Rewind II Lyrics
| Song | Rewind II |
| Artist | The Game |
| Album | Born 2 Rap |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Jayceon Taylor/Cash Jones |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Jayceon Taylor/Cash Jones |
| [00:10.467] | The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco |
| [00:12.849] | I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist |
| [00:15.363] | Take the ski mask off of my face, blunt flies back in the trunk |
| [00:18.330] | Between my index and my middle finger, it's stuck |
| [00:20.656] | Inhale the smoke, take a puff |
| [00:23.173] | Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up |
| [00:25.547] | 'Matic, still Nas too, listenin' |
| [00:27.440] | It's me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch |
| [00:30.588] | Movin' backwards, the Chronic jumps out the back wood |
| [00:33.206] | As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up |
| [00:35.807] | Text from a nigga sayin', 'Eat too goin' still' |
| [00:38.333] | Put my phone back in my pocket, took my knee off the wheel |
| [00:40.877] | Hand on my wheel, my car in drive, foot on the gas |
| [00:43.289] | Up the freeway ramp, adjust the rearview and look at my past |
| [00:45.890] | Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill, Lauryn, and uncrumble all of this hash |
| [00:50.911] | Back in the carpool, flippin' off 12 |
| [00:52.975] | The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells |
| [00:56.082] | Cutie smilin' at me, I unthrew up the deuce |
| [00:58.648] | Triple one-two, three-one-three, three-one-two |
| [01:01.531] | On the side of a purple Maserati, wonder if she got a body up |
| [01:04.809] | Or should I think I? It's a hottie |
| [01:06.374] | Goin' down on the up ramp, creep slow, back to the light |
| [01:09.295] | I'ma kill 'em 'fore the end of the night |
| [01:11.398] | Talkin' on my burner cell like, "At he where?" |
| [01:13.959] | Back into a parkin' spot, handicap in the mirror |
| [01:16.600] | Car door opens, my nigga out yells, 'Woo-Su' |
| [01:18.942] | Windows roll up, I'm thinkin' to myself, 'Who these niggas in this coupe?' |
| [01:22.195] | Back in the store, woods back in my hand |
| [01:24.164] | Sit 'em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz |
| [01:26.556] | And says, 'Nigga my, you thank,' I pass him a coke can |
| [01:29.336] | 10,000 goes back in my pocket in rubber bands |
| [01:31.889] | Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot |
| [01:34.310] | Walkin' up the stairs backwards, the clip comes outta the Glock |
| [01:37.667] | The key goes back in the lock |
| [01:39.446] | I walk in facin' out, take my shoes off and fall on the couch |
| [01:42.526] | This b***h takes my d**k out of her mouth |
| [01:44.711] | Stands back up and tells me what her day was about |
| [01:46.965] | We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands, lip singin' B Cardi while she dance |
| [01:52.015] | Tapes Bundy Ted, credits roll down, chill and Netflix |
| [01:54.811] | As I unfasten the latch on my cuban link necklace |
| [01:57.596] | She gave me a second hug for the first time |
| [01:59.740] | Walks outta the door back in the Uber as I'm cleanin' my .9 |
| [02:02.859] | I sit it down right next to my phone |
| [02:04.857] | Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna runnin' 'round in a thong |
| [02:07.996] | Woke up tired and went back to the booth |
| [02:09.973] | Sample God's Sons, rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop |
| [02:13.242] | Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done |
| [02:15.364] | Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son |
| [02:18.206] | Dawg, whatever they call you, God, just listen |
| [02:20.545] | I spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin' |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Jayceon Taylor Cash Jones |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Jayceon Taylor Cash Jones |
| [00:10.467] | The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco |
| [00:12.849] | I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist |
| [00:15.363] | Take the ski mask off of my face, blunt flies back in the trunk |
| [00:18.330] | Between my index and my middle finger, it' s stuck |
| [00:20.656] | Inhale the smoke, take a puff |
| [00:23.173] | Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up |
| [00:25.547] | ' Matic, still Nas too, listenin' |
| [00:27.440] | It' s me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch |
| [00:30.588] | Movin' backwards, the Chronic jumps out the back wood |
| [00:33.206] | As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up |
| [00:35.807] | Text from a nigga sayin', ' Eat too goin' still' |
| [00:38.333] | Put my phone back in my pocket, took my knee off the wheel |
| [00:40.877] | Hand on my wheel, my car in drive, foot on the gas |
| [00:43.289] | Up the freeway ramp, adjust the rearview and look at my past |
| [00:45.890] | Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill, Lauryn, and uncrumble all of this hash |
| [00:50.911] | Back in the carpool, flippin' off 12 |
| [00:52.975] | The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells |
| [00:56.082] | Cutie smilin' at me, I unthrew up the deuce |
| [00:58.648] | Triple onetwo, threeonethree, threeonetwo |
| [01:01.531] | On the side of a purple Maserati, wonder if she got a body up |
| [01:04.809] | Or should I think I? It' s a hottie |
| [01:06.374] | Goin' down on the up ramp, creep slow, back to the light |
| [01:09.295] | I' ma kill ' em ' fore the end of the night |
| [01:11.398] | Talkin' on my burner cell like, " At he where?" |
| [01:13.959] | Back into a parkin' spot, handicap in the mirror |
| [01:16.600] | Car door opens, my nigga out yells, ' WooSu' |
| [01:18.942] | Windows roll up, I' m thinkin' to myself, ' Who these niggas in this coupe?' |
| [01:22.195] | Back in the store, woods back in my hand |
| [01:24.164] | Sit ' em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz |
| [01:26.556] | And says, ' Nigga my, you thank,' I pass him a coke can |
| [01:29.336] | 10, 000 goes back in my pocket in rubber bands |
| [01:31.889] | Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot |
| [01:34.310] | Walkin' up the stairs backwards, the clip comes outta the Glock |
| [01:37.667] | The key goes back in the lock |
| [01:39.446] | I walk in facin' out, take my shoes off and fall on the couch |
| [01:42.526] | This b h takes my d k out of her mouth |
| [01:44.711] | Stands back up and tells me what her day was about |
| [01:46.965] | We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands, lip singin' B Cardi while she dance |
| [01:52.015] | Tapes Bundy Ted, credits roll down, chill and Netflix |
| [01:54.811] | As I unfasten the latch on my cuban link necklace |
| [01:57.596] | She gave me a second hug for the first time |
| [01:59.740] | Walks outta the door back in the Uber as I' m cleanin' my . 9 |
| [02:02.859] | I sit it down right next to my phone |
| [02:04.857] | Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna runnin' ' round in a thong |
| [02:07.996] | Woke up tired and went back to the booth |
| [02:09.973] | Sample God' s Sons, rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop |
| [02:13.242] | Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done |
| [02:15.364] | Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son |
| [02:18.206] | Dawg, whatever they call you, God, just listen |
| [02:20.545] | I spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin' |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Jayceon Taylor Cash Jones |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Jayceon Taylor Cash Jones |
| [00:10.467] | The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco |
| [00:12.849] | I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist |
| [00:15.363] | Take the ski mask off of my face, blunt flies back in the trunk |
| [00:18.330] | Between my index and my middle finger, it' s stuck |
| [00:20.656] | Inhale the smoke, take a puff |
| [00:23.173] | Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up |
| [00:25.547] | ' Matic, still Nas too, listenin' |
| [00:27.440] | It' s me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch |
| [00:30.588] | Movin' backwards, the Chronic jumps out the back wood |
| [00:33.206] | As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up |
| [00:35.807] | Text from a nigga sayin', ' Eat too goin' still' |
| [00:38.333] | Put my phone back in my pocket, took my knee off the wheel |
| [00:40.877] | Hand on my wheel, my car in drive, foot on the gas |
| [00:43.289] | Up the freeway ramp, adjust the rearview and look at my past |
| [00:45.890] | Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill, Lauryn, and uncrumble all of this hash |
| [00:50.911] | Back in the carpool, flippin' off 12 |
| [00:52.975] | The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells |
| [00:56.082] | Cutie smilin' at me, I unthrew up the deuce |
| [00:58.648] | Triple onetwo, threeonethree, threeonetwo |
| [01:01.531] | On the side of a purple Maserati, wonder if she got a body up |
| [01:04.809] | Or should I think I? It' s a hottie |
| [01:06.374] | Goin' down on the up ramp, creep slow, back to the light |
| [01:09.295] | I' ma kill ' em ' fore the end of the night |
| [01:11.398] | Talkin' on my burner cell like, " At he where?" |
| [01:13.959] | Back into a parkin' spot, handicap in the mirror |
| [01:16.600] | Car door opens, my nigga out yells, ' WooSu' |
| [01:18.942] | Windows roll up, I' m thinkin' to myself, ' Who these niggas in this coupe?' |
| [01:22.195] | Back in the store, woods back in my hand |
| [01:24.164] | Sit ' em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz |
| [01:26.556] | And says, ' Nigga my, you thank,' I pass him a coke can |
| [01:29.336] | 10, 000 goes back in my pocket in rubber bands |
| [01:31.889] | Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot |
| [01:34.310] | Walkin' up the stairs backwards, the clip comes outta the Glock |
| [01:37.667] | The key goes back in the lock |
| [01:39.446] | I walk in facin' out, take my shoes off and fall on the couch |
| [01:42.526] | This b h takes my d k out of her mouth |
| [01:44.711] | Stands back up and tells me what her day was about |
| [01:46.965] | We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands, lip singin' B Cardi while she dance |
| [01:52.015] | Tapes Bundy Ted, credits roll down, chill and Netflix |
| [01:54.811] | As I unfasten the latch on my cuban link necklace |
| [01:57.596] | She gave me a second hug for the first time |
| [01:59.740] | Walks outta the door back in the Uber as I' m cleanin' my . 9 |
| [02:02.859] | I sit it down right next to my phone |
| [02:04.857] | Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna runnin' ' round in a thong |
| [02:07.996] | Woke up tired and went back to the booth |
| [02:09.973] | Sample God' s Sons, rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop |
| [02:13.242] | Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done |
| [02:15.364] | Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son |
| [02:18.206] | Dawg, whatever they call you, God, just listen |
| [02:20.545] | I spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin' |
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