作曲 : Yates | |
Hey, all you haters, stop | |
Man, this be this, what? | |
Rick rocker, | |
T9, E-40, jellysickle, y'all | |
They hate it when you bubble | |
See 'em in they huddles always making trouble | |
What, who? | |
Jealous fellas, man | |
Fall up in the spot and from the jump they don’t like me | |
Hat to the back and | |
I'm felling real hyphy | |
I'ma star so | |
I'm in with the belly pistol | |
That’s 'cause the haters be sucking on jellysickles | |
That mean the cycle of jealousy's real thick, man | |
I'm feeling, it's 'bout to pop off real quick, man | |
But I ain't trying to have the fedas come and pinch me' | |
Cause he’s plotting on my cheddar on my minske | |
Never tempt me the grench, so you better never | |
Let another knell, 'nother fella come against me | |
Off in Missouri it's jellysickle city jealousy | |
Watching and it aint the right stare, nightmares | |
Don’t let me go and rock the red spiked hair | |
They hate it when | |
I do that right there, yeah | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue | |
Keep a real pimp game up out your mouth | |
If I get on your line and dump two on your spine | |
Like it a 80's drought, | |
I'm about that | |
Valley JoPo | |
Po, be throwing tantrums, 'cause | |
I live up on a hill | |
With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion | |
I be all up in the dirty, where they cook them fried turkeys | |
Be up in Houston with | |
Mike Jones and | |
Paul WallYou want that fast quota, | |
I want that slow nickle | |
Everything | |
I got, I worked for, so quit hating on me, nigga | |
Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon | |
Look at these keys, look at my ride, | |
I'ma tycoon | |
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers | |
Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of hubba | |
Every time, | |
I look around, every time | |
I look around | |
Somebody done bit my style, wanna smile in my face | |
And take my place, hate but it ain't gone be no way no how, wow | |
I'm lit like a candle and they hating 'cause | |
I'm hot like a left sink handle | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Jellysickle, look at how that jelly trickles | |
Down his elbows and you can smell those | |
Playa haters from | |
Calabassas to | |
MelroseDuring his jail pulls and knocked him out of his shell toes | |
When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles | |
Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple | |
I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree | |
Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me | |
At the BET awards, chilling with the federation | |
Never forget the woman at the door giving | |
Away the shoes didn’t really want me to have 'em, man | |
I had a ticket, | |
I had to grab 'em | |
Come to find out | |
I was in a rhyme battle | |
A couple years ago, here’s the blow' | |
Cause I rake up dough, she was one of the women | |
I left behind up at the wake up show | |
Congratulate me 'cause | |
I'm a go getta | |
For sho' hitta, | |
E-40 and Nina, some flow spitter’s | |
But that don’t mean you gotta hate | |
Jealousy’s a sickness take another lick, mitch | |
You actin' like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch |
zuo qu : Yates | |
Hey, all you haters, stop | |
Man, this be this, what? | |
Rick rocker, | |
T9, E40, jellysickle, y' all | |
They hate it when you bubble | |
See ' em in they huddles always making trouble | |
What, who? | |
Jealous fellas, man | |
Fall up in the spot and from the jump they don' t like me | |
Hat to the back and | |
I' m felling real hyphy | |
I' ma star so | |
I' m in with the belly pistol | |
That' s ' cause the haters be sucking on jellysickles | |
That mean the cycle of jealousy' s real thick, man | |
I' m feeling, it' s ' bout to pop off real quick, man | |
But I ain' t trying to have the fedas come and pinch me' | |
Cause he' s plotting on my cheddar on my minske | |
Never tempt me the grench, so you better never | |
Let another knell, ' nother fella come against me | |
Off in Missouri it' s jellysickle city jealousy | |
Watching and it aint the right stare, nightmares | |
Don' t let me go and rock the red spiked hair | |
They hate it when | |
I do that right there, yeah | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue | |
Keep a real pimp game up out your mouth | |
If I get on your line and dump two on your spine | |
Like it a 80' s drought, | |
I' m about that | |
Valley JoPo | |
Po, be throwing tantrums, ' cause | |
I live up on a hill | |
With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion | |
I be all up in the dirty, where they cook them fried turkeys | |
Be up in Houston with | |
Mike Jones and | |
Paul WallYou want that fast quota, | |
I want that slow nickle | |
Everything | |
I got, I worked for, so quit hating on me, nigga | |
Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon | |
Look at these keys, look at my ride, | |
I' ma tycoon | |
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers | |
Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of hubba | |
Every time, | |
I look around, every time | |
I look around | |
Somebody done bit my style, wanna smile in my face | |
And take my place, hate but it ain' t gone be no way no how, wow | |
I' m lit like a candle and they hating ' cause | |
I' m hot like a left sink handle | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Jellysickle, look at how that jelly trickles | |
Down his elbows and you can smell those | |
Playa haters from | |
Calabassas to | |
MelroseDuring his jail pulls and knocked him out of his shell toes | |
When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles | |
Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple | |
I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree | |
Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me | |
At the BET awards, chilling with the federation | |
Never forget the woman at the door giving | |
Away the shoes didn' t really want me to have ' em, man | |
I had a ticket, | |
I had to grab ' em | |
Come to find out | |
I was in a rhyme battle | |
A couple years ago, here' s the blow' | |
Cause I rake up dough, she was one of the women | |
I left behind up at the wake up show | |
Congratulate me ' cause | |
I' m a go getta | |
For sho' hitta, | |
E40 and Nina, some flow spitter' s | |
But that don' t mean you gotta hate | |
Jealousy' s a sickness take another lick, mitch | |
You actin' like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch |
zuò qǔ : Yates | |
Hey, all you haters, stop | |
Man, this be this, what? | |
Rick rocker, | |
T9, E40, jellysickle, y' all | |
They hate it when you bubble | |
See ' em in they huddles always making trouble | |
What, who? | |
Jealous fellas, man | |
Fall up in the spot and from the jump they don' t like me | |
Hat to the back and | |
I' m felling real hyphy | |
I' ma star so | |
I' m in with the belly pistol | |
That' s ' cause the haters be sucking on jellysickles | |
That mean the cycle of jealousy' s real thick, man | |
I' m feeling, it' s ' bout to pop off real quick, man | |
But I ain' t trying to have the fedas come and pinch me' | |
Cause he' s plotting on my cheddar on my minske | |
Never tempt me the grench, so you better never | |
Let another knell, ' nother fella come against me | |
Off in Missouri it' s jellysickle city jealousy | |
Watching and it aint the right stare, nightmares | |
Don' t let me go and rock the red spiked hair | |
They hate it when | |
I do that right there, yeah | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue | |
Keep a real pimp game up out your mouth | |
If I get on your line and dump two on your spine | |
Like it a 80' s drought, | |
I' m about that | |
Valley JoPo | |
Po, be throwing tantrums, ' cause | |
I live up on a hill | |
With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion | |
I be all up in the dirty, where they cook them fried turkeys | |
Be up in Houston with | |
Mike Jones and | |
Paul WallYou want that fast quota, | |
I want that slow nickle | |
Everything | |
I got, I worked for, so quit hating on me, nigga | |
Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon | |
Look at these keys, look at my ride, | |
I' ma tycoon | |
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers | |
Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of hubba | |
Every time, | |
I look around, every time | |
I look around | |
Somebody done bit my style, wanna smile in my face | |
And take my place, hate but it ain' t gone be no way no how, wow | |
I' m lit like a candle and they hating ' cause | |
I' m hot like a left sink handle | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Jellysickle, look at how that jelly trickles | |
Down his elbows and you can smell those | |
Playa haters from | |
Calabassas to | |
MelroseDuring his jail pulls and knocked him out of his shell toes | |
When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles | |
Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple | |
I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree | |
Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me | |
At the BET awards, chilling with the federation | |
Never forget the woman at the door giving | |
Away the shoes didn' t really want me to have ' em, man | |
I had a ticket, | |
I had to grab ' em | |
Come to find out | |
I was in a rhyme battle | |
A couple years ago, here' s the blow' | |
Cause I rake up dough, she was one of the women | |
I left behind up at the wake up show | |
Congratulate me ' cause | |
I' m a go getta | |
For sho' hitta, | |
E40 and Nina, some flow spitter' s | |
But that don' t mean you gotta hate | |
Jealousy' s a sickness take another lick, mitch | |
You actin' like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
Take a lick of this, what? | |
Jellysickle sickness | |
Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch |