And I never regret it because | |
| I see how you get it | |
| Now because of you niggaz, | |
| I'm a hustler nigga' | |
| Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular, nigga | |
| In the night | |
| I become the type to love when it's dark' | |
| Cause when | |
| I pull up and park, is when | |
| I'm makin' my mark | |
| See the fact's that | |
| I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in | |
| Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise | |
| And wh-while | |
| I'm stockin' this bread, keep ah-stockin' the lead | |
| And leave a permanent dot on the top of your head, c'mon | |
| And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't **** with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y'all get stupid, don't try to **** with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away | |
| I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter | |
| Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure | |
| Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy | |
| Like sleepin' under open windows that's drafty | |
| Then wakin' up my throat scratchy that's how | |
| I spit it nasty | |
| They short, a few inches | |
| North of a dwarf | |
| My flow's | |
| Murciélago, ghostin' them narcos | |
| Toast in the ways of the original | |
| PablosStill a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist | |
| Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant | |
| Sneaker store terrorist, | |
| Mt. Everest, | |
| I climbed it | |
| Heat is drawn, no creepin' on me whenever | |
| I'm bentMy mind spray, my nine spray | |
| And freak styles like 3000 | |
| AndreTo keep pilin', keep pushin' them drops | |
| Nas, runnin' with hot | |
| Busta Bust, we don't stop | |
| And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't **** with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y'all get stupid, don't try to **** with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away | |
| Now I'm hot, and we runnin' the block | |
| Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin' in flocks | |
| Add a little cut to the coke when | |
| I'm cookin' the pot, c'mon | |
| Drugs, bitch, | |
| I got what you want come and get what | |
| I gotNow I almost forgot, | |
| I come to close up your shop | |
| I love to fold up a knot, love totin' the glock | |
| Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot | |
| Try to steal paper from me, you gotta deal with a lot | |
| See, I will leave you to rot, only defendin' my stock | |
| Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not | |
| Lose your life in the drop while | |
| I harvest the crop | |
| My hot shit, bust a cannon have you run in your socks | |
| See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer | |
| Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds | |
| Let's go, for the streets | |
| I'm always spittin' a gospel | |
| Get Nas holdin' a barrel size of elephant nostril | |
| And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't **** with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y'all get stupid, don't try to **** with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away |
| zuò cí : Holoman, Jones, Parker, Smith ... | |
| Doctor, yeah | |
| I think we got some shit for ' em | |
| Yeah, I' ma rub these sticks together | |
| Check it and start a bonfire | |
| And if you don' t see it y' all niggaz can' t with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y' all get stupid, don' t try to with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you' ll be carried away | |
| Now I' m subtle, once | |
| I pick up my metal | |
| Put my foot on the pedal, ridin' through every ghetto | |
| Analyze the shit | |
| I' m seein' when | |
| I sip Amaretto | |
| A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin' in they stilettos | |
| Then they wave and say hello when my | |
| Lambo' is yellow | |
| Everything they got a jingle when they walk like | |
| JelloSee the niggaz on the corner and | |
| I never forget it | |
| And I never regret it because | |
| I see how you get it | |
| Now because of you niggaz, | |
| I' m a hustler nigga' | |
| Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular, nigga | |
| In the night | |
| I become the type to love when it' s dark' | |
| Cause when | |
| I pull up and park, is when | |
| I' m makin' my mark | |
| See the fact' s that | |
| I' m tryin' to strive and capitalize in | |
| Start to maxamimize and bbuild a entterprise | |
| And whwhile | |
| I' m stockin' this bread, keep ahstockin' the lead | |
| And leave a permanent dot on the top of your head, c' mon | |
| And if you don' t see it y' all niggaz can' t with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y' all get stupid, don' t try to with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you' ll be carried away | |
| I' m the enigma, there is none harder, smarter | |
| Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure | |
| Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy | |
| Like sleepin' under open windows that' s drafty | |
| Then wakin' up my throat scratchy that' s how | |
| I spit it nasty | |
| They short, a few inches | |
| North of a dwarf | |
| My flow' s | |
| Murcié lago, ghostin' them narcos | |
| Toast in the ways of the original | |
| PablosStill a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist | |
| Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant | |
| Sneaker store terrorist, | |
| Mt. Everest, | |
| I climbed it | |
| Heat is drawn, no creepin' on me whenever | |
| I' m bentMy mind spray, my nine spray | |
| And freak styles like 3000 | |
| AndreTo keep pilin', keep pushin' them drops | |
| Nas, runnin' with hot | |
| Busta Bust, we don' t stop | |
| And if you don' t see it y' all niggaz can' t with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y' all get stupid, don' t try to with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you' ll be carried away | |
| Now I' m hot, and we runnin' the block | |
| Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin' in flocks | |
| Add a little cut to the coke when | |
| I' m cookin' the pot, c' mon | |
| Drugs, bitch, | |
| I got what you want come and get what | |
| I gotNow I almost forgot, | |
| I come to close up your shop | |
| I love to fold up a knot, love totin' the glock | |
| Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot | |
| Try to steal paper from me, you gotta deal with a lot | |
| See, I will leave you to rot, only defendin' my stock | |
| Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not | |
| Lose your life in the drop while | |
| I harvest the crop | |
| My hot shit, bust a cannon have you run in your socks | |
| See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer | |
| Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds | |
| Let' s go, for the streets | |
| I' m always spittin' a gospel | |
| Get Nas holdin' a barrel size of elephant nostril | |
| And if you don' t see it y' all niggaz can' t with our | |
| Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us | |
| Y' all get stupid, don' t try to with us | |
| Because you will get carried away, yeah, you' ll be carried away |