| Song | Mostly Tha Voice |
| Artist | Gang Starr |
| Album | Hard To Earn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Elam, Guru, Martin | |
| Refrain:It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up | |
| It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck | |
| A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills | |
| But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] | |
| Up steps one, and he gets done | |
| Then up steps another, he gets smothered | |
| That's word to mother, or should | |
| I say moms | |
| I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm | |
| Sucka, boy, get off my shit | |
| Get off my dick so what | |
| I make butter hits | |
| You better change your behavior, battling gangstarr | |
| No religion could save ya | |
| My religion is rap, r-a-p | |
| R-e-a-l-i-t-y, g | |
| Cause when | |
| I rock street kids rejoice | |
| I got mad rhymes, still | |
| RefrainSo when you think you know the whole you don't even know the half | |
| You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff | |
| Not the type to really dance too much, although | |
| I used toRather bust a fresh line, and get loose to | |
| The blunted ill types of beats premier makes | |
| Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight | |
| RefrainSome rappers use hooks to this shit | |
| But if you took that shit out | |
| And you took all the music out | |
| What would remain? the voice no doubt | |
| Bless my soul | |
| I controlWhen in pimp mode | |
| My bank roll expands | |
| I invest in my man | |
| I plan, to keep rap real | |
| So if your shit ain't fat then kneel | |
| You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex | |
| What about oral sex, which chick's next | |
| To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother | |
| Yeah, some real funk from a real brother | |
| They get sprung and most of them don't recover | |
| But I don't diss em | |
| I just talk to em | |
| Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em | |
| So you and, the niggaz right there | |
| Be aware, like swv, | |
| I'm right here | |
| Waitin to correct your ass | |
| And if you don't follow now | |
| I'll disrespect your ass | |
| More vicious than sid, do a crime with no bid | |
| I tell a bitch that | |
| I didn't when you know that | |
| I didTake a trip to a land a-far | |
| Then come back, and people still know gangstarr | |
| See I'm the ladies choice | |
| Cause I got crazy styles, still | |
| RefrainOutro: guru, shug | |
| Oh shit shug, whattup[whassup money? ] | |
| Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio[oh yeah, you just let me get on that shitYou always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that] | |
| Word?[for real man] | |
| Yo man[don't front on that shit] | |
| I'm sayin yo, if | |
| I let you get busy, youknowhati'msayin | |
| You can't be dissapointin me[i flip shit, i'ma flip shit on this] | |
| Aight man, let's go |
| zuo ci : Elam, Guru, Martin | |
| Refrain: It' s mostly tha voice, that gets you up | |
| It' s mostly tha voice, that makes you buck | |
| A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills | |
| But if your voice ain' t dope then you need to chill... chill... | |
| Up steps one, and he gets done | |
| Then up steps another, he gets smothered | |
| That' s word to mother, or should | |
| I say moms | |
| I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm | |
| Sucka, boy, get off my shit | |
| Get off my dick so what | |
| I make butter hits | |
| You better change your behavior, battling gangstarr | |
| No religion could save ya | |
| My religion is rap, rap | |
| Reality, g | |
| Cause when | |
| I rock street kids rejoice | |
| I got mad rhymes, still | |
| RefrainSo when you think you know the whole you don' t even know the half | |
| You' re not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff | |
| Not the type to really dance too much, although | |
| I used toRather bust a fresh line, and get loose to | |
| The blunted ill types of beats premier makes | |
| Makes your girl' s rear shake, let me set it straight | |
| RefrainSome rappers use hooks to this shit | |
| But if you took that shit out | |
| And you took all the music out | |
| What would remain? the voice no doubt | |
| Bless my soul | |
| I controlWhen in pimp mode | |
| My bank roll expands | |
| I invest in my man | |
| I plan, to keep rap real | |
| So if your shit ain' t fat then kneel | |
| You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex | |
| What about oral sex, which chick' s next | |
| To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother | |
| Yeah, some real funk from a real brother | |
| They get sprung and most of them don' t recover | |
| But I don' t diss em | |
| I just talk to em | |
| Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em | |
| So you and, the niggaz right there | |
| Be aware, like swv, | |
| I' m right here | |
| Waitin to correct your ass | |
| And if you don' t follow now | |
| I' ll disrespect your ass | |
| More vicious than sid, do a crime with no bid | |
| I tell a bitch that | |
| I didn' t when you know that | |
| I didTake a trip to a land afar | |
| Then come back, and people still know gangstarr | |
| See I' m the ladies choice | |
| Cause I got crazy styles, still | |
| RefrainOutro: guru, shug | |
| Oh shit shug, whattup whassup money? | |
| Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio oh yeah, you just let me get on that shitYou always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that | |
| Word? for real man | |
| Yo man don' t front on that shit | |
| I' m sayin yo, if | |
| I let you get busy, youknowhati' msayin | |
| You can' t be dissapointin me i flip shit, i' ma flip shit on this | |
| Aight man, let' s go |
| zuò cí : Elam, Guru, Martin | |
| Refrain: It' s mostly tha voice, that gets you up | |
| It' s mostly tha voice, that makes you buck | |
| A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills | |
| But if your voice ain' t dope then you need to chill... chill... | |
| Up steps one, and he gets done | |
| Then up steps another, he gets smothered | |
| That' s word to mother, or should | |
| I say moms | |
| I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm | |
| Sucka, boy, get off my shit | |
| Get off my dick so what | |
| I make butter hits | |
| You better change your behavior, battling gangstarr | |
| No religion could save ya | |
| My religion is rap, rap | |
| Reality, g | |
| Cause when | |
| I rock street kids rejoice | |
| I got mad rhymes, still | |
| RefrainSo when you think you know the whole you don' t even know the half | |
| You' re not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff | |
| Not the type to really dance too much, although | |
| I used toRather bust a fresh line, and get loose to | |
| The blunted ill types of beats premier makes | |
| Makes your girl' s rear shake, let me set it straight | |
| RefrainSome rappers use hooks to this shit | |
| But if you took that shit out | |
| And you took all the music out | |
| What would remain? the voice no doubt | |
| Bless my soul | |
| I controlWhen in pimp mode | |
| My bank roll expands | |
| I invest in my man | |
| I plan, to keep rap real | |
| So if your shit ain' t fat then kneel | |
| You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex | |
| What about oral sex, which chick' s next | |
| To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother | |
| Yeah, some real funk from a real brother | |
| They get sprung and most of them don' t recover | |
| But I don' t diss em | |
| I just talk to em | |
| Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em | |
| So you and, the niggaz right there | |
| Be aware, like swv, | |
| I' m right here | |
| Waitin to correct your ass | |
| And if you don' t follow now | |
| I' ll disrespect your ass | |
| More vicious than sid, do a crime with no bid | |
| I tell a bitch that | |
| I didn' t when you know that | |
| I didTake a trip to a land afar | |
| Then come back, and people still know gangstarr | |
| See I' m the ladies choice | |
| Cause I got crazy styles, still | |
| RefrainOutro: guru, shug | |
| Oh shit shug, whattup whassup money? | |
| Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio oh yeah, you just let me get on that shitYou always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that | |
| Word? for real man | |
| Yo man don' t front on that shit | |
| I' m sayin yo, if | |
| I let you get busy, youknowhati' msayin | |
| You can' t be dissapointin me i flip shit, i' ma flip shit on this | |
| Aight man, let' s go |