Song | Raisin' the Stakes |
Artist | Groove Armada |
Album | Goodbye Country (Hello Nightclub) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cato, Findlay, Kriminul, White | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
We started from hooligans with brothers that shoot at jobs | |
Take it back around the way trying to build a future form | |
Our peoples are still lost get through no matter 'cause | |
We run it out of town but you still wanna floss | |
Not because you getting money, don't mean you better off | |
Can't join that late nights, now take that Gucci sweater off | |
Too heavy for rap, have to take a slight measure off | |
Spin that George broth back, you in that white colored cloth | |
Like Oliver North, my fate detected | |
My feelings is forced, bullets get ejected | |
Mothers scream into ours, I've been through the force | |
Sauteed rappers with sauce and mix them up with tofu | |
And no beef of course when I say give me some room | |
And I mean a loft big bitching too fast scenery from the boys | |
Greenery live with the torch, a bad piece hitting New York | |
You can't listen if you know that you're soft, jump on the stage | |
Chain rattling, the lance is street haggling | |
Underground scriptures thrown at you like a javeling | |
Tone of my voice unraveling, they fall in about | |
As quick as you know time is traveling | |
Can't you imagine that you see me every day on the streets | |
From crown heights to castle in the comfort castle back into my own speech | |
Mozambique, the time in Cologne that flavors have flown | |
Earn a few shillings then I'm heading back home setting the tone | |
And raising the stakes, and rhyming the breaks | |
High school flows giving rappers the shakes | |
On the corner posted up, henesy styrofoam cups | |
Man we still living it's surprising like what | |
Bring on the skeptics, let them know ten years fully vested | |
Been down like Amadeus blend the eclectic | |
Respected like the full pound | |
It's like Horatio girl you gotta love the way it's going down | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming 'em breaks, hey |
zuo ci : Cato, Findlay, Kriminul, White | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
We started from hooligans with brothers that shoot at jobs | |
Take it back around the way trying to build a future form | |
Our peoples are still lost get through no matter ' cause | |
We run it out of town but you still wanna floss | |
Not because you getting money, don' t mean you better off | |
Can' t join that late nights, now take that Gucci sweater off | |
Too heavy for rap, have to take a slight measure off | |
Spin that George broth back, you in that white colored cloth | |
Like Oliver North, my fate detected | |
My feelings is forced, bullets get ejected | |
Mothers scream into ours, I' ve been through the force | |
Sauteed rappers with sauce and mix them up with tofu | |
And no beef of course when I say give me some room | |
And I mean a loft big bitching too fast scenery from the boys | |
Greenery live with the torch, a bad piece hitting New York | |
You can' t listen if you know that you' re soft, jump on the stage | |
Chain rattling, the lance is street haggling | |
Underground scriptures thrown at you like a javeling | |
Tone of my voice unraveling, they fall in about | |
As quick as you know time is traveling | |
Can' t you imagine that you see me every day on the streets | |
From crown heights to castle in the comfort castle back into my own speech | |
Mozambique, the time in Cologne that flavors have flown | |
Earn a few shillings then I' m heading back home setting the tone | |
And raising the stakes, and rhyming the breaks | |
High school flows giving rappers the shakes | |
On the corner posted up, henesy styrofoam cups | |
Man we still living it' s surprising like what | |
Bring on the skeptics, let them know ten years fully vested | |
Been down like Amadeus blend the eclectic | |
Respected like the full pound | |
It' s like Horatio girl you gotta love the way it' s going down | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey |
zuò cí : Cato, Findlay, Kriminul, White | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
We started from hooligans with brothers that shoot at jobs | |
Take it back around the way trying to build a future form | |
Our peoples are still lost get through no matter ' cause | |
We run it out of town but you still wanna floss | |
Not because you getting money, don' t mean you better off | |
Can' t join that late nights, now take that Gucci sweater off | |
Too heavy for rap, have to take a slight measure off | |
Spin that George broth back, you in that white colored cloth | |
Like Oliver North, my fate detected | |
My feelings is forced, bullets get ejected | |
Mothers scream into ours, I' ve been through the force | |
Sauteed rappers with sauce and mix them up with tofu | |
And no beef of course when I say give me some room | |
And I mean a loft big bitching too fast scenery from the boys | |
Greenery live with the torch, a bad piece hitting New York | |
You can' t listen if you know that you' re soft, jump on the stage | |
Chain rattling, the lance is street haggling | |
Underground scriptures thrown at you like a javeling | |
Tone of my voice unraveling, they fall in about | |
As quick as you know time is traveling | |
Can' t you imagine that you see me every day on the streets | |
From crown heights to castle in the comfort castle back into my own speech | |
Mozambique, the time in Cologne that flavors have flown | |
Earn a few shillings then I' m heading back home setting the tone | |
And raising the stakes, and rhyming the breaks | |
High school flows giving rappers the shakes | |
On the corner posted up, henesy styrofoam cups | |
Man we still living it' s surprising like what | |
Bring on the skeptics, let them know ten years fully vested | |
Been down like Amadeus blend the eclectic | |
Respected like the full pound | |
It' s like Horatio girl you gotta love the way it' s going down | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey | |
Raising the stakes and rhyming ' em breaks, hey |