| 作曲 : David Sheats/Antwan Patton/Erin Johnson/Louis Freese/André Benjamin | |
| Hello Lord, it's me again | |
| I just wanna make to love the whole globe | |
| And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move | |
| Like smoke patterns, me on my way to | |
| Saturn wit a bomb | |
| Numb be it view, or | |
| Saudi Shawty | |
| I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win | |
| Now won't that make us all fools | |
| Like class clowns praying | |
| Private Ryan comes round | |
| Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second | |
| Niggaz in the street they want it hurry | |
| When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry | |
| A little knowledge from the college of wizard | |
| Ray Murray | |
| Answer quick do you know what desire is? | |
| Huh?Apparently not that's why you get what you got | |
| Now answer this do you know what fire is? | |
| YeahThe body of hot, the motivator of pots | |
| Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release | |
| Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you | |
| What the future holds in its sweaty palms | |
| Thank I'm finna vom? | |
| Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum | |
| Prom night might excite a down right fight like | |
| White blood cells to the common cold rebel | |
| Night gets jealous of day play is no longer | |
| The feelin' gets stronger than | |
| Ammonia sticks inhale | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face | |
| Look at the way you look at me | |
| I see it on your face | |
| All your hate emanates but you still hesitate' | |
| Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how | |
| To brainwash me to be a commercial clown | |
| **** that | |
| I see the way you were | |
| See the way you smirk | |
| I'm catching you where you work | |
| God only knows all the trouble that grows | |
| Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes | |
| Can I blast those who point the finger at me | |
| Who criticize and talk shit so freely | |
| **** double | |
| XL, you're a size too small | |
| I should hire | |
| Eminem so we can kill you all | |
| Whether you live to talk shit about the | |
| RealThen kiss my ass in person how much you love the | |
| HillI'm the outcast comin' to blaze the grass | |
| Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass | |
| Dre, pass me the glass of wine | |
| So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine | |
| For all those who fallen and answered when | |
| God was calling | |
| Jump into my ragtop and get all in | |
| I'm the bomb, planted in your car, why you frozen? | |
| Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion | |
| The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours | |
| The world is lost, the world is tossed | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face | |
| With a one-two punch, | |
| B-Real and | |
| Andre dropped they verses | |
| Your homeboy | |
| Daddy Fat | |
| Sax playin' clean-up so it worsens | |
| People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes it's curtains | |
| No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking | |
| Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state | |
| Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day | |
| Jumpin' the gun and rushing your flow | |
| Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears | |
| ****ed up can't hear, | |
| Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? | |
| OutKast this | |
| Dirty South to death the | |
| Dungeon Family | |
| CampGot this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps | |
| Making that music that make your neck hurt | |
| And the beats that bother your back in my | |
| CadillacSix woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole | |
| With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap | |
| Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can't be amazed | |
| And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face |
| zuo qu : David Sheats Antwan Patton Erin Johnson Louis Freese Andre Benjamin | |
| Hello Lord, it' s me again | |
| I just wanna make to love the whole globe | |
| And all her girlfriends now don' t that make ya mind move | |
| Like smoke patterns, me on my way to | |
| Saturn wit a bomb | |
| Numb be it view, or | |
| Saudi Shawty | |
| I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win | |
| Now won' t that make us all fools | |
| Like class clowns praying | |
| Private Ryan comes round | |
| Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second | |
| Niggaz in the street they want it hurry | |
| When niggaz start biting that' s when 3000 starts to worry | |
| A little knowledge from the college of wizard | |
| Ray Murray | |
| Answer quick do you know what desire is? | |
| Huh? Apparently not that' s why you get what you got | |
| Now answer this do you know what fire is? | |
| YeahThe body of hot, the motivator of pots | |
| Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release | |
| Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you | |
| What the future holds in its sweaty palms | |
| Thank I' m finna vom? | |
| Ya move like ya mean it she' ll cum | |
| Prom night might excite a down right fight like | |
| White blood cells to the common cold rebel | |
| Night gets jealous of day play is no longer | |
| The feelin' gets stronger than | |
| Ammonia sticks inhale | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| And we some homemade bombs finna blow right up in your face | |
| Look at the way you look at me | |
| I see it on your face | |
| All your hate emanates but you still hesitate' | |
| Cause you want inside of my head but don' t know how | |
| To brainwash me to be a commercial clown | |
| that | |
| I see the way you were | |
| See the way you smirk | |
| I' m catching you where you work | |
| God only knows all the trouble that grows | |
| Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes | |
| Can I blast those who point the finger at me | |
| Who criticize and talk shit so freely | |
| double | |
| XL, you' re a size too small | |
| I should hire | |
| Eminem so we can kill you all | |
| Whether you live to talk shit about the | |
| RealThen kiss my ass in person how much you love the | |
| HillI' m the outcast comin' to blaze the grass | |
| Outlaw due to my life that' s come to pass | |
| Dre, pass me the glass of wine | |
| So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine | |
| For all those who fallen and answered when | |
| God was calling | |
| Jump into my ragtop and get all in | |
| I' m the bomb, planted in your car, why you frozen? | |
| Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion | |
| The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours | |
| The world is lost, the world is tossed | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| And we some homemade bombs finna blow right up in your face | |
| With a onetwo punch, | |
| BReal and | |
| Andre dropped they verses | |
| Your homeboy | |
| Daddy Fat | |
| Sax playin' cleanup so it worsens | |
| People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes it' s curtains | |
| No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking | |
| Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state | |
| Is kinda hard to execute when you ain' t feeling it that day | |
| Jumpin' the gun and rushing your flow | |
| Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public' s ears | |
| ed up can' t hear, | |
| Atlanta, Georgia where y' all at? | |
| OutKast this | |
| Dirty South to death the | |
| Dungeon Family | |
| CampGot this thang lit like stamps and ninevolt battery end caps | |
| Making that music that make your neck hurt | |
| And the beats that bother your back in my | |
| CadillacSix woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole | |
| With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap | |
| Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| And we some homemade bombs finna blow right up in your face |
| zuò qǔ : David Sheats Antwan Patton Erin Johnson Louis Freese André Benjamin | |
| Hello Lord, it' s me again | |
| I just wanna make to love the whole globe | |
| And all her girlfriends now don' t that make ya mind move | |
| Like smoke patterns, me on my way to | |
| Saturn wit a bomb | |
| Numb be it view, or | |
| Saudi Shawty | |
| I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win | |
| Now won' t that make us all fools | |
| Like class clowns praying | |
| Private Ryan comes round | |
| Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second | |
| Niggaz in the street they want it hurry | |
| When niggaz start biting that' s when 3000 starts to worry | |
| A little knowledge from the college of wizard | |
| Ray Murray | |
| Answer quick do you know what desire is? | |
| Huh? Apparently not that' s why you get what you got | |
| Now answer this do you know what fire is? | |
| YeahThe body of hot, the motivator of pots | |
| Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release | |
| Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you | |
| What the future holds in its sweaty palms | |
| Thank I' m finna vom? | |
| Ya move like ya mean it she' ll cum | |
| Prom night might excite a down right fight like | |
| White blood cells to the common cold rebel | |
| Night gets jealous of day play is no longer | |
| The feelin' gets stronger than | |
| Ammonia sticks inhale | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| And we some homemade bombs finna blow right up in your face | |
| Look at the way you look at me | |
| I see it on your face | |
| All your hate emanates but you still hesitate' | |
| Cause you want inside of my head but don' t know how | |
| To brainwash me to be a commercial clown | |
| that | |
| I see the way you were | |
| See the way you smirk | |
| I' m catching you where you work | |
| God only knows all the trouble that grows | |
| Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes | |
| Can I blast those who point the finger at me | |
| Who criticize and talk shit so freely | |
| double | |
| XL, you' re a size too small | |
| I should hire | |
| Eminem so we can kill you all | |
| Whether you live to talk shit about the | |
| RealThen kiss my ass in person how much you love the | |
| HillI' m the outcast comin' to blaze the grass | |
| Outlaw due to my life that' s come to pass | |
| Dre, pass me the glass of wine | |
| So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine | |
| For all those who fallen and answered when | |
| God was calling | |
| Jump into my ragtop and get all in | |
| I' m the bomb, planted in your car, why you frozen? | |
| Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion | |
| The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours | |
| The world is lost, the world is tossed | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| And we some homemade bombs finna blow right up in your face | |
| With a onetwo punch, | |
| BReal and | |
| Andre dropped they verses | |
| Your homeboy | |
| Daddy Fat | |
| Sax playin' cleanup so it worsens | |
| People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes it' s curtains | |
| No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking | |
| Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state | |
| Is kinda hard to execute when you ain' t feeling it that day | |
| Jumpin' the gun and rushing your flow | |
| Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public' s ears | |
| ed up can' t hear, | |
| Atlanta, Georgia where y' all at? | |
| OutKast this | |
| Dirty South to death the | |
| Dungeon Family | |
| CampGot this thang lit like stamps and ninevolt battery end caps | |
| Making that music that make your neck hurt | |
| And the beats that bother your back in my | |
| CadillacSix woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole | |
| With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap | |
| Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade | |
| We just can' t be amazed | |
| And we some homemade bombs finna blow right up in your face |
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