| 作词 : Blake, Bridges, Moore | |
| (feat. Ludacris) | |
| [Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!) | |
| [Luda] Ay man let me ask you somethin man | |
| [Luda] You ever have one of them days where you felt like | |
| [Luda] you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? | |
| [Luda] Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck | |
| [Luda] Paid off a car note or somethin | |
| [Luda] Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka | |
| [Luda] Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout? | |
| [Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? | |
| [Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party | |
| [Luda] Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it | |
| [Quik] In Compton we call that spur of the moment | |
| [Luda] Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup? | |
| [Ludacris] | |
| Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way | |
| More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day | |
| Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8 | |
| fo' a date with some other bust downs | |
| And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top | |
| I take the breeze, quick break the trees | |
| Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't | |
| My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't | |
| [DJ Quik] | |
| Well my baby momma is, because she see havin kids | |
| as a tool for gettin chips, that's with or without the dip | |
| She told my lawyer she's a nurse but she can't spell school | |
| Quite frankly she's a motherfuckin fool, idiot | |
| Welcome to the city where you might see thangs | |
| Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs | |
| over the city like a puppet string, pullin you up | |
| You think they love you 'til the director yells cut | |
| Now they packin you with ice and zippin you up | |
| [Chorus] | |
| It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight | |
| [KJ] And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright | |
| G'd up, my mind is freed up | |
| [KJ] From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright | |
| [DJ Quik] | |
| Now on Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice | |
| We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose | |
| Not the kind of cats that's out to steal your bag and your jewels | |
| But we check your medication just to see if you cool | |
| You can't be dyin on us, after you live off of hemp | |
| We party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shock and them | |
| We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hen be | |
| And hemp be the beats we flip thee and we pimps thee simply | |
| [Ludacris] | |
| So stay with me, and let's get tipsy | |
| Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey | |
| Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin | |
| Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin | |
| But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now | |
| Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up | |
| Now let's break loose cause your boy's around | |
| And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive, riiiiight | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Ludacris] | |
| It's just one of those days, without a care in the world | |
| You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl | |
| But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her | |
| Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper | |
| Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back | |
| And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack | |
| But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel | |
| Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill | |
| [DJ Quik] | |
| Now if it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz | |
| I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit | |
| If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped | |
| Or you'll be wonderin where yo' house went | |
| You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo | |
| I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows | |
| And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6" | |
| And show 'em in the back of my truck, at the FreakNic | |
| Trick, what'chu workin with? | |
| [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
| zuo ci : Blake, Bridges, Moore | |
| feat. Ludacris | |
| Quik Gotta keep it a secret woo! | |
| Luda Ay man let me ask you somethin man | |
| Luda You ever have one of them days where you felt like | |
| Luda you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? | |
| Luda Y' knahmean like you just got your paycheck | |
| Luda Paid off a car note or somethin | |
| Luda Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh' fucka | |
| Luda Witcha good shoes on, y' knahmtalkinbout? | |
| Quik You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? | |
| Luda Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party | |
| Luda Like call e' rybody you know, don' t even plan it, just do it | |
| Quik In Compton we call that spur of the moment | |
| Luda Well let' s do it, spur of the moment, whattup? | |
| Ludacris | |
| Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way | |
| More I say, on another hot sunny Californye day | |
| Just touched down, called up my 818 | |
| fo' a date with some other bust downs | |
| And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top | |
| I take the breeze, quick break the trees | |
| Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo' t | |
| My baby momma ain' t trippin on child suppo' t | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Well my baby momma is, because she see havin kids | |
| as a tool for gettin chips, that' s with or without the dip | |
| She told my lawyer she' s a nurse but she can' t spell school | |
| Quite frankly she' s a motherfuckin fool, idiot | |
| Welcome to the city where you might see thangs | |
| Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs | |
| over the city like a puppet string, pullin you up | |
| You think they love you ' til the director yells cut | |
| Now they packin you with ice and zippin you up | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight | |
| KJ And for once, in my life, everything' s gonna be, alright | |
| G' d up, my mind is freed up | |
| KJ From the day, through the night, everything' s gonna be, alright | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Now on Arabian Spruce, Seagram' s bumpy and juice | |
| We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose | |
| Not the kind of cats that' s out to steal your bag and your jewels | |
| But we check your medication just to see if you cool | |
| You can' t be dyin on us, after you live off of hemp | |
| We party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shock and them | |
| We in that sunshine state where the bombass hen be | |
| And hemp be the beats we flip thee and we pimps thee simply | |
| Ludacris | |
| So stay with me, and let' s get tipsy | |
| Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey | |
| Runnin ' round grinnin, runnin ' round sinnin | |
| Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin | |
| But I' m all grown up now, less throwin up now | |
| Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up | |
| Now let' s break loose cause your boy' s around | |
| And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive, riiiiight | |
| Chorus | |
| Ludacris | |
| It' s just one of those days, without a care in the world | |
| You ain' t gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl | |
| But she' s lookin this way and I' m gonna come get her | |
| Fresh haircut, so I' m feelin quite kipper | |
| Can' t nothin go wrong cause my strap' s on my back | |
| And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack | |
| But forget the clickclack, ain' t no need for the steel | |
| Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Now if it' s Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz | |
| I' ma put this on my kids, stupid it' s an outfit | |
| If you ain' t been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped | |
| Or you' ll be wonderin where yo' house went | |
| You see I' m not normal and I' m not a homo | |
| I' m mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows | |
| And call it " More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6" | |
| And show ' em in the back of my truck, at the FreakNic | |
| Trick, what' chu workin with? | |
| Chorus repeat 2X |
| zuò cí : Blake, Bridges, Moore | |
| feat. Ludacris | |
| Quik Gotta keep it a secret woo! | |
| Luda Ay man let me ask you somethin man | |
| Luda You ever have one of them days where you felt like | |
| Luda you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? | |
| Luda Y' knahmean like you just got your paycheck | |
| Luda Paid off a car note or somethin | |
| Luda Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh' fucka | |
| Luda Witcha good shoes on, y' knahmtalkinbout? | |
| Quik You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? | |
| Luda Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party | |
| Luda Like call e' rybody you know, don' t even plan it, just do it | |
| Quik In Compton we call that spur of the moment | |
| Luda Well let' s do it, spur of the moment, whattup? | |
| Ludacris | |
| Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way | |
| More I say, on another hot sunny Californye day | |
| Just touched down, called up my 818 | |
| fo' a date with some other bust downs | |
| And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top | |
| I take the breeze, quick break the trees | |
| Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo' t | |
| My baby momma ain' t trippin on child suppo' t | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Well my baby momma is, because she see havin kids | |
| as a tool for gettin chips, that' s with or without the dip | |
| She told my lawyer she' s a nurse but she can' t spell school | |
| Quite frankly she' s a motherfuckin fool, idiot | |
| Welcome to the city where you might see thangs | |
| Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs | |
| over the city like a puppet string, pullin you up | |
| You think they love you ' til the director yells cut | |
| Now they packin you with ice and zippin you up | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight | |
| KJ And for once, in my life, everything' s gonna be, alright | |
| G' d up, my mind is freed up | |
| KJ From the day, through the night, everything' s gonna be, alright | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Now on Arabian Spruce, Seagram' s bumpy and juice | |
| We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose | |
| Not the kind of cats that' s out to steal your bag and your jewels | |
| But we check your medication just to see if you cool | |
| You can' t be dyin on us, after you live off of hemp | |
| We party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shock and them | |
| We in that sunshine state where the bombass hen be | |
| And hemp be the beats we flip thee and we pimps thee simply | |
| Ludacris | |
| So stay with me, and let' s get tipsy | |
| Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey | |
| Runnin ' round grinnin, runnin ' round sinnin | |
| Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin | |
| But I' m all grown up now, less throwin up now | |
| Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up | |
| Now let' s break loose cause your boy' s around | |
| And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive, riiiiight | |
| Chorus | |
| Ludacris | |
| It' s just one of those days, without a care in the world | |
| You ain' t gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl | |
| But she' s lookin this way and I' m gonna come get her | |
| Fresh haircut, so I' m feelin quite kipper | |
| Can' t nothin go wrong cause my strap' s on my back | |
| And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack | |
| But forget the clickclack, ain' t no need for the steel | |
| Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Now if it' s Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz | |
| I' ma put this on my kids, stupid it' s an outfit | |
| If you ain' t been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped | |
| Or you' ll be wonderin where yo' house went | |
| You see I' m not normal and I' m not a homo | |
| I' m mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows | |
| And call it " More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6" | |
| And show ' em in the back of my truck, at the FreakNic | |
| Trick, what' chu workin with? | |
| Chorus repeat 2X |
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