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作曲 : Norris, Phillips, Prince ... |
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Come on, yeah OK |
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Mother******, y'all know who it is |
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Lil' Jon, them mother******' East Side Booooyz |
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I got my ****** Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son) |
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We gon' do this for all the real mother******' ******s |
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(Uh uh uh uh yo) |
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Holla at them ******s J, come on |
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[Jadakiss] |
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Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown |
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And ************ always wanna hit me like I just came home |
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But I still put the tools in ya mouth |
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******s know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South |
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This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin' |
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So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches |
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"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days |
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******' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays |
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When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch |
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When you goin' to war every thug got his match |
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SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it |
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Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it |
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It's like the jungle but the broads is fine |
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And if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine |
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Listen, I'm the wrong ****** to style with |
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My mother******' problem to reconcile with |
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****** what |
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[Hook] |
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We knockin' heads off, yeah |
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We knockin' heads off, yeah |
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We knockin' heads off, mother******' heads off yeah |
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We knockin' heads off, yeah |
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We knockin' heads off, yeah |
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We knockin' heads off, mother******' heads off yeah |
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You wanna go ****** |
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Let's go ho |
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You wanna go ****** |
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Let's go ho |
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You wanna go ****** |
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Let's go ho |
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You wanna go ****** |
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Let's go ho |
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What...what...what...what...what |
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[Lil' Jon] |
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We lettin' it go ****** |
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Let's go ho |
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We lettin' it go ****** |
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Let's go ho |
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We lettin' it go ****** |
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Let's go ho |
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What...what...what...what...what |
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************...******s...lay it...down |
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Me and my...******s...fixin'...clown |
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************...******s...lay it...down |
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Me and my...******s...fixin'...clown |
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We throw our...******'...click up |
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We give a ****** if you don't...like us |
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We throw our...******'...click up |
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We give a ****** if you don't...like us |
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Don't...like...them...******s |
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Can't...stand..that...************ |
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Don't...like...them...******s |
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Can't...stand..that...************ |
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We'll...shut the...club down |
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If y'all...******s...wanna clown |
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We'll...shut the...club down |
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************...say...something now |
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[Hook] |
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[Lil' Jon] |
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Whaaaat....Whaaaaat |
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Y'all know when the beat breakdown and ************t |
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What's up, what's up |
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It's time to get mother******' buck wild in this biiiitch |
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Now this what I want y'all ******s to do, what's up |
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All the real ******s and ladies out there, OK |
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Y'all need to repeat after me, right now |
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I ain't scared of no ******, I ain't scared of no ************ |
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I ain't scared of nobody in ya mother******' click |
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I ain't scared of no ******, I ain't scared of no ************ |
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I ain't scared of nobody in ya mother******' click |
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Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t man |
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Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t man |
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Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t man |
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Man ****** that ************t ******, ****** that ************t |
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[Hook] |
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[Lil' Jon] |
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Yeah, BME ho, we up out this ************ |
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Ruff Ryders ho, what's up |
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But before we leave |
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I gotta let my ****** tell you his name |
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[Styles] |
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I'm Holiday Styles, where the ****** you thuggin' at |
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I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat |
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P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a ****** |
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My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger ****** |
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Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz |
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All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys |
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You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth |
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Sittin' on the roof with the ******' 30-30's out |
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I told you I'm a menace y'all |
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I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall |
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In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good |
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Guns still sparke a lot |
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Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers |
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D-Block and everything, ************t you probably heard of us |
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Yeah I'm a Ryder ******, you ain't got a gun |
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Or a mother******' knife, you ain't even gon' try us |
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I'll leave you with a hole daddy |
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And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South |
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I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy |
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What - mother****** |