| 作曲 : Kam | |
| Uhh.. uhh, uhh | |
| Kam.. with the wild horses | |
| Hey y'all let's jump on this | |
| Open the gate; let me show you how to ride, c'mon | |
| [Chorus: Kam] | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up (HYAH!) | |
| [Kam] | |
| Gold, platinum, diamonds, pearls | |
| Wealth, children, power, girls | |
| Niggaz be in love with the life of this world | |
| So against falsehood, truth is hurled | |
| To knock out your brains | |
| Your material game don't mean a damn thang it's all vain | |
| (Got money and fame) but we ordained | |
| Struggle and pain, closer to you than your jugular vein | |
| (But I'm bubblin mayn) | |
| Yeah but that's how most niggaz shorten they stay (how?) | |
| They sportin they playin | |
| Turn away from the message like they don't give a shit | |
| But my job is just to deliver it | |
| A nigga with a mission, so peep me listen | |
| For lost found sheep cheap deep sea fishin | |
| From the West to the East, North to the South (what?) | |
| I reel 'em in with my hook in they mouth, singin | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Kam] | |
| No matter how deep in debt or how high you paid | |
| You enter my net you get Y2K'd | |
| Oh you quite a celeb' right? | |
| Well stick your neck out, and come check out my spider website | |
| And we can get online | |
| If you want it we got it if not it ain't shit on mine | |
| I just surf on a Earthlink - sail on my e-mail | |
| Pull down a satellite - clown me a atomite | |
| I get at 'em like - give me a hug | |
| And then infect they ass with this millenium bug | |
| So they computers crash - looters mash | |
| Shooters blast - so we can move this cash | |
| So do the math in the riddle, and keep in touch | |
| Or you'll be laughin a little, and weepin much | |
| So on three say cheeeeese | |
| If you rich nigga take a picture | |
| Cause you ain't takin none of that witcha when you | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Kam] | |
| You can lead a horse to water, but can't make 'em drink | |
| But of course you oughta - but y'all don't think shit stink | |
| So you get spanked, the rider gotta yank your bridle | |
| And take your bank, rank and title | |
| A severe requital for a crooked system | |
| Clear recital from the book of wisdom | |
| That I stop to read, droppin seeds | |
| Choppin weeds as I pop my steez | |
| And if they don't wanna budge we force fools | |
| But don't judge me 'til you walked in my horseshoes | |
| It's good news and a warnin | |
| So nigga take two of these, and call me in the mornin | |
| Here's some for your poison and rusty locks | |
| And y'all decoys in there amongst the flocks | |
| Tryin to plot on a clear shot | |
| So I look in my poison book, work cheerfully and fear not | |
| [Chorus x5] [fades out on last repeat] |
| zuo qu : Kam | |
| Uhh.. uhh, uhh | |
| Kam.. with the wild horses | |
| Hey y' all let' s jump on this | |
| Open the gate let me show you how to ride, c' mon | |
| Chorus: Kam | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Kam | |
| Gold, platinum, diamonds, pearls | |
| Wealth, children, power, girls | |
| Niggaz be in love with the life of this world | |
| So against falsehood, truth is hurled | |
| To knock out your brains | |
| Your material game don' t mean a damn thang it' s all vain | |
| Got money and fame but we ordained | |
| Struggle and pain, closer to you than your jugular vein | |
| But I' m bubblin mayn | |
| Yeah but that' s how most niggaz shorten they stay how? | |
| They sportin they playin | |
| Turn away from the message like they don' t give a shit | |
| But my job is just to deliver it | |
| A nigga with a mission, so peep me listen | |
| For lost found sheep cheap deep sea fishin | |
| From the West to the East, North to the South what? | |
| I reel ' em in with my hook in they mouth, singin | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Kam | |
| No matter how deep in debt or how high you paid | |
| You enter my net you get Y2K' d | |
| Oh you quite a celeb' right? | |
| Well stick your neck out, and come check out my spider website | |
| And we can get online | |
| If you want it we got it if not it ain' t shit on mine | |
| I just surf on a Earthlink sail on my email | |
| Pull down a satellite clown me a atomite | |
| I get at ' em like give me a hug | |
| And then infect they ass with this millenium bug | |
| So they computers crash looters mash | |
| Shooters blast so we can move this cash | |
| So do the math in the riddle, and keep in touch | |
| Or you' ll be laughin a little, and weepin much | |
| So on three say cheeeeese | |
| If you rich nigga take a picture | |
| Cause you ain' t takin none of that witcha when you | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Kam | |
| You can lead a horse to water, but can' t make ' em drink | |
| But of course you oughta but y' all don' t think shit stink | |
| So you get spanked, the rider gotta yank your bridle | |
| And take your bank, rank and title | |
| A severe requital for a crooked system | |
| Clear recital from the book of wisdom | |
| That I stop to read, droppin seeds | |
| Choppin weeds as I pop my steez | |
| And if they don' t wanna budge we force fools | |
| But don' t judge me ' til you walked in my horseshoes | |
| It' s good news and a warnin | |
| So nigga take two of these, and call me in the mornin | |
| Here' s some for your poison and rusty locks | |
| And y' all decoys in there amongst the flocks | |
| Tryin to plot on a clear shot | |
| So I look in my poison book, work cheerfully and fear not | |
| Chorus x5 fades out on last repeat |
| zuò qǔ : Kam | |
| Uhh.. uhh, uhh | |
| Kam.. with the wild horses | |
| Hey y' all let' s jump on this | |
| Open the gate let me show you how to ride, c' mon | |
| Chorus: Kam | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up | |
| Giddie up, horsey giddie up HYAH! | |
| Kam | |
| Gold, platinum, diamonds, pearls | |
| Wealth, children, power, girls | |
| Niggaz be in love with the life of this world | |
| So against falsehood, truth is hurled | |
| To knock out your brains | |
| Your material game don' t mean a damn thang it' s all vain | |
| Got money and fame but we ordained | |
| Struggle and pain, closer to you than your jugular vein | |
| But I' m bubblin mayn | |
| Yeah but that' s how most niggaz shorten they stay how? | |
| They sportin they playin | |
| Turn away from the message like they don' t give a shit | |
| But my job is just to deliver it | |
| A nigga with a mission, so peep me listen | |
| For lost found sheep cheap deep sea fishin | |
| From the West to the East, North to the South what? | |
| I reel ' em in with my hook in they mouth, singin | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Kam | |
| No matter how deep in debt or how high you paid | |
| You enter my net you get Y2K' d | |
| Oh you quite a celeb' right? | |
| Well stick your neck out, and come check out my spider website | |
| And we can get online | |
| If you want it we got it if not it ain' t shit on mine | |
| I just surf on a Earthlink sail on my email | |
| Pull down a satellite clown me a atomite | |
| I get at ' em like give me a hug | |
| And then infect they ass with this millenium bug | |
| So they computers crash looters mash | |
| Shooters blast so we can move this cash | |
| So do the math in the riddle, and keep in touch | |
| Or you' ll be laughin a little, and weepin much | |
| So on three say cheeeeese | |
| If you rich nigga take a picture | |
| Cause you ain' t takin none of that witcha when you | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Kam | |
| You can lead a horse to water, but can' t make ' em drink | |
| But of course you oughta but y' all don' t think shit stink | |
| So you get spanked, the rider gotta yank your bridle | |
| And take your bank, rank and title | |
| A severe requital for a crooked system | |
| Clear recital from the book of wisdom | |
| That I stop to read, droppin seeds | |
| Choppin weeds as I pop my steez | |
| And if they don' t wanna budge we force fools | |
| But don' t judge me ' til you walked in my horseshoes | |
| It' s good news and a warnin | |
| So nigga take two of these, and call me in the mornin | |
| Here' s some for your poison and rusty locks | |
| And y' all decoys in there amongst the flocks | |
| Tryin to plot on a clear shot | |
| So I look in my poison book, work cheerfully and fear not | |
| Chorus x5 fades out on last repeat |
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