6 To 14 In 12 Lyrics
| Song | 6 To 14 In 12 |
| Artist | YoungBloodZ |
| Album | Against Da Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Grigsby, Joseph, Willis | |
| 6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as hell | |
| It ain't no mo' going to jail' | |
| Cuz my folk ain't got no mo' bail' | |
| Cuz first it's me, and then it's you | |
| I say first it's me, and then it's you | |
| Now over the years as a | |
| Youngblood, | |
| I done walked out and fought | |
| There's a cost to being brought up, and still | |
| I ain't gave a fuck | |
| Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come | |
| They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums | |
| Sometimes | |
| I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped | |
| With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back | |
| Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip | |
| So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you | |
| Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it | |
| Before they catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own | |
| Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town | |
| Taking what is left6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as hell | |
| It ain't no mo' going to jail' | |
| Cuz my folk ain't got no mo' bail' | |
| Cuz first it's me, and then it's you | |
| I say first it's me, and then it's you | |
| I woke up quick, thought it was about noon | |
| These drawls had me gone, | |
| Victorias and perfume | |
| See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad | |
| Just yesterday got my insurance and tag | |
| Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flat | |
| Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag | |
| Now see I'm in the ‘ | |
| Lac so I ain't drivin' too fast | |
| Just my luck, | |
| I creeps up on they ass | |
| The police study beats, settin' up this road block | |
| Found out the hard way it's only 10 o'clock | |
| And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight | |
| Gave 'em all my shit, pulled over to the right | |
| And what was said in my head, "Now I'm all fucked up" | |
| Like my square, | |
| Sir, tell me what is all this for? | |
| I ain't did a damn thang, but | |
| I'm back in this wagon | |
| Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still braggin' | |
| Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be 'bout? | |
| Tell me where the fuck | |
| I'm going, how the hell | |
| I get out? | |
| See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk | |
| See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope | |
| Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in court6 to 14 in 12, you’re too slow | |
| Hey, what's up man? | |
| Hey, let me get one of them squares from you folk | |
| I hope these niggas at the house man | |
| Damn man, these folk got me down here‘ | |
| Bout some motherfuckin' driver's license man | |
| What kinda shit is that man? | |
| Made my hoe walk to the house | |
| Man, I hope these niggas at the crib man | |
| I gotta get the hell up outta here now | |
| That's on the blow | |
| Man, these niggas ain't at the attic, man | |
| Man, fuck this shit, man | |
| I gotta call my momma, man fuck this | |
| Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl | |
| Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode | |
| They took my license, so now my shit is gone | |
| But me and this | |
| Cadillac, we got a mind of our own | |
| Wood grain, hill daddy tight | |
| Ready to stomp the gas when | |
| I see a flashin' blue light | |
| The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the right | |
| Police be takin' out your ass, cash low | |
| Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the time | |
| Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind | |
| Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line | |
| Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find | |
| It's 6 to 14 and | |
| I ain't fuckin' around | |
| I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit' | |
| Now what the hell just done happened? | |
| As I'm lost in this shit | |
| Off in these cuts, doing what | |
| I gotta do, just as | |
| I reap bail | |
| And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what | |
| I do wellAnd dat is your last remark | |
| So don't you start comin' around up here up after dark | |
| Thinkin' you hard, with no regard' | |
| Cause see | |
| I'm a hit you where it hurts | |
| Quenches the thirst, you in the curse | |
| Makin’ it bad from worse off in the hearst | |
| From what you done did | |
| I kid you not, | |
| Youngbloodz and | |
| Attic Crew | |
| And takin' shit just as you rottin' | |
| Nigga |
| zuo qu : Grigsby, Joseph, Willis | |
| 6 to 14 in 12, y' all motherfuckers slow as hell | |
| It ain' t no mo' going to jail' | |
| Cuz my folk ain' t got no mo' bail' | |
| Cuz first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| I say first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| Now over the years as a | |
| Youngblood, | |
| I done walked out and fought | |
| There' s a cost to being brought up, and still | |
| I ain' t gave a fuck | |
| Not easier said than done, it don' t matter how many come | |
| They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums | |
| Sometimes | |
| I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped | |
| With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back | |
| Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip | |
| So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you | |
| Takin' you for granted, so nigga you' d besta handle it | |
| Before they catch you slanted, don' t panic, you on your own | |
| Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town | |
| Taking what is left6 to 14 in 12, y' all motherfuckers slow as hell | |
| It ain' t no mo' going to jail' | |
| Cuz my folk ain' t got no mo' bail' | |
| Cuz first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| I say first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| I woke up quick, thought it was about noon | |
| These drawls had me gone, | |
| Victorias and perfume | |
| See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad | |
| Just yesterday got my insurance and tag | |
| Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flat | |
| Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag | |
| Now see I' m in the ' | |
| Lac so I ain' t drivin' too fast | |
| Just my luck, | |
| I creeps up on they ass | |
| The police study beats, settin' up this road block | |
| Found out the hard way it' s only 10 o' clock | |
| And ain' t no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight | |
| Gave ' em all my shit, pulled over to the right | |
| And what was said in my head, " Now I' m all fucked up" | |
| Like my square, | |
| Sir, tell me what is all this for? | |
| I ain' t did a damn thang, but | |
| I' m back in this wagon | |
| Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still braggin' | |
| Ain' t a damn thang funny, what the hell this be ' bout? | |
| Tell me where the fuck | |
| I' m going, how the hell | |
| I get out? | |
| See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk | |
| See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope | |
| Now I' m out this bitch, see your ass in court6 to 14 in 12, you' re too slow | |
| Hey, what' s up man? | |
| Hey, let me get one of them squares from you folk | |
| I hope these niggas at the house man | |
| Damn man, these folk got me down here' | |
| Bout some motherfuckin' driver' s license man | |
| What kinda shit is that man? | |
| Made my hoe walk to the house | |
| Man, I hope these niggas at the crib man | |
| I gotta get the hell up outta here now | |
| That' s on the blow | |
| Man, these niggas ain' t at the attic, man | |
| Man, fuck this shit, man | |
| I gotta call my momma, man fuck this | |
| Bologna slab was thick, ain' t no grits in my bowl | |
| Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode | |
| They took my license, so now my shit is gone | |
| But me and this | |
| Cadillac, we got a mind of our own | |
| Wood grain, hill daddy tight | |
| Ready to stomp the gas when | |
| I see a flashin' blue light | |
| The reason that we ride like this, ain' t got the funds to get the right | |
| Police be takin' out your ass, cash low | |
| Ain' t got no place to stash my dope, at the time | |
| Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind | |
| Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line | |
| Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find | |
| It' s 6 to 14 and | |
| I ain' t fuckin' around | |
| I can' t help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can' t fuck wit' | |
| Now what the hell just done happened? | |
| As I' m lost in this shit | |
| Off in these cuts, doing what | |
| I gotta do, just as | |
| I reap bail | |
| And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what | |
| I do wellAnd dat is your last remark | |
| So don' t you start comin' around up here up after dark | |
| Thinkin' you hard, with no regard' | |
| Cause see | |
| I' m a hit you where it hurts | |
| Quenches the thirst, you in the curse | |
| Makin' it bad from worse off in the hearst | |
| From what you done did | |
| I kid you not, | |
| Youngbloodz and | |
| Attic Crew | |
| And takin' shit just as you rottin' | |
| Nigga |
| zuò qǔ : Grigsby, Joseph, Willis | |
| 6 to 14 in 12, y' all motherfuckers slow as hell | |
| It ain' t no mo' going to jail' | |
| Cuz my folk ain' t got no mo' bail' | |
| Cuz first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| I say first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| Now over the years as a | |
| Youngblood, | |
| I done walked out and fought | |
| There' s a cost to being brought up, and still | |
| I ain' t gave a fuck | |
| Not easier said than done, it don' t matter how many come | |
| They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums | |
| Sometimes | |
| I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped | |
| With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back | |
| Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip | |
| So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you | |
| Takin' you for granted, so nigga you' d besta handle it | |
| Before they catch you slanted, don' t panic, you on your own | |
| Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town | |
| Taking what is left6 to 14 in 12, y' all motherfuckers slow as hell | |
| It ain' t no mo' going to jail' | |
| Cuz my folk ain' t got no mo' bail' | |
| Cuz first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| I say first it' s me, and then it' s you | |
| I woke up quick, thought it was about noon | |
| These drawls had me gone, | |
| Victorias and perfume | |
| See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad | |
| Just yesterday got my insurance and tag | |
| Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flat | |
| Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag | |
| Now see I' m in the ' | |
| Lac so I ain' t drivin' too fast | |
| Just my luck, | |
| I creeps up on they ass | |
| The police study beats, settin' up this road block | |
| Found out the hard way it' s only 10 o' clock | |
| And ain' t no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight | |
| Gave ' em all my shit, pulled over to the right | |
| And what was said in my head, " Now I' m all fucked up" | |
| Like my square, | |
| Sir, tell me what is all this for? | |
| I ain' t did a damn thang, but | |
| I' m back in this wagon | |
| Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still braggin' | |
| Ain' t a damn thang funny, what the hell this be ' bout? | |
| Tell me where the fuck | |
| I' m going, how the hell | |
| I get out? | |
| See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk | |
| See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope | |
| Now I' m out this bitch, see your ass in court6 to 14 in 12, you' re too slow | |
| Hey, what' s up man? | |
| Hey, let me get one of them squares from you folk | |
| I hope these niggas at the house man | |
| Damn man, these folk got me down here' | |
| Bout some motherfuckin' driver' s license man | |
| What kinda shit is that man? | |
| Made my hoe walk to the house | |
| Man, I hope these niggas at the crib man | |
| I gotta get the hell up outta here now | |
| That' s on the blow | |
| Man, these niggas ain' t at the attic, man | |
| Man, fuck this shit, man | |
| I gotta call my momma, man fuck this | |
| Bologna slab was thick, ain' t no grits in my bowl | |
| Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode | |
| They took my license, so now my shit is gone | |
| But me and this | |
| Cadillac, we got a mind of our own | |
| Wood grain, hill daddy tight | |
| Ready to stomp the gas when | |
| I see a flashin' blue light | |
| The reason that we ride like this, ain' t got the funds to get the right | |
| Police be takin' out your ass, cash low | |
| Ain' t got no place to stash my dope, at the time | |
| Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind | |
| Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line | |
| Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find | |
| It' s 6 to 14 and | |
| I ain' t fuckin' around | |
| I can' t help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can' t fuck wit' | |
| Now what the hell just done happened? | |
| As I' m lost in this shit | |
| Off in these cuts, doing what | |
| I gotta do, just as | |
| I reap bail | |
| And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what | |
| I do wellAnd dat is your last remark | |
| So don' t you start comin' around up here up after dark | |
| Thinkin' you hard, with no regard' | |
| Cause see | |
| I' m a hit you where it hurts | |
| Quenches the thirst, you in the curse | |
| Makin' it bad from worse off in the hearst | |
| From what you done did | |
| I kid you not, | |
| Youngbloodz and | |
| Attic Crew | |
| And takin' shit just as you rottin' | |
| Nigga |
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