| 作曲 : Barker, Freeman ... | |
| Cause we don't come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it's time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don't give a *************, we just late night creepin' | |
| In the late night, that's | |
| W, that's | |
| WThat's when real | |
| G's come out on the creep | |
| I got my two 4-5's and they loaded and locked | |
| Keep 'em both on ************* for | |
| I step on the block | |
| It's the grave yard *************t 'cause we out on the grind | |
| And we don't care about time 'cause it's money on mind | |
| We the first ones out tryin' to get us some bread | |
| We ain't worried 'bout sleep, ************* goin' to bed | |
| We the last ones to leave after hittin' them stangs | |
| Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang | |
| I do my thing and you can't tell me different | |
| Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it | |
| I'm programmed automatic with this | |
| G *************tAnd that go for every other cat you see me with | |
| Glock turned on with the burn on the hip | |
| I'm blowin' on the deuce by the candy painted whip | |
| I'ma grip my grain and ************* my gun | |
| And show these mother ******s how it's done | |
| When you're late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don't come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it's time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don't give a *************, we just late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don't come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it's time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don't give a *************, we just late night creepin' | |
| In the late night better get your face right | |
| Everything sells, ************* to the bass pipe | |
| I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light | |
| Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight | |
| I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks | |
| I ain't braggin' homie, these are just the cold facts | |
| We known to hold gats and nobody hold back | |
| ************* a cheap shot | |
| I'll take out your whole back | |
| So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip | |
| Ain't nobody walk away 'cause ain't nobody give a *************t | |
| ************* I'm livin' and | |
| I love it it's beautiful | |
| Somethin' like the smell of crap | |
| When I'm watchin' your noodle blow | |
| We famous pharmisuticals and breakin' the bits | |
| We blazin' two up in the cuticals to breakin' the bread | |
| Don't give a *************t you never heard of us | |
| We known among the murderous | |
| For toatin' heavy metal push the good *************t, pour the purple up' | |
| Cause we don't come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it's time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don't give a *************, we just late night creepin' | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood, leanin in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don't give a *************, we just late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don't come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it's time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don't give a *************, we just late night creepin |
| zuo qu : Barker, Freeman ... | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin' | |
| In the late night, that' s | |
| W, that' s | |
| WThat' s when real | |
| G' s come out on the creep | |
| I got my two 45' s and they loaded and locked | |
| Keep ' em both on for | |
| I step on the block | |
| It' s the grave yard t ' cause we out on the grind | |
| And we don' t care about time ' cause it' s money on mind | |
| We the first ones out tryin' to get us some bread | |
| We ain' t worried ' bout sleep, goin' to bed | |
| We the last ones to leave after hittin' them stangs | |
| Take it back to the boulevard with four' s on swang | |
| I do my thing and you can' t tell me different | |
| Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it | |
| I' m programmed automatic with this | |
| G tAnd that go for every other cat you see me with | |
| Glock turned on with the burn on the hip | |
| I' m blowin' on the deuce by the candy painted whip | |
| I' ma grip my grain and my gun | |
| And show these mother s how it' s done | |
| When you' re late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin' | |
| In the late night better get your face right | |
| Everything sells, to the bass pipe | |
| I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light | |
| Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight | |
| I' m in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks | |
| I ain' t braggin' homie, these are just the cold facts | |
| We known to hold gats and nobody hold back | |
| a cheap shot | |
| I' ll take out your whole back | |
| So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip | |
| Ain' t nobody walk away ' cause ain' t nobody give a t | |
| I' m livin' and | |
| I love it it' s beautiful | |
| Somethin' like the smell of crap | |
| When I' m watchin' your noodle blow | |
| We famous pharmisuticals and breakin' the bits | |
| We blazin' two up in the cuticals to breakin' the bread | |
| Don' t give a t you never heard of us | |
| We known among the murderous | |
| For toatin' heavy metal push the good t, pour the purple up' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin' | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood, leanin in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin |
| zuò qǔ : Barker, Freeman ... | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin' | |
| In the late night, that' s | |
| W, that' s | |
| WThat' s when real | |
| G' s come out on the creep | |
| I got my two 45' s and they loaded and locked | |
| Keep ' em both on for | |
| I step on the block | |
| It' s the grave yard t ' cause we out on the grind | |
| And we don' t care about time ' cause it' s money on mind | |
| We the first ones out tryin' to get us some bread | |
| We ain' t worried ' bout sleep, goin' to bed | |
| We the last ones to leave after hittin' them stangs | |
| Take it back to the boulevard with four' s on swang | |
| I do my thing and you can' t tell me different | |
| Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it | |
| I' m programmed automatic with this | |
| G tAnd that go for every other cat you see me with | |
| Glock turned on with the burn on the hip | |
| I' m blowin' on the deuce by the candy painted whip | |
| I' ma grip my grain and my gun | |
| And show these mother s how it' s done | |
| When you' re late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin' | |
| In the late night better get your face right | |
| Everything sells, to the bass pipe | |
| I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light | |
| Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight | |
| I' m in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks | |
| I ain' t braggin' homie, these are just the cold facts | |
| We known to hold gats and nobody hold back | |
| a cheap shot | |
| I' ll take out your whole back | |
| So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip | |
| Ain' t nobody walk away ' cause ain' t nobody give a t | |
| I' m livin' and | |
| I love it it' s beautiful | |
| Somethin' like the smell of crap | |
| When I' m watchin' your noodle blow | |
| We famous pharmisuticals and breakin' the bits | |
| We blazin' two up in the cuticals to breakin' the bread | |
| Don' t give a t you never heard of us | |
| We known among the murderous | |
| For toatin' heavy metal push the good t, pour the purple up' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin' | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood, leanin in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin'' | |
| Cause we don' t come out till after dark | |
| With nothing less than 28 grams of spark | |
| And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip | |
| Every time that it' s time to flip | |
| You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' | |
| With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back | |
| Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin' | |
| We don' t give a , we just late night creepin |
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