| 作曲 : Cornell Haynes & Jason Epperson | |
| Aight, yeah | |
| Hot shitE-40, um | |
| I'm goin'Let me breathe on ya, man | |
| Let me speak upon a man | |
| Let me teach you somethin' about this game | |
| Let me show you how to swing | |
| Push pedal, that candy cane | |
| On the turf where the law can't scare me, yeah | |
| Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy | |
| Livin' that turf, like me and my family | |
| Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent | |
| Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent | |
| Me and my folks we on one, on one | |
| We don't be trippin' off that, nothin' | |
| Players about to be somethin', somethin' | |
| A music and beat be somethin', somethin' | |
| Where the | |
| Louie at man, where the | |
| Louie the | |
| Thirteenth | |
| E-40 and the | |
| Lunatics off to drink | |
| Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink | |
| I'm so throwed, | |
| I need a shrink | |
| I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink | |
| Right back up with the bunnies and | |
| HennGettin that hunny with the peaches and cream | |
| Not a main thing but a one night flang | |
| Do my thug things, livin' off the king pin | |
| Household thug, for all up in my business26 inch chrome rims spin | |
| Don't check me, check your chick man | |
| Yeah, hot shit | |
| Boss floss, boss floss | |
| You lose, you lost, you lose, you lost | |
| True false, true false | |
| Hoes cost, hoes cost | |
| What do I look like spendin' my way | |
| But man hunny, better pay me paper man | |
| Man, I'm a honey mackin', | |
| Hillside hustler man | |
| The Hillside didn't raise no buster man | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. Louis, rollin' on dubs | |
| Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like | |
| Cocoa Puffs | |
| Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed | |
| Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs | |
| And it's all because 'ccumulated enough scratch | |
| Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome | |
| And it's candy painted, fans fainted while | |
| I'm entertainin' | |
| Wild ain't it? | |
| How me and money end up hangin' | |
| Plus I hang with | |
| Hannibal Lector, hot shit | |
| So feel me when | |
| I bring it, sing it loud, what? | |
| I'm from the | |
| Lou and I'm proud | |
| Run a mile for the cause, | |
| I'm righteous above the law | |
| Playa my style's raw, | |
| I'm 'Born to | |
| Mack' like | |
| Todd ShawForget the fame and the glamor | |
| Give me D's with a rubber hammer | |
| My grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic | |
| Fuck bionic it's ironic | |
| Slammin' niggaz like | |
| OnyxLunatics 'til the day | |
| I dieI run more game than the | |
| Bulls and | |
| SonicsI'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz? | |
| Loud niggaz, | |
| O.K. Corral niggaz | |
| Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga | |
| How nigga? | |
| Ask me again and it's goin' down nigga | |
| Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga | |
| Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when | |
| I'm around nigga | |
| Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when | |
| I leave the town nigga | |
| Say now, can you hoes come out to play now | |
| Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now | |
| Play by my rules | |
| Boo and you gon' stay high | |
| May I answer yo ' | |
| Third Question' like | |
| A.ISay hi to my niggaz left in the slammer | |
| From St. Louis to | |
| Memphis, from | |
| Texas back up to | |
| IndianaChi- | |
| Town, K.C., | |
| Motown to | |
| AlabamaL-A, | |
| New York Yankee niggaz to | |
| HotlantaLouisiana, all my niggaz with ' | |
| Country Grammar' | |
| Smokin' blunts in | |
| SavannahBlow thirty mill' like | |
| I'm Hammer | |
| I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| Let's show these cats how to make these millions | |
| So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon' | |
| Kid' quicker than ' | |
| Billy', mon | |
| Talkin' really and | |
| I need it mon | |
| Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off | |
| Remi, monKeys to my | |
| Beemer, mon, holla at | |
| Beenie Man | |
| See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon | |
| Through Jennings mon, through | |
| U-City back up to | |
| KingslandWith nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz | |
| Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, hot shit | |
| Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober | |
| From broke to havin' brokers my price | |
| Range is Rover | |
| Now I'm knockin' like | |
| Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now | |
| Bill Gates, | |
| Donald Trump let me in now | |
| Spin now, | |
| I got money to lend my friends now | |
| We in now, candy | |
| Benz, Kenwood and 10"s nowI win now, fuckin' lesbian twins nowSeein' now, through the pen I make my ends nowI'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shitShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it goShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| zuo qu : Cornell Haynes Jason Epperson | |
| Aight, yeah | |
| Hot shitE40, um | |
| I' m goin' Let me breathe on ya, man | |
| Let me speak upon a man | |
| Let me teach you somethin' about this game | |
| Let me show you how to swing | |
| Push pedal, that candy cane | |
| On the turf where the law can' t scare me, yeah | |
| Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy | |
| Livin' that turf, like me and my family | |
| Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent | |
| Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent | |
| Me and my folks we on one, on one | |
| We don' t be trippin' off that, nothin' | |
| Players about to be somethin', somethin' | |
| A music and beat be somethin', somethin' | |
| Where the | |
| Louie at man, where the | |
| Louie the | |
| Thirteenth | |
| E40 and the | |
| Lunatics off to drink | |
| Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink | |
| I' m so throwed, | |
| I need a shrink | |
| I' m so throw, throwin' up in the sink | |
| Right back up with the bunnies and | |
| HennGettin that hunny with the peaches and cream | |
| Not a main thing but a one night flang | |
| Do my thug things, livin' off the king pin | |
| Household thug, for all up in my business26 inch chrome rims spin | |
| Don' t check me, check your chick man | |
| Yeah, hot shit | |
| Boss floss, boss floss | |
| You lose, you lost, you lose, you lost | |
| True false, true false | |
| Hoes cost, hoes cost | |
| What do I look like spendin' my way | |
| But man hunny, better pay me paper man | |
| Man, I' m a honey mackin', | |
| Hillside hustler man | |
| The Hillside didn' t raise no buster man | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. Louis, rollin' on dubs | |
| Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like | |
| Cocoa Puffs | |
| Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed | |
| Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs | |
| And it' s all because ' ccumulated enough scratch | |
| Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome | |
| And it' s candy painted, fans fainted while | |
| I' m entertainin' | |
| Wild ain' t it? | |
| How me and money end up hangin' | |
| Plus I hang with | |
| Hannibal Lector, hot shit | |
| So feel me when | |
| I bring it, sing it loud, what? | |
| I' m from the | |
| Lou and I' m proud | |
| Run a mile for the cause, | |
| I' m righteous above the law | |
| Playa my style' s raw, | |
| I' m ' Born to | |
| Mack' like | |
| Todd ShawForget the fame and the glamor | |
| Give me D' s with a rubber hammer | |
| My grammar be' s ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic | |
| Fuck bionic it' s ironic | |
| Slammin' niggaz like | |
| OnyxLunatics ' til the day | |
| I dieI run more game than the | |
| Bulls and | |
| SonicsI' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| I' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| Who say pretty boys can' t be wild niggaz? | |
| Loud niggaz, | |
| O. K. Corral niggaz | |
| Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga | |
| How nigga? | |
| Ask me again and it' s goin' down nigga | |
| Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga | |
| Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when | |
| I' m around nigga | |
| Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when | |
| I leave the town nigga | |
| Say now, can you hoes come out to play now | |
| Hey, I' m ready to cut you up any day now | |
| Play by my rules | |
| Boo and you gon' stay high | |
| May I answer yo ' | |
| Third Question' like | |
| A. ISay hi to my niggaz left in the slammer | |
| From St. Louis to | |
| Memphis, from | |
| Texas back up to | |
| IndianaChi | |
| Town, K. C., | |
| Motown to | |
| AlabamaLA, | |
| New York Yankee niggaz to | |
| HotlantaLouisiana, all my niggaz with ' | |
| Country Grammar' | |
| Smokin' blunts in | |
| SavannahBlow thirty mill' like | |
| I' m Hammer | |
| I' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| I' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| Let' s show these cats how to make these millions | |
| So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon' | |
| Kid' quicker than ' | |
| Billy', mon | |
| Talkin' really and | |
| I need it mon | |
| Flows I kick ' em freely mon, ' specially off | |
| Remi, monKeys to my | |
| Beemer, mon, holla at | |
| Beenie Man | |
| See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon | |
| Through Jennings mon, through | |
| UCity back up to | |
| KingslandWith nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz | |
| Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, hot shit | |
| Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober | |
| From broke to havin' brokers my price | |
| Range is Rover | |
| Now I' m knockin' like | |
| Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now | |
| Bill Gates, | |
| Donald Trump let me in now | |
| Spin now, | |
| I got money to lend my friends now | |
| We in now, candy | |
| Benz, Kenwood and 10" s nowI win now, fuckin' lesbian twins nowSeein' now, through the pen I make my ends nowI' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shitShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it goShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
| zuò qǔ : Cornell Haynes Jason Epperson | |
| Aight, yeah | |
| Hot shitE40, um | |
| I' m goin' Let me breathe on ya, man | |
| Let me speak upon a man | |
| Let me teach you somethin' about this game | |
| Let me show you how to swing | |
| Push pedal, that candy cane | |
| On the turf where the law can' t scare me, yeah | |
| Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy | |
| Livin' that turf, like me and my family | |
| Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent | |
| Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent | |
| Me and my folks we on one, on one | |
| We don' t be trippin' off that, nothin' | |
| Players about to be somethin', somethin' | |
| A music and beat be somethin', somethin' | |
| Where the | |
| Louie at man, where the | |
| Louie the | |
| Thirteenth | |
| E40 and the | |
| Lunatics off to drink | |
| Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink | |
| I' m so throwed, | |
| I need a shrink | |
| I' m so throw, throwin' up in the sink | |
| Right back up with the bunnies and | |
| HennGettin that hunny with the peaches and cream | |
| Not a main thing but a one night flang | |
| Do my thug things, livin' off the king pin | |
| Household thug, for all up in my business26 inch chrome rims spin | |
| Don' t check me, check your chick man | |
| Yeah, hot shit | |
| Boss floss, boss floss | |
| You lose, you lost, you lose, you lost | |
| True false, true false | |
| Hoes cost, hoes cost | |
| What do I look like spendin' my way | |
| But man hunny, better pay me paper man | |
| Man, I' m a honey mackin', | |
| Hillside hustler man | |
| The Hillside didn' t raise no buster man | |
| You can find me in | |
| St. Louis, rollin' on dubs | |
| Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like | |
| Cocoa Puffs | |
| Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed | |
| Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs | |
| And it' s all because ' ccumulated enough scratch | |
| Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome | |
| And it' s candy painted, fans fainted while | |
| I' m entertainin' | |
| Wild ain' t it? | |
| How me and money end up hangin' | |
| Plus I hang with | |
| Hannibal Lector, hot shit | |
| So feel me when | |
| I bring it, sing it loud, what? | |
| I' m from the | |
| Lou and I' m proud | |
| Run a mile for the cause, | |
| I' m righteous above the law | |
| Playa my style' s raw, | |
| I' m ' Born to | |
| Mack' like | |
| Todd ShawForget the fame and the glamor | |
| Give me D' s with a rubber hammer | |
| My grammar be' s ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic | |
| Fuck bionic it' s ironic | |
| Slammin' niggaz like | |
| OnyxLunatics ' til the day | |
| I dieI run more game than the | |
| Bulls and | |
| SonicsI' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| I' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| Who say pretty boys can' t be wild niggaz? | |
| Loud niggaz, | |
| O. K. Corral niggaz | |
| Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga | |
| How nigga? | |
| Ask me again and it' s goin' down nigga | |
| Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga | |
| Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when | |
| I' m around nigga | |
| Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when | |
| I leave the town nigga | |
| Say now, can you hoes come out to play now | |
| Hey, I' m ready to cut you up any day now | |
| Play by my rules | |
| Boo and you gon' stay high | |
| May I answer yo ' | |
| Third Question' like | |
| A. ISay hi to my niggaz left in the slammer | |
| From St. Louis to | |
| Memphis, from | |
| Texas back up to | |
| IndianaChi | |
| Town, K. C., | |
| Motown to | |
| AlabamaLA, | |
| New York Yankee niggaz to | |
| HotlantaLouisiana, all my niggaz with ' | |
| Country Grammar' | |
| Smokin' blunts in | |
| SavannahBlow thirty mill' like | |
| I' m Hammer | |
| I' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| I' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a | |
| Range Rover | |
| Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go | |
| Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? | |
| Listen to it pound | |
| Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now | |
| Let' s show these cats how to make these millions | |
| So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon' | |
| Kid' quicker than ' | |
| Billy', mon | |
| Talkin' really and | |
| I need it mon | |
| Flows I kick ' em freely mon, ' specially off | |
| Remi, monKeys to my | |
| Beemer, mon, holla at | |
| Beenie Man | |
| See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon | |
| Through Jennings mon, through | |
| UCity back up to | |
| KingslandWith nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz | |
| Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, hot shit | |
| Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober | |
| From broke to havin' brokers my price | |
| Range is Rover | |
| Now I' m knockin' like | |
| Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now | |
| Bill Gates, | |
| Donald Trump let me in now | |
| Spin now, | |
| I got money to lend my friends now | |
| We in now, candy | |
| Benz, Kenwood and 10" s nowI win now, fuckin' lesbian twins nowSeein' now, through the pen I make my ends nowI' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shitShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowI' m goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range RoverStreet sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it goShimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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