Don't Say Nuthin' Lyrics
| Song | Don't Say Nuthin' |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | The Tipping Point |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tariq Trotter & Scott Storch | |
| 作词 : Storch, Trotter | |
| Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious | |
| Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge | |
| Until your body sound clash | |
| Head of the | |
| Class, Magna | |
| Cum Laude | |
| Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy | |
| Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping | |
| Keep em playing they position | |
| Keep making the people listen what | |
| I spin Put em out on a limb | |
| Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen | |
| Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend | |
| We never listen to them | |
| It's like trying to take a piss in the wind | |
| My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em | |
| They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em | |
| Now who the type built to last? | |
| It's no question, the | |
| Master! Villain in | |
| Black wit no stets in my sound | |
| Hitting you hard from - every direction | |
| Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! [Chorus] | |
| Yeah..... | |
| Give it here, and don't say nuthin | |
| Just give it here, and don't say nuthin ..... | |
| Cut the check | |
| Give it here, and don't say nuthin | |
| Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin [Verse 2 - Black Thought] | |
| Yeah, Illadel! | |
| Home of the original gun clappers | |
| Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards | |
| You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk | |
| Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress | |
| Shorties running reckless from | |
| Philly to | |
| Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless | |
| Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times | |
| Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list | |
| Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe | |
| Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve | |
| Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to | |
| D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe | |
| C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax | |
| Most times they be sticking you without the gats | |
| I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse | |
| And if it's my worst bar then | |
| I'm a take it right back nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Black Thought] | |
| Yeah, it ain't nothin like | |
| I rush I get, in front of the band | |
| On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand | |
| When a brother transform, from anonymous man | |
| To the force, crush whoever might of thought | |
| I was playin | |
| I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang | |
| Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain | |
| Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure | |
| You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected | |
| Give it here | |
| Geffen Records, | |
| I'm off the handle | |
| Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil | |
| Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled | |
| Nigga black ink, red was a | |
| G financial | |
| We finna have the whole industry at a stand still | |
| See me put the system on lock like | |
| Camp Hill | |
| So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements | |
| Cause my click come a full sizable portions [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Tariq Trotter Scott Storch | |
| zuo ci : Storch, Trotter | |
| Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious | |
| Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge | |
| Until your body sound clash | |
| Head of the | |
| Class, Magna | |
| Cum Laude | |
| Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy | |
| Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping | |
| Keep em playing they position | |
| Keep making the people listen what | |
| I spin Put em out on a limb | |
| Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen | |
| Y' all fake niggas not setting a trend | |
| We never listen to them | |
| It' s like trying to take a piss in the wind | |
| My home team doing visitors in, yo don' t test em | |
| They all standing close to the edge, so don' t stress em | |
| Now who the type built to last? | |
| It' s no question, the | |
| Master! Villain in | |
| Black wit no stets in my sound | |
| Hitting you hard from every direction | |
| Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Chorus | |
| Yeah..... | |
| Give it here, and don' t say nuthin | |
| Just give it here, and don' t say nuthin ..... | |
| Cut the check | |
| Give it here, and don' t say nuthin | |
| Nigga, give it here, and don' t say nuthin Verse 2 Black Thought | |
| Yeah, Illadel! | |
| Home of the original gun clappers | |
| Out on the wrong corner your shit' ll get spun backwards | |
| You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk | |
| Or your own nana' ll keep a gat under the matress | |
| Shorties running reckless from | |
| Philly to | |
| Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless | |
| Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times | |
| Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list | |
| Yes, I done seen things you wouldn' t believe | |
| Seen people reach levels thought they' d never achieve | |
| Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to | |
| D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe | |
| C' mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax | |
| Most times they be sticking you without the gats | |
| I' ll still be on the grind when it all collapse | |
| And if it' s my worst bar then | |
| I' m a take it right back nigga Chorus Verse 3 Black Thought | |
| Yeah, it ain' t nothin like | |
| I rush I get, in front of the band | |
| On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand | |
| When a brother transform, from anonymous man | |
| To the force, crush whoever might of thought | |
| I was playin | |
| I' ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang | |
| Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain | |
| Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure | |
| You see the master piece, but to me it' s unperfected | |
| Give it here | |
| Geffen Records, | |
| I' m off the handle | |
| Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil | |
| Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled | |
| Nigga black ink, red was a | |
| G financial | |
| We finna have the whole industry at a stand still | |
| See me put the system on lock like | |
| Camp Hill | |
| So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements | |
| Cause my click come a full sizable portions Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Tariq Trotter Scott Storch | |
| zuò cí : Storch, Trotter | |
| Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious | |
| Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge | |
| Until your body sound clash | |
| Head of the | |
| Class, Magna | |
| Cum Laude | |
| Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy | |
| Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping | |
| Keep em playing they position | |
| Keep making the people listen what | |
| I spin Put em out on a limb | |
| Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen | |
| Y' all fake niggas not setting a trend | |
| We never listen to them | |
| It' s like trying to take a piss in the wind | |
| My home team doing visitors in, yo don' t test em | |
| They all standing close to the edge, so don' t stress em | |
| Now who the type built to last? | |
| It' s no question, the | |
| Master! Villain in | |
| Black wit no stets in my sound | |
| Hitting you hard from every direction | |
| Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Chorus | |
| Yeah..... | |
| Give it here, and don' t say nuthin | |
| Just give it here, and don' t say nuthin ..... | |
| Cut the check | |
| Give it here, and don' t say nuthin | |
| Nigga, give it here, and don' t say nuthin Verse 2 Black Thought | |
| Yeah, Illadel! | |
| Home of the original gun clappers | |
| Out on the wrong corner your shit' ll get spun backwards | |
| You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk | |
| Or your own nana' ll keep a gat under the matress | |
| Shorties running reckless from | |
| Philly to | |
| Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless | |
| Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times | |
| Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list | |
| Yes, I done seen things you wouldn' t believe | |
| Seen people reach levels thought they' d never achieve | |
| Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to | |
| D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe | |
| C' mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax | |
| Most times they be sticking you without the gats | |
| I' ll still be on the grind when it all collapse | |
| And if it' s my worst bar then | |
| I' m a take it right back nigga Chorus Verse 3 Black Thought | |
| Yeah, it ain' t nothin like | |
| I rush I get, in front of the band | |
| On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand | |
| When a brother transform, from anonymous man | |
| To the force, crush whoever might of thought | |
| I was playin | |
| I' ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang | |
| Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain | |
| Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure | |
| You see the master piece, but to me it' s unperfected | |
| Give it here | |
| Geffen Records, | |
| I' m off the handle | |
| Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil | |
| Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled | |
| Nigga black ink, red was a | |
| G financial | |
| We finna have the whole industry at a stand still | |
| See me put the system on lock like | |
| Camp Hill | |
| So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements | |
| Cause my click come a full sizable portions Chorus |
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