Whutcha Want? Lyrics
| Song | Whutcha Want? |
| Artist | Nine |
| Album | Nine Livez |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Daniel Keyes/Rob Lewis |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Daniel Keyes/Rob Lewis |
| [00:03.09][Verse 1] | |
| [00:19.29] | I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't |
| [00:22.05] | So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't |
| [00:25.08] | Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back |
| [00:27.03] | Sit fat and relax and plan my attack |
| [00:29.70] | Not the one to test I possess mad finesse |
| [00:31.98] | My Buddha was blessed one bird in the nest |
| [00:34.68] | Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in Jeeps |
| [00:36.96] | On the New York streets hittin' urban concrete |
| [00:39.42] | I'm the man untestable, with the extra- |
| [00:42.03] | Terrestrial flow, Four Fifty Six Cee-Lo |
| [00:44.91] | Pop the top off the forty ounce bottle |
| [00:47.04] | I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model |
| [00:49.59] | Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock |
| [00:52.08] | Only spits when I react to the bullshit |
| [00:54.69] | So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ |
| [00:57.39] | And save the confessions for JEESuz |
| [00:59.52] | Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow |
| [01:01.86] | Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow |
| [01:04.38] | Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like |
| [01:06.81] | Steven, achieving, gettin some cheese and |
| [01:09.30] | Representin' lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major |
| [01:12.15] | With the project flavor, I made ya |
| [01:14.28] | Daze ya, my behavior is mad ill if you front |
| [01:17.19] | You know what I want! |
| [01:18.09][Chorus] | |
| [01:19.71] | (Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [01:22.26] | (So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines |
| [01:25.05] | (So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse |
| [01:26.40] | And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E |
| [01:28.29][Verse 2] | |
| [01:29.10] | I'mma let you know how I feel on the real, I pack |
| [01:31.56] | Steel, it's like a jungle, makes me wonder where my heel hits the |
| [01:34.08] | Bricks, skips the dog shit, completin' my cipher |
| [01:36.42] | Temper like Rowdy Roddy Piper, hyper like a |
| [01:39.09] | Viper, I'mma strike if I gotta |
| [01:40.95] | Goin' for the jugular stretch you like a copper stoppah |
| [01:43.80] | Stoppah, but you can't stop me |
| [01:45.96] | Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G |
| [01:48.87] | Came a long way from back in the day |
| [01:51.00] | We did it for no pay, just rhymin' hit the hay and |
| [01:53.73] | Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme |
| [01:56.07] | Hit the park after dark, drop the beat one time |
| [01:58.83] | That's when shit was real, no phonies no bologna |
| [02:01.59] | Just a homie, mics and wheels of steel |
| [02:03.75] | Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light |
| [02:06.21] | Everything right, jam over: street fight |
| [02:08.76] | Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad |
| [02:10.89] | Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab |
| [02:13.05] | Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice |
| [02:16.32] | A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice |
| [02:18.57] | And now I might make a million, and still son |
| [02:21.00] | It makes the heart pump, you know what I want |
| [02:23.16][Chorus] | |
| [02:24.06] | (Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [02:26.49] | (So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines |
| [02:28.35] | (So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse |
| [02:30.72] | And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E |
| [02:32.40][Verse 3] | |
| [02:47.82] | Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht |
| [02:50.73] | Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop |
| [02:53.01] | Remote control boombox lampin' on my dresser |
| [02:55.62] | The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya |
| [02:58.05] | Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily |
| [03:00.36] | Nuff treasons, nuff reasons like Philip Bailey |
| [03:03.09] | Can't get enough of that funky stuff |
| [03:05.19] | Rhymin' astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal |
| [03:08.01] | Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal |
| [03:10.17] | Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya |
| [03:12.96] | Right off the paper, roll a big fat spliff |
| [03:15.15] | Four-fifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip shit |
| [03:17.88] | I'm ready, get the keys for the Jeep, let's bounce |
| [03:20.19] | Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the |
| [03:23.07] | Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck |
| [03:25.41] | I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck |
| [03:28.08] | Oh what a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and |
| [03:30.33] | I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing |
| [03:32.67] | Erything's kosher copacetic, groovy hip-hop moves me |
| [03:35.76] | Soothes me, I'm letting off like an Uzi |
| [03:38.16] | But first steps a doozy and bruise me |
| [03:40.14] | Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy |
| [03:43.02] | I wanna get big get paid true stunt |
| [03:45.54] | You know what I want! |
| [03:46.50][Chorus] | |
| [03:48.06] | (Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [03:50.55] | (So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines |
| [03:53.40] | (So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse |
| [03:54.75] | And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Daniel Keyes Rob Lewis |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Daniel Keyes Rob Lewis |
| [00:03.09][Verse 1] | |
| [00:19.29] | I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don' t |
| [00:22.05] | So sometimes I will and sometimes I won' t |
| [00:25.08] | Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back |
| [00:27.03] | Sit fat and relax and plan my attack |
| [00:29.70] | Not the one to test I possess mad finesse |
| [00:31.98] | My Buddha was blessed one bird in the nest |
| [00:34.68] | Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in Jeeps |
| [00:36.96] | On the New York streets hittin' urban concrete |
| [00:39.42] | I' m the man untestable, with the extra |
| [00:42.03] | Terrestrial flow, Four Fifty Six CeeLo |
| [00:44.91] | Pop the top off the forty ounce bottle |
| [00:47.04] | I' m not the one to follow, I' m not the role model |
| [00:49.59] | Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock |
| [00:52.08] | Only spits when I react to the bullshit |
| [00:54.69] | So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ |
| [00:57.39] | And save the confessions for JEESuz |
| [00:59.52] | Plus I don' t need to hear no sorrow |
| [01:01.86] | Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow |
| [01:04.38] | Long as I' m breathing, needing, even like |
| [01:06.81] | Steven, achieving, gettin some cheese and |
| [01:09.30] | Representin' lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major |
| [01:12.15] | With the project flavor, I made ya |
| [01:14.28] | Daze ya, my behavior is mad ill if you front |
| [01:17.19] | You know what I want! |
| [01:18.09][Chorus] | |
| [01:19.71] | Whutcha want Nine? Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [01:22.26] | So whutcha want Nine? Mad clips for my nines |
| [01:25.05] | So whutcha want Nine? An ill posse |
| [01:26.40] | And my name up in lights, NINE |
| [01:28.29][Verse 2] | |
| [01:29.10] | I' mma let you know how I feel on the real, I pack |
| [01:31.56] | Steel, it' s like a jungle, makes me wonder where my heel hits the |
| [01:34.08] | Bricks, skips the dog shit, completin' my cipher |
| [01:36.42] | Temper like Rowdy Roddy Piper, hyper like a |
| [01:39.09] | Viper, I' mma strike if I gotta |
| [01:40.95] | Goin' for the jugular stretch you like a copper stoppah |
| [01:43.80] | Stoppah, but you can' t stop me |
| [01:45.96] | Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G |
| [01:48.87] | Came a long way from back in the day |
| [01:51.00] | We did it for no pay, just rhymin' hit the hay and |
| [01:53.73] | Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme |
| [01:56.07] | Hit the park after dark, drop the beat one time |
| [01:58.83] | That' s when shit was real, no phonies no bologna |
| [02:01.59] | Just a homie, mics and wheels of steel |
| [02:03.75] | Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light |
| [02:06.21] | Everything right, jam over: street fight |
| [02:08.76] | Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad |
| [02:10.89] | Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab |
| [02:13.05] | Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice |
| [02:16.32] | A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice |
| [02:18.57] | And now I might make a million, and still son |
| [02:21.00] | It makes the heart pump, you know what I want |
| [02:23.16][Chorus] | |
| [02:24.06] | Whutcha want Nine? Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [02:26.49] | So whutcha want Nine? Mad clips for my nines |
| [02:28.35] | So whutcha want Nine? An ill posse |
| [02:30.72] | And my name up in lights, NINE |
| [02:32.40][Verse 3] | |
| [02:47.82] | Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht |
| [02:50.73] | Brand new Glock nonstop hiphop |
| [02:53.01] | Remote control boombox lampin' on my dresser |
| [02:55.62] | The God ain' t no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya |
| [02:58.05] | Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily |
| [03:00.36] | Nuff treasons, nuff reasons like Philip Bailey |
| [03:03.09] | Can' t get enough of that funky stuff |
| [03:05.19] | Rhymin' astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal |
| [03:08.01] | Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal |
| [03:10.17] | Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya |
| [03:12.96] | Right off the paper, roll a big fat spliff |
| [03:15.15] | Fourfifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip shit |
| [03:17.88] | I' m ready, get the keys for the Jeep, let' s bounce |
| [03:20.19] | Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the |
| [03:23.07] | Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck |
| [03:25.41] | I' m in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck |
| [03:28.08] | Oh what a feeling, I' m on the wheels of steel and |
| [03:30.33] | I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing |
| [03:32.67] | Erything' s kosher copacetic, groovy hiphop moves me |
| [03:35.76] | Soothes me, I' m letting off like an Uzi |
| [03:38.16] | But first steps a doozy and bruise me |
| [03:40.14] | Now I' m choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy |
| [03:43.02] | I wanna get big get paid true stunt |
| [03:45.54] | You know what I want! |
| [03:46.50][Chorus] | |
| [03:48.06] | Whutcha want Nine? Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [03:50.55] | So whutcha want Nine? Mad clips for my nines |
| [03:53.40] | So whutcha want Nine? An ill posse |
| [03:54.75] | And my name up in lights, NINE |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Daniel Keyes Rob Lewis |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Daniel Keyes Rob Lewis |
| [00:03.09][Verse 1] | |
| [00:19.29] | I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don' t |
| [00:22.05] | So sometimes I will and sometimes I won' t |
| [00:25.08] | Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back |
| [00:27.03] | Sit fat and relax and plan my attack |
| [00:29.70] | Not the one to test I possess mad finesse |
| [00:31.98] | My Buddha was blessed one bird in the nest |
| [00:34.68] | Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in Jeeps |
| [00:36.96] | On the New York streets hittin' urban concrete |
| [00:39.42] | I' m the man untestable, with the extra |
| [00:42.03] | Terrestrial flow, Four Fifty Six CeeLo |
| [00:44.91] | Pop the top off the forty ounce bottle |
| [00:47.04] | I' m not the one to follow, I' m not the role model |
| [00:49.59] | Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock |
| [00:52.08] | Only spits when I react to the bullshit |
| [00:54.69] | So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ |
| [00:57.39] | And save the confessions for JEESuz |
| [00:59.52] | Plus I don' t need to hear no sorrow |
| [01:01.86] | Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow |
| [01:04.38] | Long as I' m breathing, needing, even like |
| [01:06.81] | Steven, achieving, gettin some cheese and |
| [01:09.30] | Representin' lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major |
| [01:12.15] | With the project flavor, I made ya |
| [01:14.28] | Daze ya, my behavior is mad ill if you front |
| [01:17.19] | You know what I want! |
| [01:18.09][Chorus] | |
| [01:19.71] | Whutcha want Nine? Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [01:22.26] | So whutcha want Nine? Mad clips for my nines |
| [01:25.05] | So whutcha want Nine? An ill posse |
| [01:26.40] | And my name up in lights, NINE |
| [01:28.29][Verse 2] | |
| [01:29.10] | I' mma let you know how I feel on the real, I pack |
| [01:31.56] | Steel, it' s like a jungle, makes me wonder where my heel hits the |
| [01:34.08] | Bricks, skips the dog shit, completin' my cipher |
| [01:36.42] | Temper like Rowdy Roddy Piper, hyper like a |
| [01:39.09] | Viper, I' mma strike if I gotta |
| [01:40.95] | Goin' for the jugular stretch you like a copper stoppah |
| [01:43.80] | Stoppah, but you can' t stop me |
| [01:45.96] | Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G |
| [01:48.87] | Came a long way from back in the day |
| [01:51.00] | We did it for no pay, just rhymin' hit the hay and |
| [01:53.73] | Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme |
| [01:56.07] | Hit the park after dark, drop the beat one time |
| [01:58.83] | That' s when shit was real, no phonies no bologna |
| [02:01.59] | Just a homie, mics and wheels of steel |
| [02:03.75] | Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light |
| [02:06.21] | Everything right, jam over: street fight |
| [02:08.76] | Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad |
| [02:10.89] | Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab |
| [02:13.05] | Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice |
| [02:16.32] | A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice |
| [02:18.57] | And now I might make a million, and still son |
| [02:21.00] | It makes the heart pump, you know what I want |
| [02:23.16][Chorus] | |
| [02:24.06] | Whutcha want Nine? Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [02:26.49] | So whutcha want Nine? Mad clips for my nines |
| [02:28.35] | So whutcha want Nine? An ill posse |
| [02:30.72] | And my name up in lights, NINE |
| [02:32.40][Verse 3] | |
| [02:47.82] | Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht |
| [02:50.73] | Brand new Glock nonstop hiphop |
| [02:53.01] | Remote control boombox lampin' on my dresser |
| [02:55.62] | The God ain' t no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya |
| [02:58.05] | Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily |
| [03:00.36] | Nuff treasons, nuff reasons like Philip Bailey |
| [03:03.09] | Can' t get enough of that funky stuff |
| [03:05.19] | Rhymin' astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal |
| [03:08.01] | Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal |
| [03:10.17] | Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya |
| [03:12.96] | Right off the paper, roll a big fat spliff |
| [03:15.15] | Fourfifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip shit |
| [03:17.88] | I' m ready, get the keys for the Jeep, let' s bounce |
| [03:20.19] | Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the |
| [03:23.07] | Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck |
| [03:25.41] | I' m in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck |
| [03:28.08] | Oh what a feeling, I' m on the wheels of steel and |
| [03:30.33] | I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing |
| [03:32.67] | Erything' s kosher copacetic, groovy hiphop moves me |
| [03:35.76] | Soothes me, I' m letting off like an Uzi |
| [03:38.16] | But first steps a doozy and bruise me |
| [03:40.14] | Now I' m choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy |
| [03:43.02] | I wanna get big get paid true stunt |
| [03:45.54] | You know what I want! |
| [03:46.50][Chorus] | |
| [03:48.06] | Whutcha want Nine? Fat beats for my rhymes |
| [03:50.55] | So whutcha want Nine? Mad clips for my nines |
| [03:53.40] | So whutcha want Nine? An ill posse |
| [03:54.75] | And my name up in lights, NINE |
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