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作曲 : Barrier, Griffin, McVey |
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(*talking*) |
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*******t, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all been waitin' on this here, yep, *******t. |
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R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator. |
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All the fallen soldiers man. |
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Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside. You know what I'm sayin'? |
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All my partners, all your dead partners |
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But *******t I still feel stress, I still gotta get something off my chest |
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While these hoe *******s be doin' what they be doin' |
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I don't know though, *******t ******* it |
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We gon' stay 2 deep in a fo' do'. |
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[Z-Ro:] |
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Slow Loud & Bangin' all in my trunk |
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Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk |
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I blow on skunk, I blow on doja |
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Military minded, I'm a mutha******' soldier |
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Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4 |
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Not no ******* & say I still ain't a hoe |
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Lettin' *******s know everyday of the year |
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I pimp my pen & I get my point clear. |
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Why *******s wanna talk down? I don't know |
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Gotta take a trip to Akapoko from the 4 |
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With my .44 on my side when I ride |
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Ready to do another homicide in a pine box |
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And I'm gone, ******* old glory |
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I'm H-Town to Cali just like Robert Horry |
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If I do a murder flee the murder scene |
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No missin' shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean |
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From Southwest to Southfese, ******* it's about war not 'about peace |
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******* like me, I'm 'about knockin' out teeth. |
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You know what I'm sayin'? I'll loose your grill |
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A ******* comin' down in the Coupe Deville |
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Lookin' gravy, lookin' real throwed |
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I'm a be the ******* pullin' over at the ******g cross road |
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With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride |
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And if I gotta go it'll be a homicide |
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Me & another ******* on the way to the Golden Gate |
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A ******* like me can't wait just to make it to another day |
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Gotta get the big pay off, so get the ******* out my way |
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When I come around your corner so slow |
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It'll be the ******* in the damn Polo |
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That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barrin' |
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Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign |
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Said it like I said it in the old school |
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Some *******s they be red but Z-Ro blue |
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I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin' |
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But I will wet *******s & wet ******* |
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With the calico, I had to let a mutha******* know |
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That I come around your corner in a Lincoln 4 do' |
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A fox photo 'cause I do it in a flash |
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******* watch out 'cause that could be your ass |
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I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong |
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I flicks my bar sip then I swoll on |
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Get on the mutha******' bench |
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And when the laws hit the corner I hit the fence |
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They wonder where I went, they keep lookin' |
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I don't give a ******* like Tyson I keep hookin' |
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Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish |
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I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach |
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I'm a keep goin' I keep on flowin' just like the Nile |
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Million dollar mouthpiece everytime I smile |
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Look & load a ******* ashtray |
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Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day |
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You can open up the pop & let the smoke come out |
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We don't give a damn 'about a crooked ass cop |
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Crooked officer, crooked officer |
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Make a ******* wanna blow the badge off of ya |
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Me & Dougie, my mutha******' brother |
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R.I.P. to my muh'******' mother |
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That's the Dorothy Marie McVey Matthew |
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There's 10 toes planted in my muh'******' shoe |
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I gotta be a man, I hope you understand |
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There's nothin' but the work & the calico in my hand |
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On a corner on the Ridgevan & I'm servin' a fiend |
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A real live B-Boy & you know what I mean |
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I be stackin' up chips like Lego |
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Dark on a pump just like Calvin Kato |
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Houston to the Rocket, a 4 peat like Comets |
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I don't give a *******, good punch a ******* ******* make him vomit |
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On the grind, I'm a take a trip on Greyhound |
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I be flyin' on a plane but the **** is on the ground |
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Headed to Lake Charles or headed to Lafayette |
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Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet |
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I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin |
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Then I do it again |
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I get my ends, I'm in my mutha******' Benz-y |
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Got these hoes runnin' around in a friends-y |
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I be bustin' full clips 'til they empty |
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A piece of potent ******* might tempt me |
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Rain is tryin' to send me to the Penitentiary |
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The main reason why I ain't friendy |
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I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter |
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Dejaun in the back & he got the camcorder |
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Recordin' everything the 4's gon' swang |
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Still pullin' up on Fondren & the Main |
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Lookin' lovely, got to look good |
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I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood |
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Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know |
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I gotta get a ******' P L A T, but first a G O L D |
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A mutha******' plack |
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I keep it straight & simple like that, hit a ******* from the back |
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And I use my mutha******' tool |
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Make her say atch, when I hit a with The Mule. |