| Song | Somethin' 'Bout the Goldie in Me |
| Artist | MC Hammer |
| Album | The Funky Headhunter |
| 作词 : Deuce Deuce, MC Hammer ... | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me | |
| Somethin bout an oakland mack | |
| When I hear this song | |
| It makes an o.g. feel phat | |
| [Verse 1; Hammer] | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me | |
| That makes me laugh at these wannabes | |
| Cause they been watchin too much tv | |
| Rambo and clint eastwood got ya trippin | |
| But the goldie in me, Keeps me thinkin bout my group and never slippin | |
| In that played out tread, Cause most o.g.'s are in the pen or fresh out | |
| And when I hear rappers like you call me wack | |
| I laugh and just say over twenty million sold, Can you buy that? | |
| Yeah, Fake rappers are surreal | |
| You don't hear me though, I thought ya knew | |
| I'm a certified player, You see | |
| Cause of the girls, The girls, They love me | |
| And no matter what my critics say | |
| They all know that I'm mackin this fame | |
| Cause fools can't recognize game | |
| I refuse to be a wannabe | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me, Yeah | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| [Verse 2; Hammer] | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me, See I'm a g | |
| Hangin wit fools like Big loose, Crossecuse, And killa week | |
| Just some hard knunkleheads from the eastside | |
| Where we used to squab, Shoot em down, Collect ends, And high side and rise | |
| And get between thighs on the day to day | |
| Craps, Big bank take little bank, Were games we like to play | |
| Rollin down east 14, The brothers be trippin, They hear the cats be slippin | |
| Cause the moves be quick to zippin | |
| Pickin up freaks every other block, Wherever the ride stop | |
| The girls flock, And all the homies jock, Sock | |
| Bustas makin smart remarks, I'm quick to bust ya | |
| Never worry about my back, Because I'm rollin wit some hustlas | |
| And we don't sell, We bail | |
| Creep through the hood wit pockets fatter than the goodyear blimp | |
| Yeah, An oaktown player, G | |
| It's got to be the goldie in me | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuò cí : Deuce Deuce, MC Hammer ... | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me | |
| Somethin bout an oakland mack | |
| When I hear this song | |
| It makes an o. g. feel phat | |
| Verse 1 Hammer | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me | |
| That makes me laugh at these wannabes | |
| Cause they been watchin too much tv | |
| Rambo and clint eastwood got ya trippin | |
| But the goldie in me, Keeps me thinkin bout my group and never slippin | |
| In that played out tread, Cause most o. g.' s are in the pen or fresh out | |
| And when I hear rappers like you call me wack | |
| I laugh and just say over twenty million sold, Can you buy that? | |
| Yeah, Fake rappers are surreal | |
| You don' t hear me though, I thought ya knew | |
| I' m a certified player, You see | |
| Cause of the girls, The girls, They love me | |
| And no matter what my critics say | |
| They all know that I' m mackin this fame | |
| Cause fools can' t recognize game | |
| I refuse to be a wannabe | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me, Yeah | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Verse 2 Hammer | |
| Somethin bout the goldie in me, See I' m a g | |
| Hangin wit fools like Big loose, Crossecuse, And killa week | |
| Just some hard knunkleheads from the eastside | |
| Where we used to squab, Shoot em down, Collect ends, And high side and rise | |
| And get between thighs on the day to day | |
| Craps, Big bank take little bank, Were games we like to play | |
| Rollin down east 14, The brothers be trippin, They hear the cats be slippin | |
| Cause the moves be quick to zippin | |
| Pickin up freaks every other block, Wherever the ride stop | |
| The girls flock, And all the homies jock, Sock | |
| Bustas makin smart remarks, I' m quick to bust ya | |
| Never worry about my back, Because I' m rollin wit some hustlas | |
| And we don' t sell, We bail | |
| Creep through the hood wit pockets fatter than the goodyear blimp | |
| Yeah, An oaktown player, G | |
| It' s got to be the goldie in me | |
| Chorus 2x |