Song | Get Chopped |
Artist | The Click |
Album | Game Related |
作曲 : Mosley, Stevens, Stevens | |
Game must be focused upon, game | |
If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin' | |
(What you say) | |
If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin', game | |
(Then spit it) | |
A nigga spent his last quadruple of cash | |
Hopin' that the plane wouldn't crash | |
Out smarted the task while teachin' they ass | |
Bouts the other side of the grass | |
Uh, I spits the truth from the soil untold | |
See 340 in ya pager, that's the code | |
Hit me back 'cause you know he's busy off the hook | |
Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took | |
Drug instances, penitentiary chances | |
Circumstances, gigantic ass live enhancements | |
Keep on mashin' though, don't quit | |
Game related, comin' from the ****in' click | |
Now that I made the major leagues | |
Pushin' big KI's | |
Niggas from my block ain't tryin' to see me | |
I came up too fast for them punks hoes | |
Now them fools wants to kick in my door | |
Bringin' over the change if you think that you can **** with this | |
Bam, pops to the dome bitch | |
Mother****ers hate to see a true nigga flamboast | |
Bringin' in more net than gross | |
They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped | |
They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped | |
They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped | |
But I'm up on they plot, boom get chopped | |
Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench | |
Gotta a couple screws loose like the Grinch | |
Problem child ain't got no problem with disposin' | |
Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same token | |
He ain't gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin' | |
You failized I have ya whole family wear and taken | |
Paper hatin' haters get put in they place | |
Crevice achin' baggers get smacked in the face | |
Niggas from the other side of town be talkin' big shit | |
Actin' like they wanna **** with my click | |
But the shit ain't changed **** the rap game | |
Hill side nigga on a mission to proclaim | |
My mother****in' spot in society | |
South side niggas just jealous, they doubt me | |
Punk niggas lookin' for a reason | |
Kick off a rucus to start the funk season | |
They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped | |
They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped | |
They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped | |
But I'm up on they plot, boom get chopped | |
I ****s with ya, ya bitch | |
Nigga get rich, fool don't you know this the click | |
Be the hundred SL's what a nigga straight smash | |
One hundred thousand in cash | |
Follow the leader, trip on how this thing gets deeper | |
The more I teach 'em the dumber I get | |
Dizzy-izzy, hey shot these tardy niggas kill me | |
But what they don't know is, I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee | |
**** 'em and feed 'em, pistol whip they ass and bleed 'em | |
Stuck 'em and read 'em, find out where they snooze and sleep 'em | |
You pearl tongues need to stop workin' for the cops | |
Rot heads don't get no props, beotch |
zuò qǔ : Mosley, Stevens, Stevens | |
Game must be focused upon, game | |
If you ain' t got game you ain' t got nathin' | |
What you say | |
If you ain' t got game you ain' t got nathin', game | |
Then spit it | |
A nigga spent his last quadruple of cash | |
Hopin' that the plane wouldn' t crash | |
Out smarted the task while teachin' they ass | |
Bouts the other side of the grass | |
Uh, I spits the truth from the soil untold | |
See 340 in ya pager, that' s the code | |
Hit me back ' cause you know he' s busy off the hook | |
Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took | |
Drug instances, penitentiary chances | |
Circumstances, gigantic ass live enhancements | |
Keep on mashin' though, don' t quit | |
Game related, comin' from the in' click | |
Now that I made the major leagues | |
Pushin' big KI' s | |
Niggas from my block ain' t tryin' to see me | |
I came up too fast for them punks hoes | |
Now them fools wants to kick in my door | |
Bringin' over the change if you think that you can with this | |
Bam, pops to the dome bitch | |
Mother ers hate to see a true nigga flamboast | |
Bringin' in more net than gross | |
They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped | |
They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped | |
They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped | |
But I' m up on they plot, boom get chopped | |
Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench | |
Gotta a couple screws loose like the Grinch | |
Problem child ain' t got no problem with disposin' | |
Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same token | |
He ain' t gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E40 fakin' | |
You failized I have ya whole family wear and taken | |
Paper hatin' haters get put in they place | |
Crevice achin' baggers get smacked in the face | |
Niggas from the other side of town be talkin' big shit | |
Actin' like they wanna with my click | |
But the shit ain' t changed the rap game | |
Hill side nigga on a mission to proclaim | |
My mother in' spot in society | |
South side niggas just jealous, they doubt me | |
Punk niggas lookin' for a reason | |
Kick off a rucus to start the funk season | |
They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped | |
They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped | |
They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped | |
But I' m up on they plot, boom get chopped | |
I s with ya, ya bitch | |
Nigga get rich, fool don' t you know this the click | |
Be the hundred SL' s what a nigga straight smash | |
One hundred thousand in cash | |
Follow the leader, trip on how this thing gets deeper | |
The more I teach ' em the dumber I get | |
Dizzyizzy, hey shot these tardy niggas kill me | |
But what they don' t know is, I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee | |
' em and feed ' em, pistol whip they ass and bleed ' em | |
Stuck ' em and read ' em, find out where they snooze and sleep ' em | |
You pearl tongues need to stop workin' for the cops | |
Rot heads don' t get no props, beotch |