| 作曲 : Watson, Yates | |
| The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face | |
| Whoa, hold on, man, | |
| Tech is losin' it, man | |
| He's not as grounded as he used to be | |
| Tech was a devil wor*************per | |
| Now have you seen a black dude red hair, long beard | |
| I mean look, he look scary to me too | |
| Man, that ain't | |
| Tech man, he sellin' out, man | |
| That's, that's, he's doin' that *************t for the white folks | |
| That's white *************t he doin', man | |
| I've been writing for nineteen years for sure | |
| Hate rules in these times, *************z don't wanna see me *************ne | |
| Stop me and then try to tell me, come gangsta | |
| And then compare me to | |
| Nelly, where ya bang bra? | |
| So this song's gonna tell me | |
| So called gangsta *************z who the ************* has always been the bigger | |
| GHey, I've been bustin' and fizz-knuckin' *********** | |
| It is nothin' for years puffin', | |
| I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin' | |
| Here's ************* you *************z this is toughin' | |
| IDon't know what the ************* you thinkin' tellin' me this *************t is hella fake | |
| Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze happen | |
| I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage saggin' | |
| They's wackin' | |
| Nina stay laid back and | |
| IRap at *************z constantly they never know the money | |
| Nina makes | |
| Hey, this is amazin' how *************z formulate they hatin' | |
| You ***********' fornicate your mistakin' | |
| We can never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh? | |
| Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh? | |
| Who's keepin' this shakin', huh? | |
| Got any questions | |
| Sinister Tech and | |
| Tecca Nina *************z, know the rest | |
| Gay, is all you punks and | |
| Mitch Bades | |
| Diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio | |
| Two gangsta for an old lady, bro | |
| Gangsta *************z don't hate me no, ***********sta *************z won't face me though | |
| Talkin' *************t and bunch my people tellin' me | |
| I really need a vest, okay | |
| I rep the town harder than any of you *************z | |
| Wherever I stand my bills the same punk | |
| And you got the nerve to tell me | |
| Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air | |
| And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta | |
| Saggin' pants to the floor | |
| Every woman's a ************* or a whore when you're a gangsta | |
| Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug | |
| And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta | |
| Is what they sayin' to me | |
| I shoulda been done come with a gun | |
| For the ones who bump they gums who the one | |
| Said a ************* wasn't gonna make another record | |
| Said I was wack and washed up, done | |
| Said a ************* might scare little ones | |
| He's a ***********' nigh***********are, here he comes | |
| With red hair and my face painted | |
| They say gangsta | |
| Messy Marvin, | |
| Colione is so gangsta | |
| But I really ain't gangsta | |
| I need to come up wit a gangsta | |
| Scritch the scratch on my ************* | |
| Fat Tone is so gangsta | |
| You need a bit of that gangsta, you need to hang wit a gangsta | |
| Mr. Stinky | |
| Vigilante so gangsta, | |
| Brotha Lynch is gangsta | |
| The Bigga | |
| Figga is gangsta, 57 | |
| RDVs are so gangsta | |
| That ************* 50 is gangsta, they say | |
| When you in them streets, creep, creep' | |
| Cause some gangstas want a head blast 'cause | |
| I run with the red rags | |
| And tryin' to make the | |
| Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash | |
| That's that bull*************t | |
| I'm gon' skip and try to go and get the money grip | |
| Okay, you *************z kill me in | |
| Nosferatu vampire bit my *************t' | |
| Cause you *************z feel me, surprised | |
| I got you right here with my *************t? | |
| So you gotta be thankful to who? | |
| By the way homie what's gangsta to you? | |
| Money, *********** and alcohol and plenty *********** all up on your ************* | |
| I got that | |
| How can C- | |
| Bo be wrong? | |
| How can Yukmouth be wrong? | |
| How can Lynch be wrong? | |
| How can 2Pac be wrong, *************? | |
| Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air | |
| And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta | |
| Saggin' pants to the floor | |
| Every woman's a ************* or a whore when you're gangsta | |
| Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug | |
| And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta | |
| Is what they sayin' to me | |
| I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time | |
| I left Kansas | |
| City so them other cats can gon' *************ne | |
| But it seems these punks are confused because | |
| I'm my own kind | |
| But I'm back on deck 'cause | |
| Kansas City is who's throne? | |
| MineThis ain't no punk *************t, ************* this is strength at it's finest | |
| I made this *************t so all you simps can rewind it | |
| Meaning, you ************es who say this | |
| Tech *************t ain't hard for real | |
| And try to disregard the real, you ************ is hard to feel | |
| I get your death threats 'cause | |
| I'm the King, ************* | |
| Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling *************t | |
| But I stay ahead of the game and you punks is so lame' | |
| Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole team | |
| I've been with every rapper who's legendary | |
| Underground to mainstream know that | |
| Tech is very hard' | |
| Cause I bring the hater, love me 'cause | |
| I'm your leader | |
| ***********, they suck my peter, while | |
| I drinkin' margaritas | |
| *************z get laid down, seven displayed sounds | |
| N9ne the Crazed | |
| Clown, lines like sprayed rounds | |
| This is for all you haters who don't bump my *************t | |
| If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my ************* | |
| I might look like a | |
| Clown, huh | |
| But you *************z sound like a ***********' circus | |
| ************* you mother************s | |
| This ************* is the tightest ************* movin' man | |
| I mean, Tech | |
| N9ne will demolish all you *************z | |
| From the stage show, to rockin' the mic, you name it | |
| That's why | |
| I roll wit him, he my favorite rapper, real talk, | |
| Tech N9ne |
| zuo qu : Watson, Yates | |
| The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face | |
| Whoa, hold on, man, | |
| Tech is losin' it, man | |
| He' s not as grounded as he used to be | |
| Tech was a devil wor per | |
| Now have you seen a black dude red hair, long beard | |
| I mean look, he look scary to me too | |
| Man, that ain' t | |
| Tech man, he sellin' out, man | |
| That' s, that' s, he' s doin' that t for the white folks | |
| That' s white t he doin', man | |
| I' ve been writing for nineteen years for sure | |
| Hate rules in these times, z don' t wanna see me ne | |
| Stop me and then try to tell me, come gangsta | |
| And then compare me to | |
| Nelly, where ya bang bra? | |
| So this song' s gonna tell me | |
| So called gangsta z who the has always been the bigger | |
| GHey, I' ve been bustin' and fizzknuckin' | |
| It is nothin' for years puffin', | |
| I' ve been clutchin' riches from his muffin' | |
| Here' s you z this is toughin' | |
| IDon' t know what the you thinkin' tellin' me this t is hella fake | |
| Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze happen | |
| I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage saggin' | |
| They' s wackin' | |
| Nina stay laid back and | |
| IRap at z constantly they never know the money | |
| Nina makes | |
| Hey, this is amazin' how z formulate they hatin' | |
| You ' fornicate your mistakin' | |
| We can never correlate ' cause you fakin', huh? | |
| Who' s bringin' in through bacon, huh? | |
| Who' s keepin' this shakin', huh? | |
| Got any questions | |
| Sinister Tech and | |
| Tecca Nina z, know the rest | |
| Gay, is all you punks and | |
| Mitch Bades | |
| Diss in your trunk won' t get played on the radio | |
| Two gangsta for an old lady, bro | |
| Gangsta z don' t hate me no, sta z won' t face me though | |
| Talkin' t and bunch my people tellin' me | |
| I really need a vest, okay | |
| I rep the town harder than any of you z | |
| Wherever I stand my bills the same punk | |
| And you got the nerve to tell me | |
| Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air | |
| And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta | |
| Saggin' pants to the floor | |
| Every woman' s a or a whore when you' re a gangsta | |
| Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug | |
| And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta | |
| Is what they sayin' to me | |
| I shoulda been done come with a gun | |
| For the ones who bump they gums who the one | |
| Said a wasn' t gonna make another record | |
| Said I was wack and washed up, done | |
| Said a might scare little ones | |
| He' s a ' nigh are, here he comes | |
| With red hair and my face painted | |
| They say gangsta | |
| Messy Marvin, | |
| Colione is so gangsta | |
| But I really ain' t gangsta | |
| I need to come up wit a gangsta | |
| Scritch the scratch on my | |
| Fat Tone is so gangsta | |
| You need a bit of that gangsta, you need to hang wit a gangsta | |
| Mr. Stinky | |
| Vigilante so gangsta, | |
| Brotha Lynch is gangsta | |
| The Bigga | |
| Figga is gangsta, 57 | |
| RDVs are so gangsta | |
| That 50 is gangsta, they say | |
| When you in them streets, creep, creep' | |
| Cause some gangstas want a head blast ' cause | |
| I run with the red rags | |
| And tryin' to make the | |
| Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash | |
| That' s that bull t | |
| I' m gon' skip and try to go and get the money grip | |
| Okay, you z kill me in | |
| Nosferatu vampire bit my t' | |
| Cause you z feel me, surprised | |
| I got you right here with my t? | |
| So you gotta be thankful to who? | |
| By the way homie what' s gangsta to you? | |
| Money, and alcohol and plenty all up on your | |
| I got that | |
| How can C | |
| Bo be wrong? | |
| How can Yukmouth be wrong? | |
| How can Lynch be wrong? | |
| How can 2Pac be wrong, ? | |
| Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air | |
| And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta | |
| Saggin' pants to the floor | |
| Every woman' s a or a whore when you' re gangsta | |
| Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug | |
| And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta | |
| Is what they sayin' to me | |
| I' ve been nice to you rapper cats for a long time | |
| I left Kansas | |
| City so them other cats can gon' ne | |
| But it seems these punks are confused because | |
| I' m my own kind | |
| But I' m back on deck ' cause | |
| Kansas City is who' s throne? | |
| MineThis ain' t no punk t, this is strength at it' s finest | |
| I made this t so all you simps can rewind it | |
| Meaning, you es who say this | |
| Tech t ain' t hard for real | |
| And try to disregard the real, you is hard to feel | |
| I get your death threats ' cause | |
| I' m the King, | |
| Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling t | |
| But I stay ahead of the game and you punks is so lame' | |
| Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole team | |
| I' ve been with every rapper who' s legendary | |
| Underground to mainstream know that | |
| Tech is very hard' | |
| Cause I bring the hater, love me ' cause | |
| I' m your leader | |
| , they suck my peter, while | |
| I drinkin' margaritas | |
| z get laid down, seven displayed sounds | |
| N9ne the Crazed | |
| Clown, lines like sprayed rounds | |
| This is for all you haters who don' t bump my t | |
| If you say this ain' t gangsta you can suck my | |
| I might look like a | |
| Clown, huh | |
| But you z sound like a ' circus | |
| you mother s | |
| This is the tightest movin' man | |
| I mean, Tech | |
| N9ne will demolish all you z | |
| From the stage show, to rockin' the mic, you name it | |
| That' s why | |
| I roll wit him, he my favorite rapper, real talk, | |
| Tech N9ne |
| zuò qǔ : Watson, Yates | |
| The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face | |
| Whoa, hold on, man, | |
| Tech is losin' it, man | |
| He' s not as grounded as he used to be | |
| Tech was a devil wor per | |
| Now have you seen a black dude red hair, long beard | |
| I mean look, he look scary to me too | |
| Man, that ain' t | |
| Tech man, he sellin' out, man | |
| That' s, that' s, he' s doin' that t for the white folks | |
| That' s white t he doin', man | |
| I' ve been writing for nineteen years for sure | |
| Hate rules in these times, z don' t wanna see me ne | |
| Stop me and then try to tell me, come gangsta | |
| And then compare me to | |
| Nelly, where ya bang bra? | |
| So this song' s gonna tell me | |
| So called gangsta z who the has always been the bigger | |
| GHey, I' ve been bustin' and fizzknuckin' | |
| It is nothin' for years puffin', | |
| I' ve been clutchin' riches from his muffin' | |
| Here' s you z this is toughin' | |
| IDon' t know what the you thinkin' tellin' me this t is hella fake | |
| Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze happen | |
| I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage saggin' | |
| They' s wackin' | |
| Nina stay laid back and | |
| IRap at z constantly they never know the money | |
| Nina makes | |
| Hey, this is amazin' how z formulate they hatin' | |
| You ' fornicate your mistakin' | |
| We can never correlate ' cause you fakin', huh? | |
| Who' s bringin' in through bacon, huh? | |
| Who' s keepin' this shakin', huh? | |
| Got any questions | |
| Sinister Tech and | |
| Tecca Nina z, know the rest | |
| Gay, is all you punks and | |
| Mitch Bades | |
| Diss in your trunk won' t get played on the radio | |
| Two gangsta for an old lady, bro | |
| Gangsta z don' t hate me no, sta z won' t face me though | |
| Talkin' t and bunch my people tellin' me | |
| I really need a vest, okay | |
| I rep the town harder than any of you z | |
| Wherever I stand my bills the same punk | |
| And you got the nerve to tell me | |
| Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air | |
| And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta | |
| Saggin' pants to the floor | |
| Every woman' s a or a whore when you' re a gangsta | |
| Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug | |
| And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta | |
| Is what they sayin' to me | |
| I shoulda been done come with a gun | |
| For the ones who bump they gums who the one | |
| Said a wasn' t gonna make another record | |
| Said I was wack and washed up, done | |
| Said a might scare little ones | |
| He' s a ' nigh are, here he comes | |
| With red hair and my face painted | |
| They say gangsta | |
| Messy Marvin, | |
| Colione is so gangsta | |
| But I really ain' t gangsta | |
| I need to come up wit a gangsta | |
| Scritch the scratch on my | |
| Fat Tone is so gangsta | |
| You need a bit of that gangsta, you need to hang wit a gangsta | |
| Mr. Stinky | |
| Vigilante so gangsta, | |
| Brotha Lynch is gangsta | |
| The Bigga | |
| Figga is gangsta, 57 | |
| RDVs are so gangsta | |
| That 50 is gangsta, they say | |
| When you in them streets, creep, creep' | |
| Cause some gangstas want a head blast ' cause | |
| I run with the red rags | |
| And tryin' to make the | |
| Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash | |
| That' s that bull t | |
| I' m gon' skip and try to go and get the money grip | |
| Okay, you z kill me in | |
| Nosferatu vampire bit my t' | |
| Cause you z feel me, surprised | |
| I got you right here with my t? | |
| So you gotta be thankful to who? | |
| By the way homie what' s gangsta to you? | |
| Money, and alcohol and plenty all up on your | |
| I got that | |
| How can C | |
| Bo be wrong? | |
| How can Yukmouth be wrong? | |
| How can Lynch be wrong? | |
| How can 2Pac be wrong, ? | |
| Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air | |
| And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta | |
| Saggin' pants to the floor | |
| Every woman' s a or a whore when you' re gangsta | |
| Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug | |
| And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta | |
| Is what they sayin' to me | |
| I' ve been nice to you rapper cats for a long time | |
| I left Kansas | |
| City so them other cats can gon' ne | |
| But it seems these punks are confused because | |
| I' m my own kind | |
| But I' m back on deck ' cause | |
| Kansas City is who' s throne? | |
| MineThis ain' t no punk t, this is strength at it' s finest | |
| I made this t so all you simps can rewind it | |
| Meaning, you es who say this | |
| Tech t ain' t hard for real | |
| And try to disregard the real, you is hard to feel | |
| I get your death threats ' cause | |
| I' m the King, | |
| Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling t | |
| But I stay ahead of the game and you punks is so lame' | |
| Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole team | |
| I' ve been with every rapper who' s legendary | |
| Underground to mainstream know that | |
| Tech is very hard' | |
| Cause I bring the hater, love me ' cause | |
| I' m your leader | |
| , they suck my peter, while | |
| I drinkin' margaritas | |
| z get laid down, seven displayed sounds | |
| N9ne the Crazed | |
| Clown, lines like sprayed rounds | |
| This is for all you haters who don' t bump my t | |
| If you say this ain' t gangsta you can suck my | |
| I might look like a | |
| Clown, huh | |
| But you z sound like a ' circus | |
| you mother s | |
| This is the tightest movin' man | |
| I mean, Tech | |
| N9ne will demolish all you z | |
| From the stage show, to rockin' the mic, you name it | |
| That' s why | |
| I roll wit him, he my favorite rapper, real talk, | |
| Tech N9ne |
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