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作词 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch
作曲 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch
Gotta bring it to you [?] cowards
And it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas–
Yeah, uh, look
You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit
, I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em
Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some *****es, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given
The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, **** a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hill, talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone 6, five fingers with the "Suck my ****"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip
Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red rum sippin', they ain't cut like this
Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't
It's gon' be so bad, yeah
When the girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in
No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside
Exactly, exactly
That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault
For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hol—
Look, check, look
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You bleed, I bleed and draw blood
I'm a ****in' artiste, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big **** or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom
But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak
And I'm sorry that your bullshit leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even ****
They ask for my coat when I walk in the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door
Crack in the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin' no more, come on
'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look)
Mindin' my business (Uh, look), how about you?
Look, uh, I do it for royal and [Roseline?]
Is he precious? Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (Hey)
Is he athletic as ****? All-American star, hard head
Scholarship at a school in New Orleans
On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (Hey)
Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead
Gotta stay on point like a marksman
Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching
Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state
Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes
Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee
Handed a diploma, all the ruse say, "Hooray"
Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet
Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray?
I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section
With the football team and a couple other professionals
It sound cool but really, this a confessional
Twenty minutes in it, Precious done went to the restroom (Hey)
Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out
They ain't even tell us what that shit was about
All I really seen from the big VIP couch
Was a nigga swing, it hit my sister right in the mouth
The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out
But **** that, the whole team bust that mother****er down
Now we fighting in the street, it's like ten and twenty-three
I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything
Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring
Raj got a ***** doing the hair weave sling
So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing
Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream
And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans
And all the people start police-calling
Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines
To salting crackers that wanna shackle us in chains
Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six
Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain
But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame?
We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud of the shame
Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade
Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin'
"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
What happened? What happened? What happened?
He came in the club
We're talking, we in the restaurant
I go in the bathroom open the door
"Dang B, you could've said something"
And I said B, you ain't gotta tell that, ain't all that serious
And she was all "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom"
Raj said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside"
Taj, she opened the door, Raj said "Roof"
I said, "Oh no, we fighting"
Damn, she was in the stall
In the stall though?
Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up
She opened the door and Raj [?] her
And you know what?
作曲 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch
Gotta bring it to you [?] cowards
And it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas–
Yeah, uh, look
You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit
, I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em
Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some *****es, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given
The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, **** a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hill, talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone 6, five fingers with the "Suck my ****"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip
Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red rum sippin', they ain't cut like this
Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't
It's gon' be so bad, yeah
When the girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in
No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside
Exactly, exactly
That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault
For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hol—
Look, check, look
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You bleed, I bleed and draw blood
I'm a ****in' artiste, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big **** or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom
But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak
And I'm sorry that your bullshit leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even ****
They ask for my coat when I walk in the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door
Crack in the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin' no more, come on
'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look)
Mindin' my business (Uh, look), how about you?
Look, uh, I do it for royal and [Roseline?]
Is he precious? Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (Hey)
Is he athletic as ****? All-American star, hard head
Scholarship at a school in New Orleans
On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (Hey)
Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead
Gotta stay on point like a marksman
Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching
Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state
Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes
Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee
Handed a diploma, all the ruse say, "Hooray"
Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet
Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray?
I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section
With the football team and a couple other professionals
It sound cool but really, this a confessional
Twenty minutes in it, Precious done went to the restroom (Hey)
Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out
They ain't even tell us what that shit was about
All I really seen from the big VIP couch
Was a nigga swing, it hit my sister right in the mouth
The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out
But **** that, the whole team bust that mother****er down
Now we fighting in the street, it's like ten and twenty-three
I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything
Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring
Raj got a ***** doing the hair weave sling
So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing
Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream
And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans
And all the people start police-calling
Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines
To salting crackers that wanna shackle us in chains
Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six
Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain
But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame?
We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud of the shame
Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade
Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin'
"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
What happened? What happened? What happened?
He came in the club
We're talking, we in the restaurant
I go in the bathroom open the door
"Dang B, you could've said something"
And I said B, you ain't gotta tell that, ain't all that serious
And she was all "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom"
Raj said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside"
Taj, she opened the door, Raj said "Roof"
I said, "Oh no, we fighting"
Damn, she was in the stall
In the stall though?
Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up
She opened the door and Raj [?] her
And you know what?
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[00:00.000] 作词 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch [00:00.583] 作曲 : Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch [00:01.166] Gotta bring it to you [?] cowards [00:03.522] And it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas– [00:07.994] Yeah, uh, look [00:09.705] [00:09.866] You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit [00:12.281] , I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic [00:14.752] Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em [00:17.202] Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some *****es, huh [00:19.939] Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given [00:22.008] The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit [00:24.546] Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen [00:27.040] If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits [00:29.694] Feel the kick, **** a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit? [00:32.204] First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess' [00:35.068] On the hill, talkin' shit like Skip [00:36.992] Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff [00:39.468] And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick [00:41.844] Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks [00:44.353] Zone 6, five fingers with the "Suck my ****" [00:46.883] Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip [00:49.398] Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit [00:51.914] But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit [00:54.383] Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip [00:56.821] Blood red rum sippin', they ain't cut like this [00:59.412] [00:59.560] Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" [01:02.232] "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" [01:04.837] "Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" [01:07.272] Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah [01:09.533] [01:09.697] Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't [01:11.928] It's gon' be so bad, yeah [01:14.739] When the girl went off on Precious [01:16.859] The girl went off on Precious [01:18.058] The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in [01:19.859] No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside [01:22.477] Exactly, exactly [01:23.408] That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault [01:27.388] For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hol— [01:29.157] Look, check, look [01:29.443] [01:29.609] You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me [01:32.219] Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe? [01:35.083] You bleed, I bleed and draw blood [01:37.183] I'm a ****in' artiste, Artest with the gun [01:39.491] I can give my world peace, give your world ether [01:42.134] Big **** or grief, I can give your girl either [01:44.594] She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom [01:47.253] But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar [01:49.749] Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak [01:52.084] And I'm sorry that your bullshit leaked [01:53.902] See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers [01:56.347] Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even **** [01:59.720] They ask for my coat when I walk in the door [02:01.940] God flow, I don't walk on the floor [02:03.661] God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door [02:06.930] Crack in the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin' no more, come on [02:09.987] [02:10.167] 'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter [02:12.164] Mindin' my business, I am not you [02:14.733] 'Round in my city, I am my shooter [02:17.230] Mindin' my business, I am not you [02:19.728] 'Round in my city, I am my shooter [02:22.179] Mindin' my business, I am not you [02:24.686] 'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look) [02:27.201] Mindin' my business (Uh, look), how about you? [02:29.662] [02:30.657] Look, uh, I do it for royal and [Roseline?] [02:34.190] Is he precious? Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (Hey) [02:37.125] Is he athletic as ****? All-American star, hard head [02:39.779] Scholarship at a school in New Orleans [02:42.025] On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (Hey) [02:44.852] Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead [02:47.709] Gotta stay on point like a marksman [02:49.793] Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching [02:52.244] Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state [02:54.711] Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes [02:57.194] Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee [02:59.721] Handed a diploma, all the ruse say, "Hooray" [03:02.214] Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet [03:04.696] Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray? [03:07.164] I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section [03:09.703] With the football team and a couple other professionals [03:12.287] It sound cool but really, this a confessional [03:14.676] Twenty minutes in it, Precious done went to the restroom (Hey) [03:17.216] Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out [03:20.248] They ain't even tell us what that shit was about [03:22.486] All I really seen from the big VIP couch [03:24.591] Was a nigga swing, it hit my sister right in the mouth [03:27.066] The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out [03:29.369] But **** that, the whole team bust that mother****er down [03:32.000] Now we fighting in the street, it's like ten and twenty-three [03:34.427] I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything [03:36.953] Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring [03:39.785] Raj got a ***** doing the hair weave sling [03:41.938] So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing [03:44.329] Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream [03:47.497] And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans [03:50.332] And all the people start police-calling [03:52.182] Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines [03:54.695] To salting crackers that wanna shackle us in chains [03:57.059] Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six [03:59.458] Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain [04:02.376] But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame? [04:04.823] We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud of the shame [04:07.636] Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade [04:09.980] Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin' [04:12.363] [04:12.518] "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" [04:14.748] "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" [04:17.267] "Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" [04:19.700] Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah [04:21.026] [04:21.178] Hold on, hold on, hold on [04:21.844] What happened? What happened? What happened? [04:23.990] He came in the club [04:24.764] We're talking, we in the restaurant [04:26.390] I go in the bathroom open the door [04:28.288] "Dang B, you could've said something" [04:30.866] And I said B, you ain't gotta tell that, ain't all that serious [04:33.842] And she was all "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom" [04:37.085] Raj said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside" [04:39.306] Taj, she opened the door, Raj said "Roof" [04:42.919] I said, "Oh no, we fighting" [04:44.113] Damn, she was in the stall [04:45.879] In the stall though? [04:46.576] Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up [04:50.284] She opened the door and Raj [?] her [04:53.010] And you know what?
