| 作曲 : Dean, Reese, Styles | |
| Aooow! banger, let's go | |
| (Swizz, man) Styles P | |
| (Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy | |
| Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo! | |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo | |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow! | |
| [Verse 1 - Cassidy] | |
| Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade | |
| The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg | |
| Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS | |
| And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age | |
| You been afraid, you sweet like homemade | |
| Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze | |
| You could make the newspaper, get ya own page | |
| And make the news too, you know how my dudes do | |
| We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who | |
| And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too | |
| Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right | |
| I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light | |
| I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash | |
| And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon) | |
| I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it | |
| And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga | |
| [Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)] | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| (It's whatever mother****as, I ain't scared) | |
| (It's whatever mother****as, I ain't scared) | |
| So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| (It's whatever mother****as, I ain't scared) | |
| (It's whatever mother****as, I ain't scared) | |
| [Verse 2 - Styles P.] | |
| Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now | |
| But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow | |
| No ****in wit the Holiday Styles kid | |
| Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid | |
| Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit | |
| Organs on the floor of the van | |
| Cause you gotta show these faggot mother****as, that you more of a man | |
| Y'all wanna fly like Mike... mother****as | |
| So they won't find you, or your Jordans again | |
| Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call | |
| If you don't have my money, in 24 hours | |
| Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again | |
| It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen | |
| I got a roll for you to play... stand here | |
| And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today | |
| Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3 - Cassidy] | |
| Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes | |
| I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind | |
| Shit my whole clique commit crimes | |
| Did time, been on the strip and grip nines | |
| But I swear to you mother****as | |
| I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you mother****as | |
| I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter | |
| I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that's gutter | |
| I came for war, you know what them thangs is for | |
| Slug make ya blood stain the floor | |
| It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me | |
| I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li | |
| So don't test me, or the boy S.P | |
| Cause I ain't tryna get no ****in blood, on my fresh tee | |
| You don't impress me, STOP that cannon | |
| Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Dean, Reese, Styles | |
| Aooow! banger, let' s go | |
| Swizz, man Styles P | |
| Oh, y' all ain' t know Cassidy | |
| Full Surface, listen it' s a rap for y' all, whooo! | |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo | |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow! | |
| Verse 1 Cassidy | |
| Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade | |
| The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg | |
| Nigga I' m sicker then fullblown AIDS | |
| And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age | |
| You been afraid, you sweet like homemade | |
| Lemonade, if it' s beef, then the chrome blaze | |
| You could make the newspaper, get ya own page | |
| And make the news too, you know how my dudes do | |
| We wear masks so you can' t tell, who' s who | |
| And for the cash, we' ll blast at you dudes too | |
| Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right | |
| I' m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light | |
| I' m comin for cash, gun in the dash | |
| And I' m on 21 and a half' s for real cannon | |
| I got my gat, I ain' t walkin without it | |
| And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga | |
| Chorus Cassidy Swizz Beatz | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| So a POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| Verse 2 Styles P. | |
| Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now | |
| But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow | |
| No in wit the Holiday Styles kid | |
| Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid | |
| Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit | |
| Organs on the floor of the van | |
| Cause you gotta show these faggot mother as, that you more of a man | |
| Y' all wanna fly like Mike... mother as | |
| So they won' t find you, or your Jordans again | |
| Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call | |
| If you don' t have my money, in 24 hours | |
| Then the cocksucka won' t see his daughter again | |
| It' s like the movie that you seen, I' m the star of the screen | |
| I got a roll for you to play... stand here | |
| And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today | |
| Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 Cassidy | |
| Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes | |
| I' ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind | |
| Shit my whole clique commit crimes | |
| Did time, been on the strip and grip nines | |
| But I swear to you mother as | |
| I got my gun right here, I ain' t scared of you mother as | |
| I' m a hustler, plus a check cutter | |
| I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that' s gutter | |
| I came for war, you know what them thangs is for | |
| Slug make ya blood stain the floor | |
| It ain' t a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me | |
| I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li | |
| So don' t test me, or the boy S. P | |
| Cause I ain' t tryna get no in blood, on my fresh tee | |
| You don' t impress me, STOP that cannon | |
| Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Reese, Styles | |
| Aooow! banger, let' s go | |
| Swizz, man Styles P | |
| Oh, y' all ain' t know Cassidy | |
| Full Surface, listen it' s a rap for y' all, whooo! | |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo | |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow! | |
| Verse 1 Cassidy | |
| Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade | |
| The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg | |
| Nigga I' m sicker then fullblown AIDS | |
| And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age | |
| You been afraid, you sweet like homemade | |
| Lemonade, if it' s beef, then the chrome blaze | |
| You could make the newspaper, get ya own page | |
| And make the news too, you know how my dudes do | |
| We wear masks so you can' t tell, who' s who | |
| And for the cash, we' ll blast at you dudes too | |
| Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right | |
| I' m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light | |
| I' m comin for cash, gun in the dash | |
| And I' m on 21 and a half' s for real cannon | |
| I got my gat, I ain' t walkin without it | |
| And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga | |
| Chorus Cassidy Swizz Beatz | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| So a POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| POP that cannon, POP that cannon | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| It' s whatever mother as, I ain' t scared | |
| Verse 2 Styles P. | |
| Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now | |
| But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow | |
| No in wit the Holiday Styles kid | |
| Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid | |
| Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit | |
| Organs on the floor of the van | |
| Cause you gotta show these faggot mother as, that you more of a man | |
| Y' all wanna fly like Mike... mother as | |
| So they won' t find you, or your Jordans again | |
| Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call | |
| If you don' t have my money, in 24 hours | |
| Then the cocksucka won' t see his daughter again | |
| It' s like the movie that you seen, I' m the star of the screen | |
| I got a roll for you to play... stand here | |
| And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today | |
| Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 Cassidy | |
| Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes | |
| I' ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind | |
| Shit my whole clique commit crimes | |
| Did time, been on the strip and grip nines | |
| But I swear to you mother as | |
| I got my gun right here, I ain' t scared of you mother as | |
| I' m a hustler, plus a check cutter | |
| I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that' s gutter | |
| I came for war, you know what them thangs is for | |
| Slug make ya blood stain the floor | |
| It ain' t a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me | |
| I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li | |
| So don' t test me, or the boy S. P | |
| Cause I ain' t tryna get no in blood, on my fresh tee | |
| You don' t impress me, STOP that cannon | |
| Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon | |
| Chorus |
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