| Song | Some Of 'em |
| Artist | Devin the Dude |
| Album | Just Tryin' Ta Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Copeland, Joiner, Jones, Jones | |
| (Devin the Dude) | |
| I'm kind of familiar...with this game | |
| And man I can feel ya | |
| Some try to get by, I get high | |
| Well **** it I stay blowed | |
| Got it burnin' not concerned with what they do to they nose | |
| I'm just tryin' to keep mine clean | |
| And out the air and beware | |
| There's big piles of shit all over the ground, see there | |
| Got the pivotal moves, camel walk, pop-lock | |
| Even hop-scotch around turds until ya top notch | |
| Watch out for cop, for what | |
| I ain't afraid of the fuzz | |
| I ain't got nothin' on me but a buzz | |
| Steady tryin' to cop something | |
| From family, friends, and niggas I run with | |
| All about havin' fun, shit | |
| But it's kind of hard to laugh lookin' at a blood bath | |
| Hearin' a loud voice sayin' "Man what happened" | |
| Hellish whispers turn into a noise | |
| When conversations get twisted and the truth gets lost y'all | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they'll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again | |
| (Xzibit) | |
| Niggas be so transparent, easy to see through | |
| Hit you from the blindside, niggas try to defeat you | |
| But the game is far from over | |
| In fact it's just the first quarter | |
| I feed millions and walk on water | |
| All business never personal | |
| Listen, I'm irreversible | |
| From this life I'm livin' | |
| **** facin' life in prison | |
| Now that's a hard decision | |
| Freedom or your respect | |
| Hold a gauge to the back of ya neck | |
| Reflect hard street principles | |
| Damn near invincible | |
| Keep it on the rise like an organized criminal | |
| This is for the niggas with me movin' in silence | |
| California grievance sex, money, and violence | |
| Self-made, made to order | |
| Tell me blood is thicker than water | |
| Takin' turns stickin' dick to ya daughter | |
| Just another days work to me | |
| Spittin' the truth, the truth gonna set you free | |
| Misery loves company | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they'll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again | |
| (Nas) | |
| Life is so unpredictable, full of surprises | |
| I could just die from natural causes, bullets, or virus | |
| Cause latex can break quick just ****in' some fly bitch | |
| And AIDS hit my people hard, not many survive it | |
| Want to be married with children blunted, happy with millions | |
| Laughin' but lately I'm haunted by some of the saddest feelings | |
| That remind me, I could easily end up like Shyne did | |
| Writin' supportin' our focus and practice wisely | |
| They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby | |
| Black man attacked on camera, faggot police'll ride free | |
| So what does Nas see | |
| Don't wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe | |
| Hate when they beside me | |
| But I just keep em' close, money over hoes | |
| Secrets and codes, lead by example | |
| Whenever speakin' on dough | |
| Creep but be careful | |
| In the streets, see niggas'll dare you, taunt you | |
| Go to jail is what they want you to do | |
| But concentrate | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they'll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again.... | |
| To set ya up for failure again |
| zuo qu : Copeland, Joiner, Jones, Jones | |
| Devin the Dude | |
| I' m kind of familiar... with this game | |
| And man I can feel ya | |
| Some try to get by, I get high | |
| Well it I stay blowed | |
| Got it burnin' not concerned with what they do to they nose | |
| I' m just tryin' to keep mine clean | |
| And out the air and beware | |
| There' s big piles of shit all over the ground, see there | |
| Got the pivotal moves, camel walk, poplock | |
| Even hopscotch around turds until ya top notch | |
| Watch out for cop, for what | |
| I ain' t afraid of the fuzz | |
| I ain' t got nothin' on me but a buzz | |
| Steady tryin' to cop something | |
| From family, friends, and niggas I run with | |
| All about havin' fun, shit | |
| But it' s kind of hard to laugh lookin' at a blood bath | |
| Hearin' a loud voice sayin' " Man what happened" | |
| Hellish whispers turn into a noise | |
| When conversations get twisted and the truth gets lost y' all | |
| Chorus | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they' ll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again | |
| Xzibit | |
| Niggas be so transparent, easy to see through | |
| Hit you from the blindside, niggas try to defeat you | |
| But the game is far from over | |
| In fact it' s just the first quarter | |
| I feed millions and walk on water | |
| All business never personal | |
| Listen, I' m irreversible | |
| From this life I' m livin' | |
| facin' life in prison | |
| Now that' s a hard decision | |
| Freedom or your respect | |
| Hold a gauge to the back of ya neck | |
| Reflect hard street principles | |
| Damn near invincible | |
| Keep it on the rise like an organized criminal | |
| This is for the niggas with me movin' in silence | |
| California grievance sex, money, and violence | |
| Selfmade, made to order | |
| Tell me blood is thicker than water | |
| Takin' turns stickin' dick to ya daughter | |
| Just another days work to me | |
| Spittin' the truth, the truth gonna set you free | |
| Misery loves company | |
| Chorus | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they' ll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again | |
| Nas | |
| Life is so unpredictable, full of surprises | |
| I could just die from natural causes, bullets, or virus | |
| Cause latex can break quick just in' some fly bitch | |
| And AIDS hit my people hard, not many survive it | |
| Want to be married with children blunted, happy with millions | |
| Laughin' but lately I' m haunted by some of the saddest feelings | |
| That remind me, I could easily end up like Shyne did | |
| Writin' supportin' our focus and practice wisely | |
| They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby | |
| Black man attacked on camera, faggot police' ll ride free | |
| So what does Nas see | |
| Don' t wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe | |
| Hate when they beside me | |
| But I just keep em' close, money over hoes | |
| Secrets and codes, lead by example | |
| Whenever speakin' on dough | |
| Creep but be careful | |
| In the streets, see niggas' ll dare you, taunt you | |
| Go to jail is what they want you to do | |
| But concentrate | |
| Chorus | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they' ll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again.... | |
| To set ya up for failure again |
| zuò qǔ : Copeland, Joiner, Jones, Jones | |
| Devin the Dude | |
| I' m kind of familiar... with this game | |
| And man I can feel ya | |
| Some try to get by, I get high | |
| Well it I stay blowed | |
| Got it burnin' not concerned with what they do to they nose | |
| I' m just tryin' to keep mine clean | |
| And out the air and beware | |
| There' s big piles of shit all over the ground, see there | |
| Got the pivotal moves, camel walk, poplock | |
| Even hopscotch around turds until ya top notch | |
| Watch out for cop, for what | |
| I ain' t afraid of the fuzz | |
| I ain' t got nothin' on me but a buzz | |
| Steady tryin' to cop something | |
| From family, friends, and niggas I run with | |
| All about havin' fun, shit | |
| But it' s kind of hard to laugh lookin' at a blood bath | |
| Hearin' a loud voice sayin' " Man what happened" | |
| Hellish whispers turn into a noise | |
| When conversations get twisted and the truth gets lost y' all | |
| Chorus | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they' ll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again | |
| Xzibit | |
| Niggas be so transparent, easy to see through | |
| Hit you from the blindside, niggas try to defeat you | |
| But the game is far from over | |
| In fact it' s just the first quarter | |
| I feed millions and walk on water | |
| All business never personal | |
| Listen, I' m irreversible | |
| From this life I' m livin' | |
| facin' life in prison | |
| Now that' s a hard decision | |
| Freedom or your respect | |
| Hold a gauge to the back of ya neck | |
| Reflect hard street principles | |
| Damn near invincible | |
| Keep it on the rise like an organized criminal | |
| This is for the niggas with me movin' in silence | |
| California grievance sex, money, and violence | |
| Selfmade, made to order | |
| Tell me blood is thicker than water | |
| Takin' turns stickin' dick to ya daughter | |
| Just another days work to me | |
| Spittin' the truth, the truth gonna set you free | |
| Misery loves company | |
| Chorus | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they' ll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again | |
| Nas | |
| Life is so unpredictable, full of surprises | |
| I could just die from natural causes, bullets, or virus | |
| Cause latex can break quick just in' some fly bitch | |
| And AIDS hit my people hard, not many survive it | |
| Want to be married with children blunted, happy with millions | |
| Laughin' but lately I' m haunted by some of the saddest feelings | |
| That remind me, I could easily end up like Shyne did | |
| Writin' supportin' our focus and practice wisely | |
| They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby | |
| Black man attacked on camera, faggot police' ll ride free | |
| So what does Nas see | |
| Don' t wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe | |
| Hate when they beside me | |
| But I just keep em' close, money over hoes | |
| Secrets and codes, lead by example | |
| Whenever speakin' on dough | |
| Creep but be careful | |
| In the streets, see niggas' ll dare you, taunt you | |
| Go to jail is what they want you to do | |
| But concentrate | |
| Chorus | |
| Some of em' love ya | |
| Some of em' look up to ya | |
| Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya | |
| To quick to say hell yeah | |
| To shit they' ll sell ya | |
| To set ya up for failure again.... | |
| To set ya up for failure again |