| Song | Hell Yeah (Pimp The System) - Real Version |
| Artist | Dead Prez |
| Album | RBG: revolutionary but gangsta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : M1, Stic | |
| (Jay-Z) | |
| We together on the same track now, baby! | |
| Whatchu gon call us now?! | |
| (Intro) | |
| Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack) | |
| Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy) | |
| Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) | |
| Brooklyn, Come on, Come on | |
| (Verse - stic.man) | |
| Sittin' in the living room on the floor | |
| Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit | |
| But I'm a maintain | |
| Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name | |
| And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing | |
| Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper | |
| We been living in the dark since April | |
| On the candle, gotta get a handle | |
| My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble | |
| Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page | |
| Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid | |
| We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver | |
| We gonna stick the 25 up in his face | |
| Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors | |
| Head to the notorious Southside | |
| One weapon to the four of us | |
| Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights | |
| White boy in the wrong place at the right time | |
| Soon as the car door open up he mine | |
| We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose | |
| By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes | |
| You know what this is, it's a stic up | |
| Gimme the do' from your pickups | |
| You ran into the wrong niggaz | |
| We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes | |
| So we split up and met back at the apartment | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) | |
| Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) | |
| Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) | |
| Hell yeah (well lets ride then) | |
| Hell yeah, Hell yeah | |
| (Verse - M-1) | |
| I know a way we can get paid | |
| You can get down but you can't be afraid | |
| Let's go to the DMV, and get a ID | |
| The name says you but the face is me | |
| Now it's your turn take my paper work | |
| Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work | |
| Then, fill out the credit card application | |
| And it's gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting | |
| For American Express, Discovery Card | |
| Platinum Visa, Master Card | |
| Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we was targets | |
| Now we just walk right up and say charge it | |
| To the game we rocking brand names | |
| Well known at Department Store chains | |
| Even got the boys in the crew a few things | |
| Po Po never know who to true blame | |
| Store after store you know we kept rolling | |
| Wait two weeks report the card stolen | |
| Repeat this cycle like a like a laundry mat | |
| Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch | |
| Coming out the mall with the shopping bags | |
| We can take it right back then get the cash | |
| Yeah, get a friend and then do it again | |
| Damn right that's how we paid the rent (hell yeah) | |
| (Bridge - repeat 2x) | |
| Got to get this paper | |
| I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind | |
| It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle | |
| This is the way we survive | |
| (Verse - Jay-Z) | |
| As long as there's - drugs to be sold | |
| I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes | |
| I ain't slipping through the cracks | |
| So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps | |
| The first black in the suburbs | |
| You'd think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup | |
| The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve | |
| The first young buck that I served | |
| I thought back to the block | |
| I never seen a cop when I was out there | |
| They never came out there | |
| And out there, I was slinging crack to live | |
| I'm only slinging raps to your kids | |
| I'm only trying to show you how black niggaz live | |
| But you don't want your little ones acting like this | |
| Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny | |
| And now they all know the skinny | |
| Lil Joey got his durag on | |
| Driving down the street blasting Tupac's song (Thug Life baby!) | |
| But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on | |
| Now before you know it, you backing em | |
| Now the police, got me in the middle of the street | |
| Trying to beat me blue, black and orange | |
| I'm like hold up, who you smacking on? | |
| I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on | |
| (Chorus) (Jay-Z) | |
| Hell yeah (y'all don't like that do you?) | |
| Hell yeah (you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you) | |
| Hell yeah (you know we tired of starving my nigga) | |
| Hell yeah (let's ride) hell yeahhh (let's ride) | |
| (Bridge - repeat 2x) (w/ Jay-Z ad-libs) | |
| If you claiming gangsta | |
| Then bang on the system | |
| And show that you ready to ride | |
| Till we get our freedom | |
| We got to get over | |
| We steady on the grind |
| zuo qu : M1, Stic | |
| JayZ | |
| We together on the same track now, baby! | |
| Whatchu gon call us now?! | |
| Intro | |
| Holton Street, Dean Street click clack | |
| Prezident uh huh nostril out DP' s Marcy | |
| Orange Al RBGs TTown Who wanna ride? | |
| Brooklyn, Come on, Come on | |
| Verse stic. man | |
| Sittin' in the living room on the floor | |
| Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit | |
| But I' m a maintain | |
| Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name | |
| And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing | |
| Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper | |
| We been living in the dark since April | |
| On the candle, gotta get a handle | |
| My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble | |
| Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page | |
| Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid | |
| We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver | |
| We gonna stick the 25 up in his face | |
| Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors | |
| Head to the notorious Southside | |
| One weapon to the four of us | |
| Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights | |
| White boy in the wrong place at the right time | |
| Soon as the car door open up he mine | |
| We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose | |
| By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes | |
| You know what this is, it' s a stic up | |
| Gimme the do' from your pickups | |
| You ran into the wrong niggaz | |
| We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes | |
| So we split up and met back at the apartment | |
| Chorus | |
| Hell yeah yo ain' t you hungry my nigga? | |
| Hell yeah you wanna get paid my nigga? | |
| Hell yeah ain' t you tired of starving my nigga? | |
| Hell yeah well lets ride then | |
| Hell yeah, Hell yeah | |
| Verse M1 | |
| I know a way we can get paid | |
| You can get down but you can' t be afraid | |
| Let' s go to the DMV, and get a ID | |
| The name says you but the face is me | |
| Now it' s your turn take my paper work | |
| Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work | |
| Then, fill out the credit card application | |
| And it' s gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting | |
| For American Express, Discovery Card | |
| Platinum Visa, Master Card | |
| Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we was targets | |
| Now we just walk right up and say charge it | |
| To the game we rocking brand names | |
| Well known at Department Store chains | |
| Even got the boys in the crew a few things | |
| Po Po never know who to true blame | |
| Store after store you know we kept rolling | |
| Wait two weeks report the card stolen | |
| Repeat this cycle like a like a laundry mat | |
| Like a glitch in the system it' s hard to catch | |
| Coming out the mall with the shopping bags | |
| We can take it right back then get the cash | |
| Yeah, get a friend and then do it again | |
| Damn right that' s how we paid the rent hell yeah | |
| Bridge repeat 2x | |
| Got to get this paper | |
| I' m down for the caper, we steady on the grind | |
| It' s a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle | |
| This is the way we survive | |
| Verse JayZ | |
| As long as there' s drugs to be sold | |
| I ain' t waiting for the system to plug up these holes | |
| I ain' t slipping through the cracks | |
| So I' m at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps | |
| The first black in the suburbs | |
| You' d think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup | |
| The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve | |
| The first young buck that I served | |
| I thought back to the block | |
| I never seen a cop when I was out there | |
| They never came out there | |
| And out there, I was slinging crack to live | |
| I' m only slinging raps to your kids | |
| I' m only trying to show you how black niggaz live | |
| But you don' t want your little ones acting like this | |
| Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny | |
| And now they all know the skinny | |
| Lil Joey got his durag on | |
| Driving down the street blasting Tupac' s song Thug Life baby! | |
| But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on | |
| Now before you know it, you backing em | |
| Now the police, got me in the middle of the street | |
| Trying to beat me blue, black and orange | |
| I' m like hold up, who you smacking on? | |
| I' m only trying to eat what you snacking on | |
| Chorus JayZ | |
| Hell yeah y' all don' t like that do you? | |
| Hell yeah you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you | |
| Hell yeah you know we tired of starving my nigga | |
| Hell yeah let' s ride hell yeahhh let' s ride | |
| Bridge repeat 2x w JayZ adlibs | |
| If you claiming gangsta | |
| Then bang on the system | |
| And show that you ready to ride | |
| Till we get our freedom | |
| We got to get over | |
| We steady on the grind |
| zuò qǔ : M1, Stic | |
| JayZ | |
| We together on the same track now, baby! | |
| Whatchu gon call us now?! | |
| Intro | |
| Holton Street, Dean Street click clack | |
| Prezident uh huh nostril out DP' s Marcy | |
| Orange Al RBGs TTown Who wanna ride? | |
| Brooklyn, Come on, Come on | |
| Verse stic. man | |
| Sittin' in the living room on the floor | |
| Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit | |
| But I' m a maintain | |
| Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name | |
| And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing | |
| Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper | |
| We been living in the dark since April | |
| On the candle, gotta get a handle | |
| My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble | |
| Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page | |
| Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid | |
| We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver | |
| We gonna stick the 25 up in his face | |
| Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors | |
| Head to the notorious Southside | |
| One weapon to the four of us | |
| Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights | |
| White boy in the wrong place at the right time | |
| Soon as the car door open up he mine | |
| We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose | |
| By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes | |
| You know what this is, it' s a stic up | |
| Gimme the do' from your pickups | |
| You ran into the wrong niggaz | |
| We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes | |
| So we split up and met back at the apartment | |
| Chorus | |
| Hell yeah yo ain' t you hungry my nigga? | |
| Hell yeah you wanna get paid my nigga? | |
| Hell yeah ain' t you tired of starving my nigga? | |
| Hell yeah well lets ride then | |
| Hell yeah, Hell yeah | |
| Verse M1 | |
| I know a way we can get paid | |
| You can get down but you can' t be afraid | |
| Let' s go to the DMV, and get a ID | |
| The name says you but the face is me | |
| Now it' s your turn take my paper work | |
| Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work | |
| Then, fill out the credit card application | |
| And it' s gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting | |
| For American Express, Discovery Card | |
| Platinum Visa, Master Card | |
| Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we was targets | |
| Now we just walk right up and say charge it | |
| To the game we rocking brand names | |
| Well known at Department Store chains | |
| Even got the boys in the crew a few things | |
| Po Po never know who to true blame | |
| Store after store you know we kept rolling | |
| Wait two weeks report the card stolen | |
| Repeat this cycle like a like a laundry mat | |
| Like a glitch in the system it' s hard to catch | |
| Coming out the mall with the shopping bags | |
| We can take it right back then get the cash | |
| Yeah, get a friend and then do it again | |
| Damn right that' s how we paid the rent hell yeah | |
| Bridge repeat 2x | |
| Got to get this paper | |
| I' m down for the caper, we steady on the grind | |
| It' s a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle | |
| This is the way we survive | |
| Verse JayZ | |
| As long as there' s drugs to be sold | |
| I ain' t waiting for the system to plug up these holes | |
| I ain' t slipping through the cracks | |
| So I' m at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps | |
| The first black in the suburbs | |
| You' d think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup | |
| The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve | |
| The first young buck that I served | |
| I thought back to the block | |
| I never seen a cop when I was out there | |
| They never came out there | |
| And out there, I was slinging crack to live | |
| I' m only slinging raps to your kids | |
| I' m only trying to show you how black niggaz live | |
| But you don' t want your little ones acting like this | |
| Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny | |
| And now they all know the skinny | |
| Lil Joey got his durag on | |
| Driving down the street blasting Tupac' s song Thug Life baby! | |
| But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on | |
| Now before you know it, you backing em | |
| Now the police, got me in the middle of the street | |
| Trying to beat me blue, black and orange | |
| I' m like hold up, who you smacking on? | |
| I' m only trying to eat what you snacking on | |
| Chorus JayZ | |
| Hell yeah y' all don' t like that do you? | |
| Hell yeah you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you | |
| Hell yeah you know we tired of starving my nigga | |
| Hell yeah let' s ride hell yeahhh let' s ride | |
| Bridge repeat 2x w JayZ adlibs | |
| If you claiming gangsta | |
| Then bang on the system | |
| And show that you ready to ride | |
| Till we get our freedom | |
| We got to get over | |
| We steady on the grind |