| 作词 : Blake | |
| Cause stuff | |
| I seen it was inevitable | |
| I'd be a business man | |
| I knew that | |
| I would get some assistance whenever | |
| I took the stand | |
| Now this is how yo' street works, everybody all hates each other | |
| Until they in each other's face, and then they be cousins brothers and loved ones, it's all just a race | |
| To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one payce | |
| You niggaz wanna be on squirrel time, | |
| I'm around the world time | |
| Until I gotta come back for court, talk to my kids and they're fine | |
| This is my intro, | |
| I'm scratchin | |
| Chingy, comin blingy this time | |
| I'm showin off my hands and freestylin, showin you through my mind | |
| This is for | |
| Roger Troutman, he helped me when | |
| I was so blind | |
| To see that y'all would freak out me at an opportune time | |
| I shoulda seen it comin [Chorus] | |
| Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit | |
| I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch | |
| You fuckin with my chips | |
| I gotta resist | |
| I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch | |
| Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit | |
| I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch | |
| She fuckin with my chips | |
| I gotta resist | |
| I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch [DJ Quik] | |
| I live in | |
| Los Scangelous, | |
| California | |
| It's the most beautiful sunset 'til cowards run up on ya | |
| And then it's curtains you hurtin for what yo' mob done been blurtin | |
| When you don't love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin | |
| I ain't sharin a fuckin thing, | |
| I'm a rider for certain | |
| Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give 'em some | |
| Jergens Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin to suffer the homey's tweakin | |
| Do drugs not now homey heat just be lurkin | |
| My best friend's dead, my heart is a stone | |
| My soul ain't even mine to own, they say it's alone | |
| And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me in song | |
| I'm comin with pencils pistols and | |
| Cristals you gone | |
| It's premeditated now nigga [Chorus] [Outro] | |
| Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit | |
| Family messin with him, gangbangin, man | |
| Get his drink on, for a long time | |
| Trippin, gettin on motorcycles man, and standin on 'em | |
| Losin and fallin, scandalous-ass baby momma | |
| Lettin homies, so-called homies fuck | |
| Tryin to make my nigga look bad | |
| Then they end up in | |
| Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones | |
| That's what they get, keep on pushin | |
| Quik |
| zuo ci : Blake | |
| Cause stuff | |
| I seen it was inevitable | |
| I' d be a business man | |
| I knew that | |
| I would get some assistance whenever | |
| I took the stand | |
| Now this is how yo' street works, everybody all hates each other | |
| Until they in each other' s face, and then they be cousins brothers and loved ones, it' s all just a race | |
| To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one payce | |
| You niggaz wanna be on squirrel time, | |
| I' m around the world time | |
| Until I gotta come back for court, talk to my kids and they' re fine | |
| This is my intro, | |
| I' m scratchin | |
| Chingy, comin blingy this time | |
| I' m showin off my hands and freestylin, showin you through my mind | |
| This is for | |
| Roger Troutman, he helped me when | |
| I was so blind | |
| To see that y' all would freak out me at an opportune time | |
| I shoulda seen it comin Chorus | |
| Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit | |
| I' m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch | |
| You fuckin with my chips | |
| I gotta resist | |
| I' m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch | |
| Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit | |
| I' m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch | |
| She fuckin with my chips | |
| I gotta resist | |
| I' m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch DJ Quik | |
| I live in | |
| Los Scangelous, | |
| California | |
| It' s the most beautiful sunset ' til cowards run up on ya | |
| And then it' s curtains you hurtin for what yo' mob done been blurtin | |
| When you don' t love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin | |
| I ain' t sharin a fuckin thing, | |
| I' m a rider for certain | |
| Shake the homies with selfesteem problems, give ' em some | |
| Jergens Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin to suffer the homey' s tweakin | |
| Do drugs not now homey heat just be lurkin | |
| My best friend' s dead, my heart is a stone | |
| My soul ain' t even mine to own, they say it' s alone | |
| And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me in song | |
| I' m comin with pencils pistols and | |
| Cristals you gone | |
| It' s premeditated now nigga Chorus Outro | |
| Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit | |
| Family messin with him, gangbangin, man | |
| Get his drink on, for a long time | |
| Trippin, gettin on motorcycles man, and standin on ' em | |
| Losin and fallin, scandalousass baby momma | |
| Lettin homies, socalled homies fuck | |
| Tryin to make my nigga look bad | |
| Then they end up in | |
| Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones | |
| That' s what they get, keep on pushin | |
| Quik |
| zuò cí : Blake | |
| Cause stuff | |
| I seen it was inevitable | |
| I' d be a business man | |
| I knew that | |
| I would get some assistance whenever | |
| I took the stand | |
| Now this is how yo' street works, everybody all hates each other | |
| Until they in each other' s face, and then they be cousins brothers and loved ones, it' s all just a race | |
| To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one payce | |
| You niggaz wanna be on squirrel time, | |
| I' m around the world time | |
| Until I gotta come back for court, talk to my kids and they' re fine | |
| This is my intro, | |
| I' m scratchin | |
| Chingy, comin blingy this time | |
| I' m showin off my hands and freestylin, showin you through my mind | |
| This is for | |
| Roger Troutman, he helped me when | |
| I was so blind | |
| To see that y' all would freak out me at an opportune time | |
| I shoulda seen it comin Chorus | |
| Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit | |
| I' m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch | |
| You fuckin with my chips | |
| I gotta resist | |
| I' m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch | |
| Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit | |
| I' m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch | |
| She fuckin with my chips | |
| I gotta resist | |
| I' m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch DJ Quik | |
| I live in | |
| Los Scangelous, | |
| California | |
| It' s the most beautiful sunset ' til cowards run up on ya | |
| And then it' s curtains you hurtin for what yo' mob done been blurtin | |
| When you don' t love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin | |
| I ain' t sharin a fuckin thing, | |
| I' m a rider for certain | |
| Shake the homies with selfesteem problems, give ' em some | |
| Jergens Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin to suffer the homey' s tweakin | |
| Do drugs not now homey heat just be lurkin | |
| My best friend' s dead, my heart is a stone | |
| My soul ain' t even mine to own, they say it' s alone | |
| And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me in song | |
| I' m comin with pencils pistols and | |
| Cristals you gone | |
| It' s premeditated now nigga Chorus Outro | |
| Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit | |
| Family messin with him, gangbangin, man | |
| Get his drink on, for a long time | |
| Trippin, gettin on motorcycles man, and standin on ' em | |
| Losin and fallin, scandalousass baby momma | |
| Lettin homies, socalled homies fuck | |
| Tryin to make my nigga look bad | |
| Then they end up in | |
| Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones | |
| That' s what they get, keep on pushin | |
| Quik |
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