| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Walt Dewgarde/Jack McNair/B. Powell/D. Yates |
| [00:02.67][Verse 1: Top Dog] | |
| [00:19.92] | I figured that my mental is kinda into the life of crimes |
| [00:23.13] | So you find, that you will get hit one time |
| [00:25.56] | With the shotty, cause we know that anybody is a body |
| [00:28.56] | So **** around when Top D-O-G's in the zone |
| [00:30.81] | You be slippin' into darkness with the chrome to ya dome |
| [00:33.24] | Soldier boy, don't be takin' Boot Camp for no toy |
| [00:35.94] | Be the first one in the hole when po-po starts to roll |
| [00:38.43] | On ya posse, cause we know ya posse's punani |
| [00:41.07] | And forever dreaming, time for y'all to stop schemin' |
| [00:43.71] | Cuz if tomorrow never comes, y'all be the only ones leaving |
| [00:46.26] | In a pine box, cause I'mma straight shots |
| [00:48.75] | And I won't stop, til all them body drop |
| [00:50.91][Verse 2: Louieville Sluggah] | |
| [00:51.45] | To shots to him brain, punk tryna maintain in pain |
| [00:54.15] | But it's insane how you was raised in this game |
| [00:56.97] | Streets is hectic, you should of been on ya best bitch |
| [01:00.00] | I don't feel sorry that we had to wet shit |
| [01:01.95] | But sound of a tre, pound is fired |
| [01:04.50] | It must be tension, niggas wanna elevate |
| [01:06.72] | But not when nigga listens, he's on his own |
| [01:08.88] | Trapped in a zone, thinkin' it's fun |
| [01:10.86] | Forever stuck, project people runnin' to the Gunn |
| [01:13.20] | To see the one, who ass has just got done |
| [01:15.69] | Now tell a story, who fought back |
| [01:17.67] | But then clapped a dead homey, end of story |
| [01:20.22] | Feel and oldy took ya forty, Sluggah |
| [01:22.32] | From the Ville is gettin' naughty and real blessed |
| [01:24.54] | Many men get mingled, many get mashed |
| [01:26.79] | But how many times must we get up in that ass |
| [01:29.13][Verse 3: Starang Wondah] | |
| [01:29.70] | Ruthless, who's this, coming through ya speakers |
| [01:31.71] | Everything is wreck, I'm on the set like boricua's |
| [01:34.17] | Original, criminals, style subliminal |
| [01:36.66] | Gettin' rid of you, fake emcee's, I put that ass in critical condition |
| [01:39.90] | For niggas that be hopin' and wishing |
| [01:41.79] | Strang' ain't comin' up ya block with Glock ammunition |
| [01:44.40] | Like lord have mercy, Starang don't hurt me |
| [01:46.98] | Heltah Skeltah melt ya ass like Hershey's |
| [01:49.83] | My Mac clips make niggas do back flips |
| [01:52.11] | Them tactics need practice, make you act as if this shit |
| [01:55.62] | That I be kicking ain't for real, pack more steel |
| [01:58.32] | Then four wheels at the Dog Hill |
| [02:00.66] | Commercial rap get the gun clap |
| [02:13.20][Skit] | |
| [02:13.62][Verse 4: Starang Wondah] | |
| [02:17.67] | Saying we ain't dope, when I saw ya punk ass scoping |
| [02:28.47] | You was on my dick until Buckshot 'got ya opin' |
| [02:31.02] | Too hot to handle, no I can't stand y'all |
| [02:33.57] | Punk ass niggas get blown out like Orlando |
| [02:36.15] | (Crept and crawled, but still got swept in four) |
| [02:38.76] | It's a shame, Mr. Starang, hang ya like a picture frame |
| [02:41.37] | Booyakah, **** who you are, didn't get ya name |
| [02:43.95] | Niggas couldn't hang if Lisa Fischer eased the pain |
| [02:46.38] | And brains blow, so I say **** this |
| [02:48.36] | Let my nigga Rock bring the Ruck-us |
| [02:50.28] | Niggas talk shit, then they leaving here on crutches |
| [02:52.89][Verse 5: Louieville Sluggah] | |
| [02:53.70] | I, cock, back, relax and swing |
| [02:55.26] | Ringin' ears, is what the Sluggah from the Ville bring |
| [02:58.11] | Upon them weak crews, them can't do me nothing |
| [03:00.75] | Dare cross this path, gassed up and making something |
| [03:03.33] | Huffin', bluffin', punk in my path |
| [03:05.85] | Voice raise glass, and I don't think that you can ask routes |
| [03:08.52] | Stand me, I bambi, ass of a wack cat, with my back half black |
| [03:12.54] | So whose a dandy, he, L-O-U-I-E Ville Sluggah |
| [03:16.02] | Coming for ya, so mutha****as run for cover |
| [03:17.97][Verse 6: Top Dog] | |
| [03:18.48] | This is another, warrior sound that goes around |
| [03:21.12] | And go' around, like them punks from underground |
| [03:23.61] | Catchin' beatdowns, they not hard to the core |
| [03:26.28] | They don't really want no war, when them rays hit the floor |
| [03:28.83] | Now this is for me, this is what I gotta do |
| [03:31.50] | To let them niggas know, that ain't no fear in this man here |
| [03:34.47] | But of course we know anybody die |
| [03:36.51] | But be sure to rely, OGC will multiply and do or die |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Walt Dewgarde Jack McNair B. Powell D. Yates |
| [00:02.67][Verse 1: Top Dog] | |
| [00:19.92] | I figured that my mental is kinda into the life of crimes |
| [00:23.13] | So you find, that you will get hit one time |
| [00:25.56] | With the shotty, cause we know that anybody is a body |
| [00:28.56] | So around when Top DOG' s in the zone |
| [00:30.81] | You be slippin' into darkness with the chrome to ya dome |
| [00:33.24] | Soldier boy, don' t be takin' Boot Camp for no toy |
| [00:35.94] | Be the first one in the hole when popo starts to roll |
| [00:38.43] | On ya posse, cause we know ya posse' s punani |
| [00:41.07] | And forever dreaming, time for y' all to stop schemin' |
| [00:43.71] | Cuz if tomorrow never comes, y' all be the only ones leaving |
| [00:46.26] | In a pine box, cause I' mma straight shots |
| [00:48.75] | And I won' t stop, til all them body drop |
| [00:50.91][Verse 2: Louieville Sluggah] | |
| [00:51.45] | To shots to him brain, punk tryna maintain in pain |
| [00:54.15] | But it' s insane how you was raised in this game |
| [00:56.97] | Streets is hectic, you should of been on ya best bitch |
| [01:00.00] | I don' t feel sorry that we had to wet shit |
| [01:01.95] | But sound of a tre, pound is fired |
| [01:04.50] | It must be tension, niggas wanna elevate |
| [01:06.72] | But not when nigga listens, he' s on his own |
| [01:08.88] | Trapped in a zone, thinkin' it' s fun |
| [01:10.86] | Forever stuck, project people runnin' to the Gunn |
| [01:13.20] | To see the one, who ass has just got done |
| [01:15.69] | Now tell a story, who fought back |
| [01:17.67] | But then clapped a dead homey, end of story |
| [01:20.22] | Feel and oldy took ya forty, Sluggah |
| [01:22.32] | From the Ville is gettin' naughty and real blessed |
| [01:24.54] | Many men get mingled, many get mashed |
| [01:26.79] | But how many times must we get up in that ass |
| [01:29.13][Verse 3: Starang Wondah] | |
| [01:29.70] | Ruthless, who' s this, coming through ya speakers |
| [01:31.71] | Everything is wreck, I' m on the set like boricua' s |
| [01:34.17] | Original, criminals, style subliminal |
| [01:36.66] | Gettin' rid of you, fake emcee' s, I put that ass in critical condition |
| [01:39.90] | For niggas that be hopin' and wishing |
| [01:41.79] | Strang' ain' t comin' up ya block with Glock ammunition |
| [01:44.40] | Like lord have mercy, Starang don' t hurt me |
| [01:46.98] | Heltah Skeltah melt ya ass like Hershey' s |
| [01:49.83] | My Mac clips make niggas do back flips |
| [01:52.11] | Them tactics need practice, make you act as if this shit |
| [01:55.62] | That I be kicking ain' t for real, pack more steel |
| [01:58.32] | Then four wheels at the Dog Hill |
| [02:00.66] | Commercial rap get the gun clap |
| [02:13.20][Skit] | |
| [02:13.62][Verse 4: Starang Wondah] | |
| [02:17.67] | Saying we ain' t dope, when I saw ya punk ass scoping |
| [02:28.47] | You was on my dick until Buckshot ' got ya opin' |
| [02:31.02] | Too hot to handle, no I can' t stand y' all |
| [02:33.57] | Punk ass niggas get blown out like Orlando |
| [02:36.15] | Crept and crawled, but still got swept in four |
| [02:38.76] | It' s a shame, Mr. Starang, hang ya like a picture frame |
| [02:41.37] | Booyakah, who you are, didn' t get ya name |
| [02:43.95] | Niggas couldn' t hang if Lisa Fischer eased the pain |
| [02:46.38] | And brains blow, so I say this |
| [02:48.36] | Let my nigga Rock bring the Ruckus |
| [02:50.28] | Niggas talk shit, then they leaving here on crutches |
| [02:52.89][Verse 5: Louieville Sluggah] | |
| [02:53.70] | I, cock, back, relax and swing |
| [02:55.26] | Ringin' ears, is what the Sluggah from the Ville bring |
| [02:58.11] | Upon them weak crews, them can' t do me nothing |
| [03:00.75] | Dare cross this path, gassed up and making something |
| [03:03.33] | Huffin', bluffin', punk in my path |
| [03:05.85] | Voice raise glass, and I don' t think that you can ask routes |
| [03:08.52] | Stand me, I bambi, ass of a wack cat, with my back half black |
| [03:12.54] | So whose a dandy, he, LOUIE Ville Sluggah |
| [03:16.02] | Coming for ya, so mutha as run for cover |
| [03:17.97][Verse 6: Top Dog] | |
| [03:18.48] | This is another, warrior sound that goes around |
| [03:21.12] | And go' around, like them punks from underground |
| [03:23.61] | Catchin' beatdowns, they not hard to the core |
| [03:26.28] | They don' t really want no war, when them rays hit the floor |
| [03:28.83] | Now this is for me, this is what I gotta do |
| [03:31.50] | To let them niggas know, that ain' t no fear in this man here |
| [03:34.47] | But of course we know anybody die |
| [03:36.51] | But be sure to rely, OGC will multiply and do or die |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Walt Dewgarde Jack McNair B. Powell D. Yates |
| [00:02.67][Verse 1: Top Dog] | |
| [00:19.92] | I figured that my mental is kinda into the life of crimes |
| [00:23.13] | So you find, that you will get hit one time |
| [00:25.56] | With the shotty, cause we know that anybody is a body |
| [00:28.56] | So around when Top DOG' s in the zone |
| [00:30.81] | You be slippin' into darkness with the chrome to ya dome |
| [00:33.24] | Soldier boy, don' t be takin' Boot Camp for no toy |
| [00:35.94] | Be the first one in the hole when popo starts to roll |
| [00:38.43] | On ya posse, cause we know ya posse' s punani |
| [00:41.07] | And forever dreaming, time for y' all to stop schemin' |
| [00:43.71] | Cuz if tomorrow never comes, y' all be the only ones leaving |
| [00:46.26] | In a pine box, cause I' mma straight shots |
| [00:48.75] | And I won' t stop, til all them body drop |
| [00:50.91][Verse 2: Louieville Sluggah] | |
| [00:51.45] | To shots to him brain, punk tryna maintain in pain |
| [00:54.15] | But it' s insane how you was raised in this game |
| [00:56.97] | Streets is hectic, you should of been on ya best bitch |
| [01:00.00] | I don' t feel sorry that we had to wet shit |
| [01:01.95] | But sound of a tre, pound is fired |
| [01:04.50] | It must be tension, niggas wanna elevate |
| [01:06.72] | But not when nigga listens, he' s on his own |
| [01:08.88] | Trapped in a zone, thinkin' it' s fun |
| [01:10.86] | Forever stuck, project people runnin' to the Gunn |
| [01:13.20] | To see the one, who ass has just got done |
| [01:15.69] | Now tell a story, who fought back |
| [01:17.67] | But then clapped a dead homey, end of story |
| [01:20.22] | Feel and oldy took ya forty, Sluggah |
| [01:22.32] | From the Ville is gettin' naughty and real blessed |
| [01:24.54] | Many men get mingled, many get mashed |
| [01:26.79] | But how many times must we get up in that ass |
| [01:29.13][Verse 3: Starang Wondah] | |
| [01:29.70] | Ruthless, who' s this, coming through ya speakers |
| [01:31.71] | Everything is wreck, I' m on the set like boricua' s |
| [01:34.17] | Original, criminals, style subliminal |
| [01:36.66] | Gettin' rid of you, fake emcee' s, I put that ass in critical condition |
| [01:39.90] | For niggas that be hopin' and wishing |
| [01:41.79] | Strang' ain' t comin' up ya block with Glock ammunition |
| [01:44.40] | Like lord have mercy, Starang don' t hurt me |
| [01:46.98] | Heltah Skeltah melt ya ass like Hershey' s |
| [01:49.83] | My Mac clips make niggas do back flips |
| [01:52.11] | Them tactics need practice, make you act as if this shit |
| [01:55.62] | That I be kicking ain' t for real, pack more steel |
| [01:58.32] | Then four wheels at the Dog Hill |
| [02:00.66] | Commercial rap get the gun clap |
| [02:13.20][Skit] | |
| [02:13.62][Verse 4: Starang Wondah] | |
| [02:17.67] | Saying we ain' t dope, when I saw ya punk ass scoping |
| [02:28.47] | You was on my dick until Buckshot ' got ya opin' |
| [02:31.02] | Too hot to handle, no I can' t stand y' all |
| [02:33.57] | Punk ass niggas get blown out like Orlando |
| [02:36.15] | Crept and crawled, but still got swept in four |
| [02:38.76] | It' s a shame, Mr. Starang, hang ya like a picture frame |
| [02:41.37] | Booyakah, who you are, didn' t get ya name |
| [02:43.95] | Niggas couldn' t hang if Lisa Fischer eased the pain |
| [02:46.38] | And brains blow, so I say this |
| [02:48.36] | Let my nigga Rock bring the Ruckus |
| [02:50.28] | Niggas talk shit, then they leaving here on crutches |
| [02:52.89][Verse 5: Louieville Sluggah] | |
| [02:53.70] | I, cock, back, relax and swing |
| [02:55.26] | Ringin' ears, is what the Sluggah from the Ville bring |
| [02:58.11] | Upon them weak crews, them can' t do me nothing |
| [03:00.75] | Dare cross this path, gassed up and making something |
| [03:03.33] | Huffin', bluffin', punk in my path |
| [03:05.85] | Voice raise glass, and I don' t think that you can ask routes |
| [03:08.52] | Stand me, I bambi, ass of a wack cat, with my back half black |
| [03:12.54] | So whose a dandy, he, LOUIE Ville Sluggah |
| [03:16.02] | Coming for ya, so mutha as run for cover |
| [03:17.97][Verse 6: Top Dog] | |
| [03:18.48] | This is another, warrior sound that goes around |
| [03:21.12] | And go' around, like them punks from underground |
| [03:23.61] | Catchin' beatdowns, they not hard to the core |
| [03:26.28] | They don' t really want no war, when them rays hit the floor |
| [03:28.83] | Now this is for me, this is what I gotta do |
| [03:31.50] | To let them niggas know, that ain' t no fear in this man here |
| [03:34.47] | But of course we know anybody die |
| [03:36.51] | But be sure to rely, OGC will multiply and do or die |
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