The Grunge

Song The Grunge
Artist RZA
Album Birth Of A Prince

Lyrics

作词 : Diggs
(feat. Beretta 9) [Intro: Beretta 9] car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress 37 between 106th we got a possible homicide all cars, all cars, we got a situation down [RZA]
Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock,
Bob Diz-noc
Plex on the
K.B., son, you get shiz-not
Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
Don't front on this nigga,
I'mma from
New York Ci-zey!
Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my nutter weak
And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was
Angie Martinez
I don't espanol,
I play imposter
I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my casa
She was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
I'm the ace in the decks... [girl speaking spanish] [RZA]
I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a
Tec That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb', the space in the back
Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
I'm not known to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so
I don't walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so
I don't hawk a lot
Been around the world, but
I love New
York a lot
Especially up in
Bedstuy, with those crazy
Cuffies Or in
Fort Green, with those crazy
Cuffies Ya'll floss like ya'll
Jay-Z and
Puffy's You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy
Cuffie Bobby!
****in' the mics is my hobby
****in' the mics is my hobby [Outro: girl]
Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby [car smashing and glass shattering]

Pinyin

zuò cí : Diggs
feat. Beretta 9 Intro: Beretta 9 car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress 37 between 106th we got a possible homicide all cars, all cars, we got a situation down RZA
Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Ya' ll bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the blizknock,
Bob Diznoc
Plex on the
K. B., son, you get shiznot
Right in your hizead, you' ll be dized
Don' t front on this nigga,
I' mma from
New York Cizey!
Ya' ll butter pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my nutter weak
And ya' ll crabs down south, you ain' t got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was
Angie Martinez
I don' t espanol,
I play imposter
I was like " Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my casa
She was like " Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
I' m the ace in the decks... girl speaking spanish RZA
I' m the ace in the deck, still casin' a
Tec That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb', the space in the back
Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
I' m not known to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so
I don' t walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so
I don' t hawk a lot
Been around the world, but
I love New
York a lot
Especially up in
Bedstuy, with those crazy
Cuffies Or in
Fort Green, with those crazy
Cuffies Ya' ll floss like ya' ll
JayZ and
Puffy' s You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy
Cuffie Bobby!
in' the mics is my hobby
in' the mics is my hobby Outro: girl
Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby car smashing and glass shattering