| 作词 : Calhoun, Clinton, Irvin ... | |
| Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla | |
| From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver | |
| Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic | |
| With Funkadelic reteric for you relics | |
| (The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper) | |
| The Grim Reaper's grim reaper | |
| I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon | |
| The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon | |
| Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on | |
| You had tights on like you had nylons on | |
| Boogie banga funked out panty stainer | |
| Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger | |
| Smell me | |
| (It's the [unverified] words man) | |
| Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose | |
| About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman | |
| I'll serve niggaz in the third person don't even try it | |
| Vaboom, he's back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he's back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Timber, Hawk, it's the big hawk | |
| Ready to chalk | |
| With the boom ping, ping | |
| That make the Dre swing, swing | |
| Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger | |
| Hit, click, click, click, click, click | |
| Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla | |
| Did-a anybody kill her? I'm blasting | |
| None of them like Danskin | |
| Closing caskets chromed | |
| Put my L.A. throat back on | |
| It's back on and getting cheddar | |
| In my ride with the blue feather, in linen | |
| Strolling with the vengeance | |
| And when I make that gun clap | |
| Bitch, niggaz roll like pigeons | |
| So if you claiming than brang it | |
| And be about the drama | |
| It's WC and I ain't your mama | |
| Vaboom, he's back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Nigga make way for the big bomber | |
| Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider | |
| Scuffing up Chucks swiftly | |
| Looking for a spot launch that mini mat | |
| And that's a hard hat | |
| Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you | |
| Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner material | |
| Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought [unverified] | |
| Ditching your block when live while you work | |
| 'Cause it ain't no half repping | |
| Either you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping | |
| Come on, feel the breeze | |
| What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so cold | |
| We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs | |
| Critical thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces | |
| For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub | |
| Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs | |
| It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow like me | |
| Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me | |
| For sure I've been none to loc for way too long | |
| Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on | |
| Its funny the way I'm hated, always underrated | |
| But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated | |
| Niggaz wanna test me, I wish you would | |
| Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood | |
| I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades | |
| Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade | |
| This ain't no game nigga, so don't fuck with T | |
| Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries | |
| I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs | |
| For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these keys | |
| A female fely in Burberry | |
| Picking up money from the commissary | |
| Don't fuck with Terry | |
| Vaboom, he's back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he's back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he's back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he's back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T | |
| Swang on, swang on |
| zuo ci : Calhoun, Clinton, Irvin ... | |
| Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla | |
| From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver | |
| Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic | |
| With Funkadelic reteric for you relics | |
| The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper | |
| The Grim Reaper' s grim reaper | |
| I' m a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon | |
| The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon | |
| Riverside to Saigon, I' m killing each track I rhyme on | |
| You had tights on like you had nylons on | |
| Boogie banga funked out panty stainer | |
| Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger | |
| Smell me | |
| It' s the unverified words man | |
| Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose | |
| About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman | |
| I' ll serve niggaz in the third person don' t even try it | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Timber, Hawk, it' s the big hawk | |
| Ready to chalk | |
| With the boom ping, ping | |
| That make the Dre swing, swing | |
| Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger | |
| Hit, click, click, click, click, click | |
| Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla | |
| Dida anybody kill her? I' m blasting | |
| None of them like Danskin | |
| Closing caskets chromed | |
| Put my L. A. throat back on | |
| It' s back on and getting cheddar | |
| In my ride with the blue feather, in linen | |
| Strolling with the vengeance | |
| And when I make that gun clap | |
| Bitch, niggaz roll like pigeons | |
| So if you claiming than brang it | |
| And be about the drama | |
| It' s WC and I ain' t your mama | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Nigga make way for the big bomber | |
| Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider | |
| Scuffing up Chucks swiftly | |
| Looking for a spot launch that mini mat | |
| And that' s a hard hat | |
| Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you | |
| Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner material | |
| Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought unverified | |
| Ditching your block when live while you work | |
| ' Cause it ain' t no half repping | |
| Either you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping | |
| Come on, feel the breeze | |
| What, y' all ain' t know? I got a squad so cold | |
| We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs | |
| Critical thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces | |
| For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub | |
| Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs | |
| It ain' t no bitch in this industry that flow like me | |
| Matter fact, it ain' t to many niggaz that can see me | |
| For sure I' ve been none to loc for way too long | |
| Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on | |
| Its funny the way I' m hated, always underrated | |
| But ya' ll hoes couldn' t come with it if you masturbated | |
| Niggaz wanna test me, I wish you would | |
| Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood | |
| I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades | |
| Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade | |
| This ain' t no game nigga, so don' t fuck with T | |
| Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries | |
| I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs | |
| For pushing off unverified trying to take these keys | |
| A female fely in Burberry | |
| Picking up money from the commissary | |
| Don' t fuck with Terry | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T | |
| Swang on, swang on |
| zuò cí : Calhoun, Clinton, Irvin ... | |
| Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla | |
| From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver | |
| Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic | |
| With Funkadelic reteric for you relics | |
| The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper | |
| The Grim Reaper' s grim reaper | |
| I' m a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon | |
| The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon | |
| Riverside to Saigon, I' m killing each track I rhyme on | |
| You had tights on like you had nylons on | |
| Boogie banga funked out panty stainer | |
| Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger | |
| Smell me | |
| It' s the unverified words man | |
| Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose | |
| About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman | |
| I' ll serve niggaz in the third person don' t even try it | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Timber, Hawk, it' s the big hawk | |
| Ready to chalk | |
| With the boom ping, ping | |
| That make the Dre swing, swing | |
| Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger | |
| Hit, click, click, click, click, click | |
| Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla | |
| Dida anybody kill her? I' m blasting | |
| None of them like Danskin | |
| Closing caskets chromed | |
| Put my L. A. throat back on | |
| It' s back on and getting cheddar | |
| In my ride with the blue feather, in linen | |
| Strolling with the vengeance | |
| And when I make that gun clap | |
| Bitch, niggaz roll like pigeons | |
| So if you claiming than brang it | |
| And be about the drama | |
| It' s WC and I ain' t your mama | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Nigga make way for the big bomber | |
| Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider | |
| Scuffing up Chucks swiftly | |
| Looking for a spot launch that mini mat | |
| And that' s a hard hat | |
| Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you | |
| Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner material | |
| Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought unverified | |
| Ditching your block when live while you work | |
| ' Cause it ain' t no half repping | |
| Either you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping | |
| Come on, feel the breeze | |
| What, y' all ain' t know? I got a squad so cold | |
| We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs | |
| Critical thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces | |
| For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub | |
| Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs | |
| It ain' t no bitch in this industry that flow like me | |
| Matter fact, it ain' t to many niggaz that can see me | |
| For sure I' ve been none to loc for way too long | |
| Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on | |
| Its funny the way I' m hated, always underrated | |
| But ya' ll hoes couldn' t come with it if you masturbated | |
| Niggaz wanna test me, I wish you would | |
| Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood | |
| I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades | |
| Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade | |
| This ain' t no game nigga, so don' t fuck with T | |
| Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries | |
| I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs | |
| For pushing off unverified trying to take these keys | |
| A female fely in Burberry | |
| Picking up money from the commissary | |
| Don' t fuck with Terry | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| Vaboom, he' s back to putting in work | |
| Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk | |
| Make ' em bang, bang, make ' em all move | |
| Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose | |
| WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T | |
| Swang on, swang on |
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