Song | Presenting Dungeon Family |
Artist | Dungeon Family |
Album | Even In Darkness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Benjamin, Patton, Render ... | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Dungeon Family | |
Dungeon Family, y'all got six minutes | |
Dungeon Family, don't y'all hear 'em out there? | |
They're going bananas, get up | |
Dungeon, come on | |
Dungeon Family, get out here | |
Come on, you hear me in there? | |
First Generation | |
Presenting | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Mr. DJ's on the drums | |
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums | |
Presenting | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Mr. DJ's on the drums | |
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums | |
Golly, yea' ain't gon' believe this | |
Oh, you will when you see it | |
Them boys done came together, changed the weather | |
Now they finna reign forever | |
Somebody better tell 'em they can think whatever | |
But I don't sweat 'em | |
Oh, if they say | |
I ain't right this time, shawdy bet 'em' | |
Cause I got game to sell 'em, a thang or better | |
I play 'em low key like below sea level | |
The high fidelity gon' bang yo' cerebellum | |
And crank the party up like this old | |
Charles Tatum | |
In a subterranean chamber, creatin' masterpieces | |
Etch it in stone, trust 'em it's hard to keep 'em | |
A thunderous sound, comes from up under the ground | |
Do you smell what the | |
Family smokin'? | |
We burnin' it down to ash, | |
Breeze, Doc, | |
The Mob, Rube | |
Outkast and me, guilty by association |
zuo qu : Benjamin, Patton, Render ... | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Dungeon Family | |
Dungeon Family, y' all got six minutes | |
Dungeon Family, don' t y' all hear ' em out there? | |
They' re going bananas, get up | |
Dungeon, come on | |
Dungeon Family, get out here | |
Come on, you hear me in there? | |
First Generation | |
Presenting | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Mr. DJ' s on the drums | |
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums | |
Presenting | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Mr. DJ' s on the drums | |
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums | |
Golly, yea' ain' t gon' believe this | |
Oh, you will when you see it | |
Them boys done came together, changed the weather | |
Now they finna reign forever | |
Somebody better tell ' em they can think whatever | |
But I don' t sweat ' em | |
Oh, if they say | |
I ain' t right this time, shawdy bet ' em' | |
Cause I got game to sell ' em, a thang or better | |
I play ' em low key like below sea level | |
The high fidelity gon' bang yo' cerebellum | |
And crank the party up like this old | |
Charles Tatum | |
In a subterranean chamber, creatin' masterpieces | |
Etch it in stone, trust ' em it' s hard to keep ' em | |
A thunderous sound, comes from up under the ground | |
Do you smell what the | |
Family smokin'? | |
We burnin' it down to ash, | |
Breeze, Doc, | |
The Mob, Rube | |
Outkast and me, guilty by association |
zuò qǔ : Benjamin, Patton, Render ... | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Dungeon Family | |
Dungeon Family, y' all got six minutes | |
Dungeon Family, don' t y' all hear ' em out there? | |
They' re going bananas, get up | |
Dungeon, come on | |
Dungeon Family, get out here | |
Come on, you hear me in there? | |
First Generation | |
Presenting | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Mr. DJ' s on the drums | |
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums | |
Presenting | |
Dungeon Family, | |
Mr. DJ' s on the drums | |
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums | |
Golly, yea' ain' t gon' believe this | |
Oh, you will when you see it | |
Them boys done came together, changed the weather | |
Now they finna reign forever | |
Somebody better tell ' em they can think whatever | |
But I don' t sweat ' em | |
Oh, if they say | |
I ain' t right this time, shawdy bet ' em' | |
Cause I got game to sell ' em, a thang or better | |
I play ' em low key like below sea level | |
The high fidelity gon' bang yo' cerebellum | |
And crank the party up like this old | |
Charles Tatum | |
In a subterranean chamber, creatin' masterpieces | |
Etch it in stone, trust ' em it' s hard to keep ' em | |
A thunderous sound, comes from up under the ground | |
Do you smell what the | |
Family smokin'? | |
We burnin' it down to ash, | |
Breeze, Doc, | |
The Mob, Rube | |
Outkast and me, guilty by association |