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