Song | You Be Illin' |
Artist | Run-D.M.C. |
Album | Playlist: The Very Best of Run-D.M.C. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mizell, Simmons, White | |
One day when | |
I was chillin' in | |
Kentucky Fried | |
ChickenJust mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' | |
This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny | |
Went up to the front with a menu and his money | |
He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side | |
He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um is this Kentucky Fried?" | |
The lady said, "Yes man", smiled and he smiled back | |
He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, | |
Big Mac!You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
Today you won a ticket to see | |
Doctor JFront row seat no pay, radio in hand, snacks by feet | |
Game's about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat | |
You finally wake up, | |
Doc's gone to town | |
Round his back, through the hoop | |
Then you scream, "Touchdown!" | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
The other day around the way | |
I seen you illin' at a party | |
Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was | |
BacardiYou went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" | |
She smelt your breath and then | |
She left you standin' in your illin' stance | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
For dinner, you ate it, there is none left | |
It was salty, with butter and it was def | |
You proceeded to eat it 'cos you was in the mood | |
But Holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food! | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin'... |
zuo ci : Mizell, Simmons, White | |
One day when | |
I was chillin' in | |
Kentucky Fried | |
ChickenJust mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' | |
This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny | |
Went up to the front with a menu and his money | |
He didn' t walk straight, kind of side to side | |
He asked this old lady, " Yo, yo, um is this Kentucky Fried?" | |
The lady said, " Yes man", smiled and he smiled back | |
He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, | |
Big Mac! You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
Today you won a ticket to see | |
Doctor JFront row seat no pay, radio in hand, snacks by feet | |
Game' s about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat | |
You finally wake up, | |
Doc' s gone to town | |
Round his back, through the hoop | |
Then you scream, " Touchdown!" | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
The other day around the way | |
I seen you illin' at a party | |
Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was | |
BacardiYou went up to this fly girl and said " Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" | |
She smelt your breath and then | |
She left you standin' in your illin' stance | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
For dinner, you ate it, there is none left | |
It was salty, with butter and it was def | |
You proceeded to eat it ' cos you was in the mood | |
But Holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food! | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin'... |
zuò cí : Mizell, Simmons, White | |
One day when | |
I was chillin' in | |
Kentucky Fried | |
ChickenJust mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' | |
This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny | |
Went up to the front with a menu and his money | |
He didn' t walk straight, kind of side to side | |
He asked this old lady, " Yo, yo, um is this Kentucky Fried?" | |
The lady said, " Yes man", smiled and he smiled back | |
He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, | |
Big Mac! You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
Today you won a ticket to see | |
Doctor JFront row seat no pay, radio in hand, snacks by feet | |
Game' s about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat | |
You finally wake up, | |
Doc' s gone to town | |
Round his back, through the hoop | |
Then you scream, " Touchdown!" | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
The other day around the way | |
I seen you illin' at a party | |
Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was | |
BacardiYou went up to this fly girl and said " Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" | |
She smelt your breath and then | |
She left you standin' in your illin' stance | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin' | |
For dinner, you ate it, there is none left | |
It was salty, with butter and it was def | |
You proceeded to eat it ' cos you was in the mood | |
But Holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food! | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin', illin' | |
You be illin'... |