Song | That S*!t |
Artist | Inspectah Deck |
Album | The Movement |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hunter | |
(Intro: Inspectah Deck) | |
Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah | |
Lets stand up y'all | |
What up, we on the rise | |
10304 types | |
Move with The Movement | |
Its like Roy Jones said | |
What's that son | |
Y'all must of forgot or sutten word | |
Yo INS | |
(Inspectah Deck) | |
We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls | |
Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world | |
I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks | |
On some Wu *****t, two chicks shootin' my flicks | |
Might creep through ya town all wrong | |
Half a bone, twenty inch chrome | |
Illuminatin' off ya dome | |
Like OT status, the one to get at | |
Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the map | |
Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached | |
Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat | |
***** the media hype, I'm into Stereotype | |
Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice | |
All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist | |
Only for ayallytes with the target sliced | |
Now the parasite blined by your neon light | |
Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see | |
(Chorus: Inspectah Deck) | |
Heads get ripe off-a this | |
Thug all night off-a this | |
Ladies fight off-a this | |
This is That *****t | |
The Projects flip off-a this | |
The trees get lent off-a this | |
Crash your whip off-a this | |
Cuz this is That *****t | |
(Inspectah Deck) | |
Yeah yeah, *****z stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak | |
We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat | |
Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat | |
No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep | |
Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate | |
Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque | |
Been around the world, put a house on the hill | |
But still greasy like the corner store grill | |
We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price | |
Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life | |
See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on | |
Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns | |
Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit | |
Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it | |
Big boys step through, they all step aside | |
They all mesmurised man, y'all recognise | |
(Chorus) | |
(Inspectah Deck) | |
Heads get ripe off-a this | |
Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness | |
Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness | |
In the pits where it's high risk, I work the Night*****ft | |
Like this, like that, put pressure on rap | |
Cheques stack, watch a sex trap | |
Shorty through an X in my 'yac | |
Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact | |
I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track | |
Count *****, bag green, blue, purple and brown | |
Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town | |
Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big | |
Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig | |
For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks | |
Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this | |
Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb haters | |
Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words | |
(Chorus) |
zuo ci : Hunter | |
Intro: Inspectah Deck | |
Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah | |
Lets stand up y' all | |
What up, we on the rise | |
10304 types | |
Move with The Movement | |
Its like Roy Jones said | |
What' s that son | |
Y' all must of forgot or sutten word | |
Yo INS | |
Inspectah Deck | |
We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls | |
Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world | |
I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks | |
On some Wu t, two chicks shootin' my flicks | |
Might creep through ya town all wrong | |
Half a bone, twenty inch chrome | |
Illuminatin' off ya dome | |
Like OT status, the one to get at | |
Never sweat that, I' m focused at the X on the map | |
Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached | |
Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat | |
the media hype, I' m into Stereotype | |
Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice | |
All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist | |
Only for ayallytes with the target sliced | |
Now the parasite blined by your neon light | |
Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see | |
Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
Heads get ripe offa this | |
Thug all night offa this | |
Ladies fight offa this | |
This is That t | |
The Projects flip offa this | |
The trees get lent offa this | |
Crash your whip offa this | |
Cuz this is That t | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Yeah yeah, z stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak | |
We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat | |
Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat | |
No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it' s deep | |
Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate | |
Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque | |
Been around the world, put a house on the hill | |
But still greasy like the corner store grill | |
We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price | |
Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life | |
See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on | |
Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns | |
Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit | |
Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it | |
Big boys step through, they all step aside | |
They all mesmurised man, y' all recognise | |
Chorus | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Heads get ripe offa this | |
Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness | |
Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness | |
In the pits where it' s high risk, I work the Night ft | |
Like this, like that, put pressure on rap | |
Cheques stack, watch a sex trap | |
Shorty through an X in my ' yac | |
Caddy stretched black, don' t question the fact | |
I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track | |
Count , bag green, blue, purple and brown | |
Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town | |
Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big | |
Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig | |
For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks | |
Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this | |
Son hit it like Arabs, the world don' t curb haters | |
Don' t quit ya day job, ya girl know the words | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Hunter | |
Intro: Inspectah Deck | |
Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah | |
Lets stand up y' all | |
What up, we on the rise | |
10304 types | |
Move with The Movement | |
Its like Roy Jones said | |
What' s that son | |
Y' all must of forgot or sutten word | |
Yo INS | |
Inspectah Deck | |
We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls | |
Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world | |
I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks | |
On some Wu t, two chicks shootin' my flicks | |
Might creep through ya town all wrong | |
Half a bone, twenty inch chrome | |
Illuminatin' off ya dome | |
Like OT status, the one to get at | |
Never sweat that, I' m focused at the X on the map | |
Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached | |
Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat | |
the media hype, I' m into Stereotype | |
Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice | |
All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist | |
Only for ayallytes with the target sliced | |
Now the parasite blined by your neon light | |
Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see | |
Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
Heads get ripe offa this | |
Thug all night offa this | |
Ladies fight offa this | |
This is That t | |
The Projects flip offa this | |
The trees get lent offa this | |
Crash your whip offa this | |
Cuz this is That t | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Yeah yeah, z stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak | |
We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat | |
Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat | |
No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it' s deep | |
Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate | |
Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque | |
Been around the world, put a house on the hill | |
But still greasy like the corner store grill | |
We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price | |
Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life | |
See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on | |
Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns | |
Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit | |
Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it | |
Big boys step through, they all step aside | |
They all mesmurised man, y' all recognise | |
Chorus | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Heads get ripe offa this | |
Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness | |
Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness | |
In the pits where it' s high risk, I work the Night ft | |
Like this, like that, put pressure on rap | |
Cheques stack, watch a sex trap | |
Shorty through an X in my ' yac | |
Caddy stretched black, don' t question the fact | |
I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track | |
Count , bag green, blue, purple and brown | |
Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town | |
Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big | |
Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig | |
For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks | |
Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this | |
Son hit it like Arabs, the world don' t curb haters | |
Don' t quit ya day job, ya girl know the words | |
Chorus |