Song | Licken Off In Hip-Hop |
Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harper, Jones, Wisdom | |
To my niggas in the 212 and 310 | |
Bitches in the 305 and 404 | |
Niggas in the 713 and 201, 312, call 911 | |
It's Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Every [Incomprehensible] | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
My heart bleeds for you, so don't waste your tears | |
I'm about 175 in dog years | |
My block's so hot step outside and get sunburned | |
Unless you talkin' business or money | |
I'm unconcerned | |
I live for now because my days is numbered | |
I got a six shot revolver, watch the barrel on my gun turn | |
I'm like an accident just waitin' to happen | |
A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to clap 'em | |
It's pitiful this game is too political, critical | |
But let's not talk about the big | |
I's and the little | |
U'sNiggas wouldn't be confused if they mind their | |
P's and Q's | |
Keep your nose out of mine and | |
I won't have to squeeze the two's | |
And cock the glock, what's that sound? | |
Everybody know | |
Sticky be puttin' it down | |
So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path | |
Think I'm scared to blast 'cause | |
I'm doing flicks on | |
MiramaxAnd | |
New LineFuck security, my bodyguard is my two nines | |
Knew I'd make it big in due time | |
My only lie when my lips move | |
Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol, who wanna get shot? | |
Until I smell 'em for myself | |
I don't believe shit stink | |
Robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink | |
And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do | |
Labels be like, don't call us, we'll call you | |
It's Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Every [Incomprehensible] | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
It's Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Every [Incomprehensible] | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
Back in the days | |
Sticky was stickin' niggas | |
And strippin' niggas and still gettin' figures | |
And pistol whippin' niggas and flippin' niggas | |
I ran with life bidders and ice pickers | |
Now wonder if this life fit us in | |
Vegas with strippin' white bitches | |
But that's just a deep thought in the back of my mind | |
I'm Black | |
Trash true to the streets gritty and grime | |
I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip | |
Concealed inside my leather camouflage so | |
I can ride, notice it? | |
Don't tell nobody, but between me and you | |
I put three in you | |
Add you and ya crew to the | |
M E N UI got bloopers of ya death and | |
I draw it myself | |
You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself | |
My code defendin' my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters | |
Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents | |
You a glutton for punishment, | |
I'm the nigga runnin' shit | |
Yo breath stank that cause you be talkin' a ton of shit | |
You can't take me out, forget about it | |
Killers in front of ya house, forget about it | |
Y'all niggas don't want no war, forget about it | |
I'll bring it to your front door and you won't do shit about it | |
You need work, come see me son | |
I'm takin' applications | |
You can't beat me join me save yourself the aggravation | |
You dead if you harm a single hair on my head | |
My payback is goin' to cost you a arm and a leg | |
It's Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Every [Incomprehensible] | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
It's Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop | |
Every [Incomprehensible] | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
You can run but you can't hide, when | |
I come it's do or die | |
Point your guns to the sky, put 'em up real high | |
You can run but you can't hide, when | |
I come it's do or die |
zuo qu : Harper, Jones, Wisdom | |
To my niggas in the 212 and 310 | |
Bitches in the 305 and 404 | |
Niggas in the 713 and 201, 312, call 911 | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
My heart bleeds for you, so don' t waste your tears | |
I' m about 175 in dog years | |
My block' s so hot step outside and get sunburned | |
Unless you talkin' business or money | |
I' m unconcerned | |
I live for now because my days is numbered | |
I got a six shot revolver, watch the barrel on my gun turn | |
I' m like an accident just waitin' to happen | |
A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to clap ' em | |
It' s pitiful this game is too political, critical | |
But let' s not talk about the big | |
I' s and the little | |
U' sNiggas wouldn' t be confused if they mind their | |
P' s and Q' s | |
Keep your nose out of mine and | |
I won' t have to squeeze the two' s | |
And cock the glock, what' s that sound? | |
Everybody know | |
Sticky be puttin' it down | |
So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path | |
Think I' m scared to blast ' cause | |
I' m doing flicks on | |
MiramaxAnd | |
New LineFuck security, my bodyguard is my two nines | |
Knew I' d make it big in due time | |
My only lie when my lips move | |
Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol, who wanna get shot? | |
Until I smell ' em for myself | |
I don' t believe shit stink | |
Robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink | |
And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do | |
Labels be like, don' t call us, we' ll call you | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
Back in the days | |
Sticky was stickin' niggas | |
And strippin' niggas and still gettin' figures | |
And pistol whippin' niggas and flippin' niggas | |
I ran with life bidders and ice pickers | |
Now wonder if this life fit us in | |
Vegas with strippin' white bitches | |
But that' s just a deep thought in the back of my mind | |
I' m Black | |
Trash true to the streets gritty and grime | |
I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip | |
Concealed inside my leather camouflage so | |
I can ride, notice it? | |
Don' t tell nobody, but between me and you | |
I put three in you | |
Add you and ya crew to the | |
M E N UI got bloopers of ya death and | |
I draw it myself | |
You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself | |
My code defendin' my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters | |
Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents | |
You a glutton for punishment, | |
I' m the nigga runnin' shit | |
Yo breath stank that cause you be talkin' a ton of shit | |
You can' t take me out, forget about it | |
Killers in front of ya house, forget about it | |
Y' all niggas don' t want no war, forget about it | |
I' ll bring it to your front door and you won' t do shit about it | |
You need work, come see me son | |
I' m takin' applications | |
You can' t beat me join me save yourself the aggravation | |
You dead if you harm a single hair on my head | |
My payback is goin' to cost you a arm and a leg | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
You can run but you can' t hide, when | |
I come it' s do or die | |
Point your guns to the sky, put ' em up real high | |
You can run but you can' t hide, when | |
I come it' s do or die |
zuò qǔ : Harper, Jones, Wisdom | |
To my niggas in the 212 and 310 | |
Bitches in the 305 and 404 | |
Niggas in the 713 and 201, 312, call 911 | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
My heart bleeds for you, so don' t waste your tears | |
I' m about 175 in dog years | |
My block' s so hot step outside and get sunburned | |
Unless you talkin' business or money | |
I' m unconcerned | |
I live for now because my days is numbered | |
I got a six shot revolver, watch the barrel on my gun turn | |
I' m like an accident just waitin' to happen | |
A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to clap ' em | |
It' s pitiful this game is too political, critical | |
But let' s not talk about the big | |
I' s and the little | |
U' sNiggas wouldn' t be confused if they mind their | |
P' s and Q' s | |
Keep your nose out of mine and | |
I won' t have to squeeze the two' s | |
And cock the glock, what' s that sound? | |
Everybody know | |
Sticky be puttin' it down | |
So watch out watch out, niggas better clear a path | |
Think I' m scared to blast ' cause | |
I' m doing flicks on | |
MiramaxAnd | |
New LineFuck security, my bodyguard is my two nines | |
Knew I' d make it big in due time | |
My only lie when my lips move | |
Gun in my crotch my forth leg is a pistol, who wanna get shot? | |
Until I smell ' em for myself | |
I don' t believe shit stink | |
Robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen sink | |
And all these whack rappers want deals but no can do | |
Labels be like, don' t call us, we' ll call you | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
Back in the days | |
Sticky was stickin' niggas | |
And strippin' niggas and still gettin' figures | |
And pistol whippin' niggas and flippin' niggas | |
I ran with life bidders and ice pickers | |
Now wonder if this life fit us in | |
Vegas with strippin' white bitches | |
But that' s just a deep thought in the back of my mind | |
I' m Black | |
Trash true to the streets gritty and grime | |
I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip | |
Concealed inside my leather camouflage so | |
I can ride, notice it? | |
Don' t tell nobody, but between me and you | |
I put three in you | |
Add you and ya crew to the | |
M E N UI got bloopers of ya death and | |
I draw it myself | |
You want the job done right you gotta do it yourself | |
My code defendin' my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters | |
Kill a nigga over nonsense for five cents | |
You a glutton for punishment, | |
I' m the nigga runnin' shit | |
Yo breath stank that cause you be talkin' a ton of shit | |
You can' t take me out, forget about it | |
Killers in front of ya house, forget about it | |
Y' all niggas don' t want no war, forget about it | |
I' ll bring it to your front door and you won' t do shit about it | |
You need work, come see me son | |
I' m takin' applications | |
You can' t beat me join me save yourself the aggravation | |
You dead if you harm a single hair on my head | |
My payback is goin' to cost you a arm and a leg | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
It' s Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Sticky, Sticky | |
Fingaz, licken off in hiphop | |
Every Incomprehensible | |
I kick is a gunshot | |
You can run but you can' t hide, when | |
I come it' s do or die | |
Point your guns to the sky, put ' em up real high | |
You can run but you can' t hide, when | |
I come it' s do or die |