Song | Marinatin' |
Artist | Ras Kass |
Album | Soul On Ice |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Austin | |
Hook: | |
We could marinate, get nice and and stack riches | |
(but it's b.y.o.b.) bring your own bud, brew, and bitches | |
Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real | |
(you got's to chill) | |
Verse 1: | |
I woke up in my tommy hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door | |
But why they at my door for? | |
Oh! my peep's they got a half gallon, smilin' | |
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it down | |
But now, my day is starting off coca cola and remy martin | |
Some of the homeys from l.a. and carson want to throw a private party today | |
Threw on some gautier and my rolex link dressed to kill like bernard getts | |
My squad flex like lee haney, so its best i keeps myself on house arrest | |
Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 bauchet | |
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls waiting | |
I'm marinatin' | |
Hook | |
Dialed up some micehead to see what's crackin' tonight | |
She said she just broke up with her man | |
And since she free like mnadela, she bringina box of philly pantellas | |
Acapells, i game like lou panella made sure to tell her | |
Don't bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed | |
And then you can show me how to do the pepper seed | |
Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, loungin' | |
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes | |
Craps and celo on the patio for more chips than bingo | |
Chips like the mgm casino | |
Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it's popping | |
Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's cockblocking | |
And knocking while i"m knocking talking about she ret' to go | |
I want some of your brown sugar while i bump d'angelo | |
(fo'sho) no special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason for | |
Celebratin | |
So we mariniatin' | |
Hook (x2) | |
I get around like dolby pro logic, | |
But running them streets too much get fools hated | |
Incarcerated, or terminated | |
At the house we safely intoxicated, nonoxol-9 lubricated | |
Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing | |
Like 1st king strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the la clippers | |
The phone rang, my little shorty said "what you up to, boo?" | |
Nothing, just chillin' like bruh-man on martin do | |
See only when i'm tipsy, when my words start slurring | |
Do i get causght telling lies like mark furhaman | |
So i'll call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the | |
Xo | |
The t.u.'s is down for whatever | |
Let's run more trains than the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two | |
I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through | |
So let the front door hit you where ru paul probably might | |
And everybody asking what's up for tomorrow night | |
Hook |
zuo qu : Austin | |
Hook: | |
We could marinate, get nice and and stack riches | |
but it' s b. y. o. b. bring your own bud, brew, and bitches | |
Ain' t no set trippin', actin' ill and don' t steal, for real | |
you got' s to chill | |
Verse 1: | |
I woke up in my tommy hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door | |
But why they at my door for? | |
Oh! my peep' s they got a half gallon, smilin' | |
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it down | |
But now, my day is starting off coca cola and remy martin | |
Some of the homeys from l. a. and carson want to throw a private party today | |
Threw on some gautier and my rolex link dressed to kill like bernard getts | |
My squad flex like lee haney, so its best i keeps myself on house arrest | |
Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 bauchet | |
Locked away, plus can' t keep the boody calls waiting | |
I' m marinatin' | |
Hook | |
Dialed up some micehead to see what' s crackin' tonight | |
She said she just broke up with her man | |
And since she free like mnadela, she bringina box of philly pantellas | |
Acapells, i game like lou panella made sure to tell her | |
Don' t bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed | |
And then you can show me how to do the pepper seed | |
Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, loungin' | |
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes | |
Craps and celo on the patio for more chips than bingo | |
Chips like the mgm casino | |
Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it' s popping | |
Cause ain' t nothing worse than fifth wheels that' s cockblocking | |
And knocking while i" m knocking talking about she ret' to go | |
I want some of your brown sugar while i bump d' angelo | |
fo' sho no special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason for | |
Celebratin | |
So we mariniatin' | |
Hook x2 | |
I get around like dolby pro logic, | |
But running them streets too much get fools hated | |
Incarcerated, or terminated | |
At the house we safely intoxicated, nonoxol9 lubricated | |
Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing | |
Like 1st king strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the la clippers | |
The phone rang, my little shorty said " what you up to, boo?" | |
Nothing, just chillin' like bruhman on martin do | |
See only when i' m tipsy, when my words start slurring | |
Do i get causght telling lies like mark furhaman | |
So i' ll call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the | |
Xo | |
The t. u.' s is down for whatever | |
Let' s run more trains than the metrorail but ya' ll got to be out by two | |
I' m getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through | |
So let the front door hit you where ru paul probably might | |
And everybody asking what' s up for tomorrow night | |
Hook |
zuò qǔ : Austin | |
Hook: | |
We could marinate, get nice and and stack riches | |
but it' s b. y. o. b. bring your own bud, brew, and bitches | |
Ain' t no set trippin', actin' ill and don' t steal, for real | |
you got' s to chill | |
Verse 1: | |
I woke up in my tommy hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door | |
But why they at my door for? | |
Oh! my peep' s they got a half gallon, smilin' | |
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it down | |
But now, my day is starting off coca cola and remy martin | |
Some of the homeys from l. a. and carson want to throw a private party today | |
Threw on some gautier and my rolex link dressed to kill like bernard getts | |
My squad flex like lee haney, so its best i keeps myself on house arrest | |
Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 bauchet | |
Locked away, plus can' t keep the boody calls waiting | |
I' m marinatin' | |
Hook | |
Dialed up some micehead to see what' s crackin' tonight | |
She said she just broke up with her man | |
And since she free like mnadela, she bringina box of philly pantellas | |
Acapells, i game like lou panella made sure to tell her | |
Don' t bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed | |
And then you can show me how to do the pepper seed | |
Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, loungin' | |
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes | |
Craps and celo on the patio for more chips than bingo | |
Chips like the mgm casino | |
Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it' s popping | |
Cause ain' t nothing worse than fifth wheels that' s cockblocking | |
And knocking while i" m knocking talking about she ret' to go | |
I want some of your brown sugar while i bump d' angelo | |
fo' sho no special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason for | |
Celebratin | |
So we mariniatin' | |
Hook x2 | |
I get around like dolby pro logic, | |
But running them streets too much get fools hated | |
Incarcerated, or terminated | |
At the house we safely intoxicated, nonoxol9 lubricated | |
Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing | |
Like 1st king strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the la clippers | |
The phone rang, my little shorty said " what you up to, boo?" | |
Nothing, just chillin' like bruhman on martin do | |
See only when i' m tipsy, when my words start slurring | |
Do i get causght telling lies like mark furhaman | |
So i' ll call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the | |
Xo | |
The t. u.' s is down for whatever | |
Let' s run more trains than the metrorail but ya' ll got to be out by two | |
I' m getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through | |
So let the front door hit you where ru paul probably might | |
And everybody asking what' s up for tomorrow night | |
Hook |