| Song | Comedy Central |
| Artist | Clipse |
| Album | Lord Willin' |
| 作曲 : Hugo, Jackson, Thornton ... | |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh(Verse 1 - Malice) | |
| Say dog, let's not get involved | |
| You don't wanna tango, | |
| I'll dress you in a halo | |
| Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids | |
| Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs | |
| And you can't move, | |
| I roll big and | |
| I can't lose | |
| They watch so hard ain't nothin' | |
| I do, that ain't news | |
| Carry it like | |
| I'm a stranger to the game | |
| I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name | |
| I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke | |
| I'm known in the streets on the account, | |
| I know coke | |
| And we got word in the street that the cops watch us | |
| But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious | |
| I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' | |
| Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' | |
| Tonight friend, until we meet again | |
| But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh | |
| I never front, like | |
| I'm something | |
| I'm notWell being broke well that's just, somethin' | |
| I'm notY'all talk wit hatred, but | |
| I live off that | |
| And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore | |
| I lived off rap | |
| Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) | |
| Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much | |
| They couldn't take me in the | |
| CL, that's way too much | |
| And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on(Verse 3 - Fabolous) | |
| They call me | |
| Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please | |
| I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease | |
| This guys in a hurry, ma | |
| I can't even **** with you | |
| If you ain't in the itinerary | |
| I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry | |
| Ben & Jerry | |
| Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts | |
| E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts | |
| I'm in the club sippin' on that new | |
| ZecongacIn the number 9 | |
| Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back | |
| The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches | |
| Even if it was | |
| July, and we had on wood britches | |
| I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo' | |
| That have under covers and po', with cover and slow | |
| The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough | |
| Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow(Verse 3 - Pusha T) | |
| Ghetto streets so numb they call me | |
| NovocainI turn over caine, over and over again | |
| Hell, so much cliental, | |
| I could lose it all today | |
| Be back the next day, still up in the same way | |
| As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim | |
| I can define death, better than | |
| Webster, wet ya | |
| Now bless ya, and of to my next venture | |
| Blocks so white, | |
| June look like | |
| DecemberWinter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere | |
| So much dough, | |
| I fly my hoes everywhere | |
| Ask him, Pusha | |
| T, push a ton | |
| Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) | |
| Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in | |
| In the door panel of my four-wheel motion | |
| Ain't jokin', but | |
| I laugh how other flows convince you | |
| It's money, it's funny, it's | |
| Comedy Central | |
| Minds mental, others is made up stinsel | |
| When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental | |
| I'm livin', they act as if | |
| I don't live it | |
| Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it | |
| Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda | |
| You would think they was poochie, if you over looked | |
| MedusaUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh(Skit at end of the song begins) |
| zuò qǔ : Hugo, Jackson, Thornton ... | |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Verse 1 Malice | |
| Say dog, let' s not get involved | |
| You don' t wanna tango, | |
| I' ll dress you in a halo | |
| Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids | |
| Face you in a chrome fo', that' ll lock ya legs | |
| And you can' t move, | |
| I roll big and | |
| I can' t lose | |
| They watch so hard ain' t nothin' | |
| I do, that ain' t news | |
| Carry it like | |
| I' m a stranger to the game | |
| I cut short any whisper that, endanger my name | |
| I' ma toast on both coast, not for a joke | |
| I' m known in the streets on the account, | |
| I know coke | |
| And we got word in the street that the cops watch us | |
| But that don' t stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious | |
| I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' | |
| Cause it got us singing lullaby' s, to our fallin' | |
| Tonight friend, until we meet again | |
| But for now and ya name, we reup and eat again, uh | |
| I never front, like | |
| I' m something | |
| I' m notWell being broke well that' s just, somethin' | |
| I' m notY' all talk wit hatred, but | |
| I live off that | |
| And I lived off cocaine, way ' fore | |
| I lived off rap | |
| Feel me friend, if they could, they' d kill me friend Yeah | |
| Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much | |
| They couldn' t take me in the | |
| CL, that' s way too much | |
| And I' m too gone, y' all niggas can talk on Verse 3 Fabolous | |
| They call me | |
| Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please | |
| I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease | |
| This guys in a hurry, ma | |
| I can' t even with you | |
| If you ain' t in the itinerary | |
| I don' t know where dudes is buying they jewelry | |
| Ben Jerry | |
| Y' all the type of players, that be gettin' 2day contracts | |
| Email snitch, got these in ya 2way contacts | |
| I' m in the club sippin' on that new | |
| ZecongacIn the number 9 | |
| Jordan' s, with the duce, trey, arm back | |
| The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches | |
| Even if it was | |
| July, and we had on wood britches | |
| I got them teflon' s, that shovel the fo' | |
| That have under covers and po', with cover and slow | |
| The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough | |
| Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow Verse 3 Pusha T | |
| Ghetto streets so numb they call me | |
| NovocainI turn over caine, over and over again | |
| Hell, so much cliental, | |
| I could lose it all today | |
| Be back the next day, still up in the same way | |
| As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim | |
| I can define death, better than | |
| Webster, wet ya | |
| Now bless ya, and of to my next venture | |
| Blocks so white, | |
| June look like | |
| DecemberWinter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere | |
| So much dough, | |
| I fly my hoes everywhere | |
| Ask him, Pusha | |
| T, push a ton | |
| Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run Sniffle | |
| Yes I' m holdin', whether it' s heat or coke in | |
| In the door panel of my fourwheel motion | |
| Ain' t jokin', but | |
| I laugh how other flows convince you | |
| It' s money, it' s funny, it' s | |
| Comedy Central | |
| Minds mental, others is made up stinsel | |
| When I' m on vacation, my babies ride in a rental | |
| I' m livin', they act as if | |
| I don' t live it | |
| Saran wrap vaseline, so they can' t sniff it | |
| Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda | |
| You would think they was poochie, if you over looked | |
| MedusaUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Skit at end of the song begins |