Song | Who Ya Gonna Shoot Wit That |
Artist | Da Lench Mob |
Album | Guerillas in tha Mist |
作词 : Ice Cube, J-Dee, Rashad | |
"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
[J-Dee] | |
I heard you had beef on your block | |
so you bought you a Glock, the one with the 17 shots | |
Nicknamed Smith & Wesson | |
Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson | |
But, who you gon' shoot with that, homey? | |
You'd rather blast an original instead of a phony | |
Chewin' macaroni, you don't even know me | |
And why does your gun say, 'Niggaz only'? | |
But you need to get an angle on an anglo | |
I mean shoot your bucks at the Ku Klux | |
Got your gat, but you ain't thinkin of 'em | |
'Cause deep inside, I know you love 'em | |
Point your gat at me and I'll blast ya | |
But first I gotta ask ya.. | |
Fool, who you talkin to? | |
What you gotta ask me? | |
[Cube] | |
But first I gotta ask ya.. | |
[Chorus] | |
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? | |
Who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? | |
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? | |
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool? | |
I ain't got no money man! | |
What you aimin' that pistol at me for man? | |
Ay man, why don't you go on with that? | |
Go up to Beverly Hills or somethin | |
"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
[J-Dee] | |
I'm drivin down the street, and I ain't got much more than you | |
but you still wanna jack for my six-two | |
Impala, it's all about the dollar | |
You claim you're gonna bust if I holler | |
Don't say nuttin as I jump out | |
But why you gotta blast me, before you stomp out? | |
Start runnin' cause I'm terrified | |
Two shots from his gat made me realize | |
You woulda let me through if I was a caucasian | |
a jew or an asian | |
But I see you wanna do me, do me | |
Is it 'cause, I'm black as you be? | |
Don't talk about a rep to me | |
'Cause deep inside, I know you're white as a deputy | |
Sold my car and bought a brand new gat | |
Punk, but who you gon' shoot with that? | |
Chorus + J-Dee (line 4) | |
[J-Dee] | |
I hope they find your ass dead in a trunk! | |
"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
Hey yo man, I just got jacked man | |
They always talkin that black on black crime man | |
I'm fin' to go put in some work man | |
"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
[J-Dee] | |
Now it's time to trip | |
This fool done caught me slippin and he jacked me | |
I'm off to the house to take my pistol and my khakis | |
Never ever thought I would get, got | |
So I grabbed the fo'-fo' with the thirteen shots | |
Hunted him down like an animal | |
Caught his ass slippin with a scadalous hoe | |
I crept up behind him, put my hands around his mouth | |
Fo'-fo' to the dome, yo punk we breakin' out | |
I ducked in the alley off the boulevard | |
Jumped in the back, trailed by one car | |
I'm thinkin to myself I can't kill him he's a brother | |
even though he keeps robbin, and stealin from my mother | |
He's lookin in my eyes, he's gazin at my gat | |
And then he said, "Who you gon' shoot with.." {*BLAM*} | |
[Cube] | |
Sit Boo-Boo, sit.. |
zuò cí : Ice Cube, JDee, Rashad | |
" I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
JDee | |
I heard you had beef on your block | |
so you bought you a Glock, the one with the 17 shots | |
Nicknamed Smith Wesson | |
Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson | |
But, who you gon' shoot with that, homey? | |
You' d rather blast an original instead of a phony | |
Chewin' macaroni, you don' t even know me | |
And why does your gun say, ' Niggaz only'? | |
But you need to get an angle on an anglo | |
I mean shoot your bucks at the Ku Klux | |
Got your gat, but you ain' t thinkin of ' em | |
' Cause deep inside, I know you love ' em | |
Point your gat at me and I' ll blast ya | |
But first I gotta ask ya.. | |
Fool, who you talkin to? | |
What you gotta ask me? | |
Cube | |
But first I gotta ask ya.. | |
Chorus | |
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? | |
Who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? | |
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? | |
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool? | |
I ain' t got no money man! | |
What you aimin' that pistol at me for man? | |
Ay man, why don' t you go on with that? | |
Go up to Beverly Hills or somethin | |
" I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
JDee | |
I' m drivin down the street, and I ain' t got much more than you | |
but you still wanna jack for my sixtwo | |
Impala, it' s all about the dollar | |
You claim you' re gonna bust if I holler | |
Don' t say nuttin as I jump out | |
But why you gotta blast me, before you stomp out? | |
Start runnin' cause I' m terrified | |
Two shots from his gat made me realize | |
You woulda let me through if I was a caucasian | |
a jew or an asian | |
But I see you wanna do me, do me | |
Is it ' cause, I' m black as you be? | |
Don' t talk about a rep to me | |
' Cause deep inside, I know you' re white as a deputy | |
Sold my car and bought a brand new gat | |
Punk, but who you gon' shoot with that? | |
Chorus JDee line 4 | |
JDee | |
I hope they find your ass dead in a trunk! | |
" I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
Hey yo man, I just got jacked man | |
They always talkin that black on black crime man | |
I' m fin' to go put in some work man | |
" I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, | |
your new gun with you." | |
JDee | |
Now it' s time to trip | |
This fool done caught me slippin and he jacked me | |
I' m off to the house to take my pistol and my khakis | |
Never ever thought I would get, got | |
So I grabbed the fo' fo' with the thirteen shots | |
Hunted him down like an animal | |
Caught his ass slippin with a scadalous hoe | |
I crept up behind him, put my hands around his mouth | |
Fo' fo' to the dome, yo punk we breakin' out | |
I ducked in the alley off the boulevard | |
Jumped in the back, trailed by one car | |
I' m thinkin to myself I can' t kill him he' s a brother | |
even though he keeps robbin, and stealin from my mother | |
He' s lookin in my eyes, he' s gazin at my gat | |
And then he said, " Who you gon' shoot with.." BLAM | |
Cube | |
Sit BooBoo, sit.. |