| 作词 : Martin, Smith | |
| mr. nigga | |
| Say ho, everybody say ho | |
| Bop-po quay yo | |
| I said take it slow like way back in the day-yo | |
| Bop-po quay yo, everybody say ho | |
| Everybody say hooooo- hooo | |
| Everybody say ho | |
| And check it out now | |
| Who is cat eating out on the town | |
| And make the whole dining room turn they head around | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Who be riding up in the highrise elevator | |
| Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| They try to play him like a chump | |
| Cause he got what they want | |
| He under thirty years old | |
| But already he's a pro | |
| Designer trousers slung low | |
| Because his pockets stay swoll' | |
| Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go | |
| Vip at the club, backstage at the show | |
| (yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes | |
| Hottest whips on the road | |
| Neck and wrists on froze (say word) | |
| Checks with o's o-o-o-o-ohs | |
| Straight all across the globe | |
| Watch got three time-zones | |
| Keep a digital phone up to his dome | |
| Two assistants | |
| Two bank accounts, two homes | |
| One problem | |
| Even with the o's on his check | |
| The po-po stop him and show no respect | |
| "is there a problem officer?" | |
| Damn straight, it's called race | |
| That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase | |
| Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case | |
| You livin large, your skin is dark | |
| They flash a light in your face | |
| Now, who is cat dining out on the town | |
| Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Now, who is the cat at armani buying wears | |
| With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here? | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| Nigga nigga | |
| Yo, the abstract with the mighty mos def | |
| White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe | |
| "i didn't say it.." | |
| But they'll say it out loud again | |
| When they deal with their close associates and friends | |
| You know | |
| Sneak it in with they friends at the job | |
| Happy hour at the bar | |
| While this song is in they car | |
| And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed | |
| Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel | |
| Like, late night i'm on a first class flight | |
| The only brother in sight | |
| The flight attendent catch fright | |
| I sit down in my seat, 2c | |
| She approach officially talking about, "excuse me" | |
| Her lips curl up into a tight space | |
| She don't believe that i'm in the right place | |
| Showed her my boarding pass, | |
| And then she sort of gasped | |
| All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass | |
| An hour later here she comes by walking past | |
| "i hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" | |
| They stay on nigga patrol on american roads | |
| And when you travel abroad they got world nigga laws | |
| Some folks get on a plane go as they please | |
| But i go over seas and i get over siezed | |
| London-heathro, me and my people | |
| They think that illegal's a synonym for negro | |
| Far away places, customs agents flagrant | |
| They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases | |
| Bags inspected, now we arrested | |
| Attention directed to contents of our intestines | |
| Urinanalyis followed by x-rays | |
| Interegated and detained to damn near the next day | |
| No evidence, no appology and no regard | |
| Even for the big american rap star | |
| For us especially, us most especially, | |
| A mr nigga vip jail cell just for me | |
| "if i knew you were coming i'd have baked a cake | |
| Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face" | |
| They say they want you successful | |
| But then they make it stressful | |
| You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo | |
| Now, who is cat riding out on the town | |
| State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill | |
| They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| Nigga nigga nigga | |
| You can laugh and criticize michael jackson if you wanna | |
| Woody allen, molested and married his step-daughter | |
| Same press kicking dirt on michael's name | |
| Show woody and soon-ye at the playoff game, holding hands | |
| Sit back and just bug, think about that | |
| Would he get that type of dap if his name was woody black? | |
| Oj found innocent by a jury of his peers | |
| They been fucking with that nigga for last five years | |
| Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? | |
| Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white? | |
| If white boys doing it, well, it's success | |
| When i start doing, well, it's suspect | |
| Don't hate me, my folks is poor, i just got money | |
| America's five centuries deep in cotton money | |
| You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up | |
| It's new, y'all living off of slave traders paper | |
| But i'm a live though, yo i'm a live though | |
| Putting up the big swing for my kids yo | |
| Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo | |
| I'm a get her them pretty bay windows | |
| I'm a cop a nice home to provide in | |
| A safe environment for seeds to reside in | |
| A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in | |
| And if i'm still mr nigga, i won't find it suprising |
| zuo ci : Martin, Smith | |
| mr. nigga | |
| Say ho, everybody say ho | |
| Boppo quay yo | |
| I said take it slow like way back in the dayyo | |
| Boppo quay yo, everybody say ho | |
| Everybody say hooooo hooo | |
| Everybody say ho | |
| And check it out now | |
| Who is cat eating out on the town | |
| And make the whole dining room turn they head around | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Who be riding up in the highrise elevator | |
| Other tenants who be praying they ain' t the new neighbor | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| They try to play him like a chump | |
| Cause he got what they want | |
| He under thirty years old | |
| But already he' s a pro | |
| Designer trousers slung low | |
| Because his pockets stay swoll' | |
| Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go | |
| Vip at the club, backstage at the show | |
| yes y' all the best crib, the best clothes | |
| Hottest whips on the road | |
| Neck and wrists on froze say word | |
| Checks with o' s ooooohs | |
| Straight all across the globe | |
| Watch got three timezones | |
| Keep a digital phone up to his dome | |
| Two assistants | |
| Two bank accounts, two homes | |
| One problem | |
| Even with the o' s on his check | |
| The popo stop him and show no respect | |
| " is there a problem officer?" | |
| Damn straight, it' s called race | |
| That motivate the jake woowoo to give chase | |
| Say they want you successful, but that ain' t the case | |
| You livin large, your skin is dark | |
| They flash a light in your face | |
| Now, who is cat dining out on the town | |
| Me' tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Now, who is the cat at armani buying wears | |
| With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here? | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| Nigga nigga | |
| Yo, the abstract with the mighty mos def | |
| White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe | |
| " i didn' t say it.." | |
| But they' ll say it out loud again | |
| When they deal with their close associates and friends | |
| You know | |
| Sneak it in with they friends at the job | |
| Happy hour at the bar | |
| While this song is in they car | |
| And even if they' ve never said it, lips stay sealed | |
| Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel | |
| Like, late night i' m on a first class flight | |
| The only brother in sight | |
| The flight attendent catch fright | |
| I sit down in my seat, 2c | |
| She approach officially talking about, " excuse me" | |
| Her lips curl up into a tight space | |
| She don' t believe that i' m in the right place | |
| Showed her my boarding pass, | |
| And then she sort of gasped | |
| All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass | |
| An hour later here she comes by walking past | |
| " i hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" | |
| They stay on nigga patrol on american roads | |
| And when you travel abroad they got world nigga laws | |
| Some folks get on a plane go as they please | |
| But i go over seas and i get over siezed | |
| Londonheathro, me and my people | |
| They think that illegal' s a synonym for negro | |
| Far away places, customs agents flagrant | |
| They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases | |
| Bags inspected, now we arrested | |
| Attention directed to contents of our intestines | |
| Urinanalyis followed by xrays | |
| Interegated and detained to damn near the next day | |
| No evidence, no appology and no regard | |
| Even for the big american rap star | |
| For us especially, us most especially, | |
| A mr nigga vip jail cell just for me | |
| " if i knew you were coming i' d have baked a cake | |
| Just got some shoepolish, painted my face" | |
| They say they want you successful | |
| But then they make it stressful | |
| You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo | |
| Now, who is cat riding out on the town | |
| State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill | |
| They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| Nigga nigga nigga | |
| You can laugh and criticize michael jackson if you wanna | |
| Woody allen, molested and married his stepdaughter | |
| Same press kicking dirt on michael' s name | |
| Show woody and soonye at the playoff game, holding hands | |
| Sit back and just bug, think about that | |
| Would he get that type of dap if his name was woody black? | |
| Oj found innocent by a jury of his peers | |
| They been fucking with that nigga for last five years | |
| Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? | |
| Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white? | |
| If white boys doing it, well, it' s success | |
| When i start doing, well, it' s suspect | |
| Don' t hate me, my folks is poor, i just got money | |
| America' s five centuries deep in cotton money | |
| You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up | |
| It' s new, y' all living off of slave traders paper | |
| But i' m a live though, yo i' m a live though | |
| Putting up the big swing for my kids yo | |
| Got my mom the fat waterfront crib yo | |
| I' m a get her them pretty bay windows | |
| I' m a cop a nice home to provide in | |
| A safe environment for seeds to reside in | |
| A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in | |
| And if i' m still mr nigga, i won' t find it suprising |
| zuò cí : Martin, Smith | |
| mr. nigga | |
| Say ho, everybody say ho | |
| Boppo quay yo | |
| I said take it slow like way back in the dayyo | |
| Boppo quay yo, everybody say ho | |
| Everybody say hooooo hooo | |
| Everybody say ho | |
| And check it out now | |
| Who is cat eating out on the town | |
| And make the whole dining room turn they head around | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Who be riding up in the highrise elevator | |
| Other tenants who be praying they ain' t the new neighbor | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| They try to play him like a chump | |
| Cause he got what they want | |
| He under thirty years old | |
| But already he' s a pro | |
| Designer trousers slung low | |
| Because his pockets stay swoll' | |
| Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go | |
| Vip at the club, backstage at the show | |
| yes y' all the best crib, the best clothes | |
| Hottest whips on the road | |
| Neck and wrists on froze say word | |
| Checks with o' s ooooohs | |
| Straight all across the globe | |
| Watch got three timezones | |
| Keep a digital phone up to his dome | |
| Two assistants | |
| Two bank accounts, two homes | |
| One problem | |
| Even with the o' s on his check | |
| The popo stop him and show no respect | |
| " is there a problem officer?" | |
| Damn straight, it' s called race | |
| That motivate the jake woowoo to give chase | |
| Say they want you successful, but that ain' t the case | |
| You livin large, your skin is dark | |
| They flash a light in your face | |
| Now, who is cat dining out on the town | |
| Me' tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Now, who is the cat at armani buying wears | |
| With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here? | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| Nigga nigga | |
| Yo, the abstract with the mighty mos def | |
| White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe | |
| " i didn' t say it.." | |
| But they' ll say it out loud again | |
| When they deal with their close associates and friends | |
| You know | |
| Sneak it in with they friends at the job | |
| Happy hour at the bar | |
| While this song is in they car | |
| And even if they' ve never said it, lips stay sealed | |
| Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel | |
| Like, late night i' m on a first class flight | |
| The only brother in sight | |
| The flight attendent catch fright | |
| I sit down in my seat, 2c | |
| She approach officially talking about, " excuse me" | |
| Her lips curl up into a tight space | |
| She don' t believe that i' m in the right place | |
| Showed her my boarding pass, | |
| And then she sort of gasped | |
| All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass | |
| An hour later here she comes by walking past | |
| " i hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" | |
| They stay on nigga patrol on american roads | |
| And when you travel abroad they got world nigga laws | |
| Some folks get on a plane go as they please | |
| But i go over seas and i get over siezed | |
| Londonheathro, me and my people | |
| They think that illegal' s a synonym for negro | |
| Far away places, customs agents flagrant | |
| They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases | |
| Bags inspected, now we arrested | |
| Attention directed to contents of our intestines | |
| Urinanalyis followed by xrays | |
| Interegated and detained to damn near the next day | |
| No evidence, no appology and no regard | |
| Even for the big american rap star | |
| For us especially, us most especially, | |
| A mr nigga vip jail cell just for me | |
| " if i knew you were coming i' d have baked a cake | |
| Just got some shoepolish, painted my face" | |
| They say they want you successful | |
| But then they make it stressful | |
| You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo | |
| Now, who is cat riding out on the town | |
| State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| He got the speakers in the trunk | |
| With the bass on crunk | |
| Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill | |
| They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real | |
| Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
| Nigga nigga nigga | |
| You can laugh and criticize michael jackson if you wanna | |
| Woody allen, molested and married his stepdaughter | |
| Same press kicking dirt on michael' s name | |
| Show woody and soonye at the playoff game, holding hands | |
| Sit back and just bug, think about that | |
| Would he get that type of dap if his name was woody black? | |
| Oj found innocent by a jury of his peers | |
| They been fucking with that nigga for last five years | |
| Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? | |
| Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white? | |
| If white boys doing it, well, it' s success | |
| When i start doing, well, it' s suspect | |
| Don' t hate me, my folks is poor, i just got money | |
| America' s five centuries deep in cotton money | |
| You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up | |
| It' s new, y' all living off of slave traders paper | |
| But i' m a live though, yo i' m a live though | |
| Putting up the big swing for my kids yo | |
| Got my mom the fat waterfront crib yo | |
| I' m a get her them pretty bay windows | |
| I' m a cop a nice home to provide in | |
| A safe environment for seeds to reside in | |
| A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in | |
| And if i' m still mr nigga, i won' t find it suprising |
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