Song | Here Is Something You Can't Understand - Explicit Version |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Original Album Classics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brown, Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
Yeah bitch | |
Dogpound and | |
Cypress you fuckers | |
What you think about that? | |
You brother's don't got it | |
B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle | |
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle | |
Relax by the kizzle | |
An' go get us a couple hizzles | |
You dizzles | |
Yeah with | |
Muggs What it is | |
SEN DOOOOO | |
OOOOOG! Keep it real gangster | |
Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say? [B-Real] | |
Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on | |
Before things start to happen and | |
I lose my calm, | |
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah), | |
Smoking on a | |
Kush Weed, not giving a | |
Fuck, Rhyme | |
Flow, Mack-o-hoes and stack dough! | |
But niggas wanna do shit to make me react | |
So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga | |
Haning on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga | |
You can t feel me without the | |
Braile I m like that shit that will catch you without the | |
Yale Make busters pale 'cos they seen too much | |
But really what they saw was me and | |
Kurupt [Chorus Repeat 4x] [B-Real] | |
Here is something you can't understand [Sen Dog] | |
How I Could | |
Just Kill | |
A Man [Kurupt] | |
Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries | |
You gotta be real like me and | |
B-Real See you shoot, you ride but we kill | |
Concentrate unloadin' our steel | |
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will | |
Riding on niggas that when the (?) spilled | |
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, | |
Hannibal (?) and unmanageable | |
What you gonna get, nigga? (?) | |
I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by (?) | |
Get em up drive by, | |
Watch em gone drive by | |
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die | |
You niggas really don't know shit, | |
I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb | |
BIATCH! [Hook 1 - Kurupt (repeat 2x)] | |
Here is something that they just don't get | |
I don't give a fuck nigga, | |
I don t give a shit | |
Here is something that they just know | |
Back/Crack to | |
Fo, creepin' through the back door [Kurupt] | |
I just DOP | |
E BLAST 'em... [B-Real] ... ' | |
Cos I ain t finished yet | |
I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet | |
We re like a pack of *panorama* | |
In Your *Soul | |
Assessino* | |
Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama | |
East side, do or die? | |
Niggas wanna ride | |
Hitting switches in the | |
Cadillac, getting thru real high ' | |
Cos we live this, (?) this, beatin' like a pistol whip | |
Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip [Sen Dog] | |
I'm ignorin' all the | |
DUMB SHIT, 'cos these vatos can't hang | |
With the Mad | |
Dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs | |
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business | |
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness | |
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen | |
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches | |
That's what you get when you fuck with the | |
Real Hardcore | |
Nigga said "Pack That Steel" [Chorus 4x] [Kurupt] | |
Yeah The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans | |
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces | |
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived | |
With millis and fifty-fives | |
Homicidally, | |
I've seperated the busters | |
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches | |
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches | |
Stole the riches, booked the (?) | |
Like fuck ya (?), nigga [B-Real] | |
Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge | |
We take it to the | |
Darkside, gettin' in your head | |
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock | |
Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed? | |
While you fuckin' with the | |
Soul Assassins in the dark town | |
And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down | |
Now your violatin' 'cos you haters know i'm waitin' | |
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot | |
With the handle cocked [Hook 2 - Kurupt {Sen Dog} (repeat 2x)] | |
Here is something, that | |
I think you just can t understand { | |
How I could just kill a man!} | |
And you wonder why and how it is | |
I could just kill a man { | |
How I could just kill a man!} | |
You see, in these streets | |
I pack my heat cuz should it be for real { | |
How I could just kill a man!} | |
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel { | |
How I could just kill a man!} [Outro - Kurupt] | |
You just don't understand | |
How I could just, kill a man (yeah) | |
La la la la, la la la la-la |
zuo ci : Brown, Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
Yeah bitch | |
Dogpound and | |
Cypress you fuckers | |
What you think about that? | |
You brother' s don' t got it | |
Brizzle you know it, fo' shizzle | |
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle | |
Relax by the kizzle | |
An' go get us a couple hizzles | |
You dizzles | |
Yeah with | |
Muggs What it is | |
SEN DOOOOO | |
OOOOOG! Keep it real gangster | |
Yeah, BReal, whaddya gotta say? BReal | |
Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on | |
Before things start to happen and | |
I lose my calm, | |
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup Yeah, | |
Smoking on a | |
Kush Weed, not giving a | |
Fuck, Rhyme | |
Flow, Mackohoes and stack dough! | |
But niggas wanna do shit to make me react | |
So " Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga | |
Haning on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga | |
You can t feel me without the | |
Braile I m like that shit that will catch you without the | |
Yale Make busters pale ' cos they seen too much | |
But really what they saw was me and | |
Kurupt Chorus Repeat 4x BReal | |
Here is something you can' t understand Sen Dog | |
How I Could | |
Just Kill | |
A Man Kurupt | |
Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries | |
You gotta be real like me and | |
BReal See you shoot, you ride but we kill | |
Concentrate unloadin' our steel | |
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will | |
Riding on niggas that when the ? spilled | |
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, | |
Hannibal ? and unmanageable | |
What you gonna get, nigga? ? | |
I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by ? | |
Get em up drive by, | |
Watch em gone drive by | |
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die | |
You niggas really don' t know shit, | |
I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb | |
BIATCH! Hook 1 Kurupt repeat 2x | |
Here is something that they just don' t get | |
I don' t give a fuck nigga, | |
I don t give a shit | |
Here is something that they just know | |
Back Crack to | |
Fo, creepin' through the back door Kurupt | |
I just DOP | |
E BLAST ' em... BReal ... ' | |
Cos I ain t finished yet | |
I see remains of someone you ain' t deminished yet | |
We re like a pack of panorama | |
In Your Soul | |
Assessino | |
Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama | |
East side, do or die? | |
Niggas wanna ride | |
Hitting switches in the | |
Cadillac, getting thru real high ' | |
Cos we live this, ? this, beatin' like a pistol whip | |
Don' t pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip Sen Dog | |
I' m ignorin' all the | |
DUMB SHIT, ' cos these vatos can' t hang | |
With the Mad | |
Dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs | |
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business | |
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness | |
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen | |
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches | |
That' s what you get when you fuck with the | |
Real Hardcore | |
Nigga said " Pack That Steel" Chorus 4x Kurupt | |
Yeah The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans | |
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces | |
The " I Don' t Give A Fuck" committee' s just arrived | |
With millis and fiftyfives | |
Homicidally, | |
I' ve seperated the busters | |
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches | |
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches | |
Stole the riches, booked the ? | |
Like fuck ya ?, nigga BReal | |
Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge | |
We take it to the | |
Darkside, gettin' in your head | |
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock | |
Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed? | |
While you fuckin' with the | |
Soul Assassins in the dark town | |
And all my latin dogniggas get to hold it down | |
Now your violatin' ' cos you haters know i' m waitin' | |
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot | |
With the handle cocked Hook 2 Kurupt Sen Dog repeat 2x | |
Here is something, that | |
I think you just can t understand | |
How I could just kill a man! | |
And you wonder why and how it is | |
I could just kill a man | |
How I could just kill a man! | |
You see, in these streets | |
I pack my heat cuz should it be for real | |
How I could just kill a man! | |
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel | |
How I could just kill a man! Outro Kurupt | |
You just don' t understand | |
How I could just, kill a man yeah | |
La la la la, la la la lala |
zuò cí : Brown, Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
Yeah bitch | |
Dogpound and | |
Cypress you fuckers | |
What you think about that? | |
You brother' s don' t got it | |
Brizzle you know it, fo' shizzle | |
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle | |
Relax by the kizzle | |
An' go get us a couple hizzles | |
You dizzles | |
Yeah with | |
Muggs What it is | |
SEN DOOOOO | |
OOOOOG! Keep it real gangster | |
Yeah, BReal, whaddya gotta say? BReal | |
Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on | |
Before things start to happen and | |
I lose my calm, | |
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup Yeah, | |
Smoking on a | |
Kush Weed, not giving a | |
Fuck, Rhyme | |
Flow, Mackohoes and stack dough! | |
But niggas wanna do shit to make me react | |
So " Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga | |
Haning on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga | |
You can t feel me without the | |
Braile I m like that shit that will catch you without the | |
Yale Make busters pale ' cos they seen too much | |
But really what they saw was me and | |
Kurupt Chorus Repeat 4x BReal | |
Here is something you can' t understand Sen Dog | |
How I Could | |
Just Kill | |
A Man Kurupt | |
Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries | |
You gotta be real like me and | |
BReal See you shoot, you ride but we kill | |
Concentrate unloadin' our steel | |
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will | |
Riding on niggas that when the ? spilled | |
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, | |
Hannibal ? and unmanageable | |
What you gonna get, nigga? ? | |
I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by ? | |
Get em up drive by, | |
Watch em gone drive by | |
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die | |
You niggas really don' t know shit, | |
I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb | |
BIATCH! Hook 1 Kurupt repeat 2x | |
Here is something that they just don' t get | |
I don' t give a fuck nigga, | |
I don t give a shit | |
Here is something that they just know | |
Back Crack to | |
Fo, creepin' through the back door Kurupt | |
I just DOP | |
E BLAST ' em... BReal ... ' | |
Cos I ain t finished yet | |
I see remains of someone you ain' t deminished yet | |
We re like a pack of panorama | |
In Your Soul | |
Assessino | |
Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama | |
East side, do or die? | |
Niggas wanna ride | |
Hitting switches in the | |
Cadillac, getting thru real high ' | |
Cos we live this, ? this, beatin' like a pistol whip | |
Don' t pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip Sen Dog | |
I' m ignorin' all the | |
DUMB SHIT, ' cos these vatos can' t hang | |
With the Mad | |
Dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs | |
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business | |
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness | |
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen | |
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches | |
That' s what you get when you fuck with the | |
Real Hardcore | |
Nigga said " Pack That Steel" Chorus 4x Kurupt | |
Yeah The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans | |
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces | |
The " I Don' t Give A Fuck" committee' s just arrived | |
With millis and fiftyfives | |
Homicidally, | |
I' ve seperated the busters | |
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches | |
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches | |
Stole the riches, booked the ? | |
Like fuck ya ?, nigga BReal | |
Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge | |
We take it to the | |
Darkside, gettin' in your head | |
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock | |
Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed? | |
While you fuckin' with the | |
Soul Assassins in the dark town | |
And all my latin dogniggas get to hold it down | |
Now your violatin' ' cos you haters know i' m waitin' | |
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot | |
With the handle cocked Hook 2 Kurupt Sen Dog repeat 2x | |
Here is something, that | |
I think you just can t understand | |
How I could just kill a man! | |
And you wonder why and how it is | |
I could just kill a man | |
How I could just kill a man! | |
You see, in these streets | |
I pack my heat cuz should it be for real | |
How I could just kill a man! | |
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel | |
How I could just kill a man! Outro Kurupt | |
You just don' t understand | |
How I could just, kill a man yeah | |
La la la la, la la la lala |