| 作词 : Franklin, Gerald, Johnson ... | |
| This is WK | |
| YA Radio, you motherfuckers | |
| We got our next caller on the air, bitch, you on the line | |
| Yo, this is | |
| Big Tracy and | |
| I don't give a fuck, nigga | |
| Give me some of that shit straight out of | |
| The Brick | |
| City(Brick City) | |
| For my nigga, | |
| GutsWe was thinkin' about you on this one, | |
| GutsHold your head up, baby | |
| We got you on this one | |
| For everybody from the block | |
| Everybody from the crews | |
| You know who you are, no newcomers(Let 'em know, son, let 'em know, son) | |
| This is how we do it, baby, open up on 'em, go ahead(Let 'em know) | |
| Yo, when I | |
| DIP, I’m V | |
| IPI'm Doctor, | |
| I rush niggas to emergency | |
| Open heart, filled with darts, 99 | |
| AgentsKnow they | |
| Get Smart when | |
| I throw it in park | |
| Pop the trunk, sellin' | |
| CD's $15's for chumps' | |
| Cause I'm like | |
| Noah's Ark from the slums | |
| Holla' at cha frog, | |
| I'm getting them | |
| BudLike them frogs on the log, | |
| I'm balls to the wall | |
| When I do anything, nothing's hard | |
| I make it easy and talk greasy to broads | |
| Gilla, say my name 5 times in the mirror | |
| I'm jumpin' out, whoa | |
| You can hear the | |
| Sounds of the motherfuckin' men | |
| Tryin' to get your chain, tryin' to get your chain | |
| Flush this down the drain | |
| I'm the new raw on the streets | |
| You can get 10 years per each song | |
| Catch a contact, what | |
| I write from the arm | |
| Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom | |
| I was supposed to quit | |
| Be an influence | |
| But, the weed is like | |
| NikeI just do it | |
| I'm ET zooted, way out there | |
| You got weed? | |
| Then roll with the | |
| Sonny and | |
| CherSuffering succotash, | |
| I leave you suckers sufferin' | |
| Huffin', puffin', at last | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gunshots | |
| Where they hate cops, on every block there's a weed spot | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun jam | |
| If you don't run family with a suntan | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun spit | |
| Niggas jump ship when we spit, 'cause we run shit | |
| Play pussy wit' us and get fucked quick | |
| Who got the duchess? | |
| Yo, I keep the ghetto in me, | |
| I love the sweet taste of revenge | |
| I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed | |
| Now I know who the enemy and who the friend | |
| But still, with my eyes closed they both blend | |
| I'm not a follower, | |
| I start the trend | |
| Y'all can follow that dummy, | |
| I'mma follow this money | |
| Now I'm at the age, where | |
| I need to get paid | |
| If a nickel bag gets sold in the park, hey | |
| Did I stutter? | |
| I got the guns and butter | |
| My craftwork be movin' the numbers | |
| I keep a Roscoe like | |
| Kurupt brother | |
| Hang out my window, blaow, what up, fucker? | |
| Violence sells, but | |
| I ain't a violent male | |
| But if you violate, | |
| I'll play the violin well | |
| From Bricks to | |
| Park HillDon't be like | |
| Zoolander waitin' for that | |
| Blue Steel | |
| To be shown on your grill | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gunshots | |
| Where they hate cops, on every block there's a weed spot | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun jam | |
| If you don't run family with a suntan | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun spit, | |
| Niggas jump ship when we spit, 'cause we run shit | |
| Play pussy wit' us and get fucked quick | |
| Who got the duchess? | |
| Yo, right here, yeah | |
| The Gilla | |
| House niggas in the motherfuckin buildin’, mayne | |
| Goddamn, nigga, big nuts uptown, 512 what it is mayne? | |
| WKYA, Gilla | |
| House radio |
| zuo ci : Franklin, Gerald, Johnson ... | |
| This is WK | |
| YA Radio, you motherfuckers | |
| We got our next caller on the air, bitch, you on the line | |
| Yo, this is | |
| Big Tracy and | |
| I don' t give a fuck, nigga | |
| Give me some of that shit straight out of | |
| The Brick | |
| City Brick City | |
| For my nigga, | |
| GutsWe was thinkin' about you on this one, | |
| GutsHold your head up, baby | |
| We got you on this one | |
| For everybody from the block | |
| Everybody from the crews | |
| You know who you are, no newcomers Let ' em know, son, let ' em know, son | |
| This is how we do it, baby, open up on ' em, go ahead Let ' em know | |
| Yo, when I | |
| DIP, I' m V | |
| IPI' m Doctor, | |
| I rush niggas to emergency | |
| Open heart, filled with darts, 99 | |
| AgentsKnow they | |
| Get Smart when | |
| I throw it in park | |
| Pop the trunk, sellin' | |
| CD' s 15' s for chumps' | |
| Cause I' m like | |
| Noah' s Ark from the slums | |
| Holla' at cha frog, | |
| I' m getting them | |
| BudLike them frogs on the log, | |
| I' m balls to the wall | |
| When I do anything, nothing' s hard | |
| I make it easy and talk greasy to broads | |
| Gilla, say my name 5 times in the mirror | |
| I' m jumpin' out, whoa | |
| You can hear the | |
| Sounds of the motherfuckin' men | |
| Tryin' to get your chain, tryin' to get your chain | |
| Flush this down the drain | |
| I' m the new raw on the streets | |
| You can get 10 years per each song | |
| Catch a contact, what | |
| I write from the arm | |
| Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom | |
| I was supposed to quit | |
| Be an influence | |
| But, the weed is like | |
| NikeI just do it | |
| I' m ET zooted, way out there | |
| You got weed? | |
| Then roll with the | |
| Sonny and | |
| CherSuffering succotash, | |
| I leave you suckers sufferin' | |
| Huffin', puffin', at last | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gunshots | |
| Where they hate cops, on every block there' s a weed spot | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun jam | |
| If you don' t run family with a suntan | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun spit | |
| Niggas jump ship when we spit, ' cause we run shit | |
| Play pussy wit' us and get fucked quick | |
| Who got the duchess? | |
| Yo, I keep the ghetto in me, | |
| I love the sweet taste of revenge | |
| I' m focused, my soul' s been cleansed | |
| Now I know who the enemy and who the friend | |
| But still, with my eyes closed they both blend | |
| I' m not a follower, | |
| I start the trend | |
| Y' all can follow that dummy, | |
| I' mma follow this money | |
| Now I' m at the age, where | |
| I need to get paid | |
| If a nickel bag gets sold in the park, hey | |
| Did I stutter? | |
| I got the guns and butter | |
| My craftwork be movin' the numbers | |
| I keep a Roscoe like | |
| Kurupt brother | |
| Hang out my window, blaow, what up, fucker? | |
| Violence sells, but | |
| I ain' t a violent male | |
| But if you violate, | |
| I' ll play the violin well | |
| From Bricks to | |
| Park HillDon' t be like | |
| Zoolander waitin' for that | |
| Blue Steel | |
| To be shown on your grill | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gunshots | |
| Where they hate cops, on every block there' s a weed spot | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun jam | |
| If you don' t run family with a suntan | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun spit, | |
| Niggas jump ship when we spit, ' cause we run shit | |
| Play pussy wit' us and get fucked quick | |
| Who got the duchess? | |
| Yo, right here, yeah | |
| The Gilla | |
| House niggas in the motherfuckin buildin', mayne | |
| Goddamn, nigga, big nuts uptown, 512 what it is mayne? | |
| WKYA, Gilla | |
| House radio |
| zuò cí : Franklin, Gerald, Johnson ... | |
| This is WK | |
| YA Radio, you motherfuckers | |
| We got our next caller on the air, bitch, you on the line | |
| Yo, this is | |
| Big Tracy and | |
| I don' t give a fuck, nigga | |
| Give me some of that shit straight out of | |
| The Brick | |
| City Brick City | |
| For my nigga, | |
| GutsWe was thinkin' about you on this one, | |
| GutsHold your head up, baby | |
| We got you on this one | |
| For everybody from the block | |
| Everybody from the crews | |
| You know who you are, no newcomers Let ' em know, son, let ' em know, son | |
| This is how we do it, baby, open up on ' em, go ahead Let ' em know | |
| Yo, when I | |
| DIP, I' m V | |
| IPI' m Doctor, | |
| I rush niggas to emergency | |
| Open heart, filled with darts, 99 | |
| AgentsKnow they | |
| Get Smart when | |
| I throw it in park | |
| Pop the trunk, sellin' | |
| CD' s 15' s for chumps' | |
| Cause I' m like | |
| Noah' s Ark from the slums | |
| Holla' at cha frog, | |
| I' m getting them | |
| BudLike them frogs on the log, | |
| I' m balls to the wall | |
| When I do anything, nothing' s hard | |
| I make it easy and talk greasy to broads | |
| Gilla, say my name 5 times in the mirror | |
| I' m jumpin' out, whoa | |
| You can hear the | |
| Sounds of the motherfuckin' men | |
| Tryin' to get your chain, tryin' to get your chain | |
| Flush this down the drain | |
| I' m the new raw on the streets | |
| You can get 10 years per each song | |
| Catch a contact, what | |
| I write from the arm | |
| Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom | |
| I was supposed to quit | |
| Be an influence | |
| But, the weed is like | |
| NikeI just do it | |
| I' m ET zooted, way out there | |
| You got weed? | |
| Then roll with the | |
| Sonny and | |
| CherSuffering succotash, | |
| I leave you suckers sufferin' | |
| Huffin', puffin', at last | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gunshots | |
| Where they hate cops, on every block there' s a weed spot | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun jam | |
| If you don' t run family with a suntan | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun spit | |
| Niggas jump ship when we spit, ' cause we run shit | |
| Play pussy wit' us and get fucked quick | |
| Who got the duchess? | |
| Yo, I keep the ghetto in me, | |
| I love the sweet taste of revenge | |
| I' m focused, my soul' s been cleansed | |
| Now I know who the enemy and who the friend | |
| But still, with my eyes closed they both blend | |
| I' m not a follower, | |
| I start the trend | |
| Y' all can follow that dummy, | |
| I' mma follow this money | |
| Now I' m at the age, where | |
| I need to get paid | |
| If a nickel bag gets sold in the park, hey | |
| Did I stutter? | |
| I got the guns and butter | |
| My craftwork be movin' the numbers | |
| I keep a Roscoe like | |
| Kurupt brother | |
| Hang out my window, blaow, what up, fucker? | |
| Violence sells, but | |
| I ain' t a violent male | |
| But if you violate, | |
| I' ll play the violin well | |
| From Bricks to | |
| Park HillDon' t be like | |
| Zoolander waitin' for that | |
| Blue Steel | |
| To be shown on your grill | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gunshots | |
| Where they hate cops, on every block there' s a weed spot | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun jam | |
| If you don' t run family with a suntan | |
| This is Brick | |
| City, hear the gun spit, | |
| Niggas jump ship when we spit, ' cause we run shit | |
| Play pussy wit' us and get fucked quick | |
| Who got the duchess? | |
| Yo, right here, yeah | |
| The Gilla | |
| House niggas in the motherfuckin buildin', mayne | |
| Goddamn, nigga, big nuts uptown, 512 what it is mayne? | |
| WKYA, Gilla | |
| House radio |
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