| Song | Marinatin' |
| Artist | Ras Kass |
| Album | Soul On Ice (Explicit) |
| 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 |
| 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 |