Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz) Lyrics
| Song | Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz) |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Death Threatz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bacon, Mundy, Patterson, Tyler | |
| "Oh nigga guess what! | |
| Word got back about the little marks who jacked you! | |
| I know where they be kickin it at | |
| Down with a 187?" | |
| [EIHT] | |
| Eeerrr... | |
| Geah | |
| Geah | |
| In the mutha****in house, fool | |
| For the 9 to the fizive-O | |
| The Eihthype thugs in the mutha****in house | |
| Geah | |
| And like my nigga E-40 say: | |
| We got a colloseum of mutha****as in here | |
| Tha Eihthype thugs | |
| C.M.W. | |
| N.O.T.R. | |
| Lil Hawk & Bird | |
| Da Foe | |
| I'ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot | |
| Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot | |
| And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin | |
| Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin | |
| We don't be playin, fools runnin at the ****in lip | |
| Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip | |
| Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin | |
| When the 9 mill starts unloadin | |
| You better be watchin what you sayin | |
| Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin | |
| Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block | |
| Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier | |
| Don't wanna catch the slug | |
| But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug | |
| Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this | |
| Report your homies for domestic violence | |
| For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block | |
| Dash, David Gash, I'ma tap that ass | |
| [O Dawg from Menace II Society] | |
| "Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em | |
| Shit it ain't that hard" | |
| [EIHT] | |
| I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met | |
| The story that you told was some fake bullshit | |
| It was me and Chill my pal | |
| The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral | |
| It was you and then about five of y'all hangin | |
| Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin | |
| (Ain't nuthin but marks) | |
| Approached me with your "P" hat | |
| But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that | |
| But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate | |
| But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate | |
| I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin | |
| Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin | |
| David Blake: you fake as ****! | |
| I mack your ass like a mutha****in truck | |
| I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me | |
| Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini | |
| Oh geah, just like I said before | |
| Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick | |
| Little trick named Quik | |
| Geah, quick to get ****ed one time | |
| You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine | |
| And nigga, checks this | |
| Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles | |
| Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and | |
| I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park | |
| (You know where we from) | |
| Can't fade it, better fear it | |
| Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your ****in lyrics | |
| Playin around with the hood you get got | |
| Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got | |
| You and that fake mutha****a who wrote your rap | |
| My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap | |
| No mutha****in truce | |
| Get the ass cracked over the dome with the ****in deuce-deuce | |
| Don't make me have to act up | |
| Cause you's a frail mutha****a with no back up | |
| Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake | |
| 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape | |
| Original Compton representin to the T | |
| Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's | |
| Go run right through you | |
| And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you | |
| Slick talkin, fast walkin | |
| Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver? | |
| You ain't worth a penny | |
| Never had a damn eye, dotted so many | |
| Times, two times, three times | |
| You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo' | |
| And if you wanna get with this you best to dash | |
| Geah, cause I'ma tap that ass | |
| West Side | |
| Fool, you can't **** with the gangsta niggas | |
| Uh | |
| Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know? | |
| I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass | |
| 9 to the fizive-0, fool | |
| You can't **** with these killas | |
| So stay the **** back | |
| And rounds up your little homies and shit | |
| Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga | |
| True Blue from the streets | |
| Wessyyyde |
| zuo ci : Bacon, Mundy, Patterson, Tyler | |
| " Oh nigga guess what! | |
| Word got back about the little marks who jacked you! | |
| I know where they be kickin it at | |
| Down with a 187?" | |
| EIHT | |
| Eeerrr... | |
| Geah | |
| Geah | |
| In the mutha in house, fool | |
| For the 9 to the fiziveO | |
| The Eihthype thugs in the mutha in house | |
| Geah | |
| And like my nigga E40 say: | |
| We got a colloseum of mutha as in here | |
| Tha Eihthype thugs | |
| C. M. W. | |
| N. O. T. R. | |
| Lil Hawk Bird | |
| Da Foe | |
| I' ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot | |
| Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot | |
| And ain' t no crack, little cluck, it' s just bullets that I' m slingin | |
| Neverbehangin, onestreetbangin | |
| We don' t be playin, fools runnin at the in lip | |
| Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip | |
| Fast from the hip pop pop explodin | |
| When the 9 mill starts unloadin | |
| You better be watchin what you sayin | |
| Cause niggas from 159th ain' t playin | |
| Trey' s and 4' s and houses start hittin your block | |
| Mass hysteria, your bitchass gettin scarier | |
| Don' t wanna catch the slug | |
| But you' s a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug | |
| Can' t get no respect, well punk, then try this | |
| Report your homies for domestic violence | |
| For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block | |
| Dash, David Gash, I' ma tap that ass | |
| O Dawg from Menace II Society | |
| " Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke ' em | |
| Shit it ain' t that hard" | |
| EIHT | |
| I' ma tell you ' bout the time that we first met | |
| The story that you told was some fake bullshit | |
| It was me and Chill my pal | |
| The scene was like the showdown at the O. K. Coral | |
| It was you and then about five of y' all hangin | |
| Standin in the center lookin like y' all was bangin | |
| Ain' t nuthin but marks | |
| Approached me with your " P" hat | |
| But I was high off the blunt, so I didn' t see that | |
| But I' m knowin I' m a nigga you love to hate | |
| But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate | |
| I shouldn' t' ve fell for it, I should' ve started slappin | |
| Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin | |
| David Blake: you fake as ! | |
| I mack your ass like a mutha in truck | |
| I guess that eye was too black cause you still can' t see me | |
| Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini | |
| Oh geah, just like I said before | |
| Ain' t nuthin but the ho on my dick | |
| Little trick named Quik | |
| Geah, quick to get ed one time | |
| You better be callin onetime before I pull out my nine | |
| And nigga, checks this | |
| Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles | |
| Niggas should' ve just told me that you was a mark and | |
| I wouldn' t' ve hit you up with that notorious park | |
| You know where we from | |
| Can' t fade it, better fear it | |
| Got one of your little B. G.' s to write your in lyrics | |
| Playin around with the hood you get got | |
| Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got | |
| You and that fake mutha a who wrote your rap | |
| My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the treyfive strap | |
| No mutha in truce | |
| Get the ass cracked over the dome with the in deucedeuce | |
| Don' t make me have to act up | |
| Cause you' s a frail mutha a with no back up | |
| Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake | |
| ' member OneTime Gaffled, nationwide blue tape | |
| Original Compton representin to the T | |
| Givin out slugs to you fake wannabe' s | |
| Go run right through you | |
| And before we kill off, remember the ' niew did it to you | |
| Slick talkin, fast walkin | |
| Nigga, how' d you figure that the E wasn' t gon' stand and deliver? | |
| You ain' t worth a penny | |
| Never had a damn eye, dotted so many | |
| Times, two times, three times | |
| You fall to the floor, you don' t want no mo' | |
| And if you wanna get with this you best to dash | |
| Geah, cause I' ma tap that ass | |
| West Side | |
| Fool, you can' t with the gangsta niggas | |
| Uh | |
| Ain' t nuthin but the new style, you know? | |
| I likes that, ' the new style' for that ass | |
| 9 to the fizive0, fool | |
| You can' t with these killas | |
| So stay the back | |
| And rounds up your little homies and shit | |
| Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga | |
| True Blue from the streets | |
| Wessyyyde |
| zuò cí : Bacon, Mundy, Patterson, Tyler | |
| " Oh nigga guess what! | |
| Word got back about the little marks who jacked you! | |
| I know where they be kickin it at | |
| Down with a 187?" | |
| EIHT | |
| Eeerrr... | |
| Geah | |
| Geah | |
| In the mutha in house, fool | |
| For the 9 to the fiziveO | |
| The Eihthype thugs in the mutha in house | |
| Geah | |
| And like my nigga E40 say: | |
| We got a colloseum of mutha as in here | |
| Tha Eihthype thugs | |
| C. M. W. | |
| N. O. T. R. | |
| Lil Hawk Bird | |
| Da Foe | |
| I' ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot | |
| Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot | |
| And ain' t no crack, little cluck, it' s just bullets that I' m slingin | |
| Neverbehangin, onestreetbangin | |
| We don' t be playin, fools runnin at the in lip | |
| Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip | |
| Fast from the hip pop pop explodin | |
| When the 9 mill starts unloadin | |
| You better be watchin what you sayin | |
| Cause niggas from 159th ain' t playin | |
| Trey' s and 4' s and houses start hittin your block | |
| Mass hysteria, your bitchass gettin scarier | |
| Don' t wanna catch the slug | |
| But you' s a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug | |
| Can' t get no respect, well punk, then try this | |
| Report your homies for domestic violence | |
| For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block | |
| Dash, David Gash, I' ma tap that ass | |
| O Dawg from Menace II Society | |
| " Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke ' em | |
| Shit it ain' t that hard" | |
| EIHT | |
| I' ma tell you ' bout the time that we first met | |
| The story that you told was some fake bullshit | |
| It was me and Chill my pal | |
| The scene was like the showdown at the O. K. Coral | |
| It was you and then about five of y' all hangin | |
| Standin in the center lookin like y' all was bangin | |
| Ain' t nuthin but marks | |
| Approached me with your " P" hat | |
| But I was high off the blunt, so I didn' t see that | |
| But I' m knowin I' m a nigga you love to hate | |
| But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate | |
| I shouldn' t' ve fell for it, I should' ve started slappin | |
| Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin | |
| David Blake: you fake as ! | |
| I mack your ass like a mutha in truck | |
| I guess that eye was too black cause you still can' t see me | |
| Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini | |
| Oh geah, just like I said before | |
| Ain' t nuthin but the ho on my dick | |
| Little trick named Quik | |
| Geah, quick to get ed one time | |
| You better be callin onetime before I pull out my nine | |
| And nigga, checks this | |
| Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles | |
| Niggas should' ve just told me that you was a mark and | |
| I wouldn' t' ve hit you up with that notorious park | |
| You know where we from | |
| Can' t fade it, better fear it | |
| Got one of your little B. G.' s to write your in lyrics | |
| Playin around with the hood you get got | |
| Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got | |
| You and that fake mutha a who wrote your rap | |
| My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the treyfive strap | |
| No mutha in truce | |
| Get the ass cracked over the dome with the in deucedeuce | |
| Don' t make me have to act up | |
| Cause you' s a frail mutha a with no back up | |
| Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake | |
| ' member OneTime Gaffled, nationwide blue tape | |
| Original Compton representin to the T | |
| Givin out slugs to you fake wannabe' s | |
| Go run right through you | |
| And before we kill off, remember the ' niew did it to you | |
| Slick talkin, fast walkin | |
| Nigga, how' d you figure that the E wasn' t gon' stand and deliver? | |
| You ain' t worth a penny | |
| Never had a damn eye, dotted so many | |
| Times, two times, three times | |
| You fall to the floor, you don' t want no mo' | |
| And if you wanna get with this you best to dash | |
| Geah, cause I' ma tap that ass | |
| West Side | |
| Fool, you can' t with the gangsta niggas | |
| Uh | |
| Ain' t nuthin but the new style, you know? | |
| I likes that, ' the new style' for that ass | |
| 9 to the fizive0, fool | |
| You can' t with these killas | |
| So stay the back | |
| And rounds up your little homies and shit | |
| Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga | |
| True Blue from the streets | |
| Wessyyyde |
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