Unanimous Decision Lyrics
| Song | Unanimous Decision |
| Artist | Mr. Cheeks |
| Album | John P. Kelly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kelly, Saget, Valdez | |
| Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with | |
| My nigga says, ?Got me shit, to help me spit with? | |
| Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes | |
| Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes | |
| Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager | |
| Say, ?I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha? | |
| I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things | |
| Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came | |
| Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' | |
| You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York | |
| We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' | |
| Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin | |
| Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough | |
| On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face | |
| Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel | |
| I just met him but I be tossin' | |
| Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it | |
| With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas | |
| They think they doin' them, they really doin' me | |
| They think they doin' R O L Q L E | |
| They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight | |
| Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White | |
| It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time | |
| No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme | |
| Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga | |
| We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga | |
| The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm | |
| You thought G was gone and now you see it's on | |
| I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em | |
| I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' | |
| I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me | |
| I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me | |
| Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate | |
| No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate | |
| It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us | |
| Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us | |
| On twenty inches now, with my tens down | |
| I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now | |
| I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me | |
| You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me | |
| Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me | |
| I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me | |
| Niggas know how I get down, how I do | |
| I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew | |
| Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga | |
| Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu | |
| The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together | |
| Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather | |
| That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn | |
| Once again shit is on, can we gone | |
| C'mon, c'mon |
| zuo qu : Kelly, Saget, Valdez | |
| Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with | |
| My nigga says, nbsp? Got me shit, to help me spit with? | |
| Me and my crew, man, we don' t got the same dimes | |
| Don' t got the same style, don' t got the same rhymes | |
| Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager | |
| Say, nbsp? I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha? | |
| I' m in the strap game tight, I' m in the mix of things | |
| Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came | |
| Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' | |
| You reppin' Queens nigga, I' m reppin' East New York | |
| We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' | |
| Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin | |
| Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough | |
| On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face | |
| Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel | |
| I just met him but I be tossin' | |
| Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it | |
| With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas | |
| They think they doin' them, they really doin' me | |
| They think they doin' R O L Q L E | |
| They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight | |
| Ay yo I' m back up in this game as if I' m Frank White | |
| It' s time to give it to these niggas, kid it' s really time | |
| No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme | |
| Fuck from a dummy nigga, it' s nothin' funny nigga | |
| We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga | |
| The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm | |
| You thought G was gone and now you see it' s on | |
| I keep it really raw, that' s how we give it to ' em | |
| I' m holdin' down my G' s we need to get to doin' | |
| I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me | |
| I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me | |
| Ay yo let' s get this money, let' s stash some real estate | |
| No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate | |
| It' s no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us | |
| Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us | |
| On twenty inches now, with my tens down | |
| I push a truck now, don' t give a fuck now | |
| I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me | |
| You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me | |
| Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me | |
| I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me | |
| Niggas know how I get down, how I do | |
| I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew | |
| Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga | |
| Dynamic duo, you' s a slim grim, I' m holy chulu | |
| The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together | |
| Yo I' m a field jacket, yo I' m a butter leather | |
| That' s how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn | |
| Once again shit is on, can we gone | |
| C' mon, c' mon |
| zuò qǔ : Kelly, Saget, Valdez | |
| Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with | |
| My nigga says, nbsp? Got me shit, to help me spit with? | |
| Me and my crew, man, we don' t got the same dimes | |
| Don' t got the same style, don' t got the same rhymes | |
| Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager | |
| Say, nbsp? I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha? | |
| I' m in the strap game tight, I' m in the mix of things | |
| Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came | |
| Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' | |
| You reppin' Queens nigga, I' m reppin' East New York | |
| We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' | |
| Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin | |
| Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough | |
| On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face | |
| Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel | |
| I just met him but I be tossin' | |
| Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it | |
| With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas | |
| They think they doin' them, they really doin' me | |
| They think they doin' R O L Q L E | |
| They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight | |
| Ay yo I' m back up in this game as if I' m Frank White | |
| It' s time to give it to these niggas, kid it' s really time | |
| No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme | |
| Fuck from a dummy nigga, it' s nothin' funny nigga | |
| We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga | |
| The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm | |
| You thought G was gone and now you see it' s on | |
| I keep it really raw, that' s how we give it to ' em | |
| I' m holdin' down my G' s we need to get to doin' | |
| I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me | |
| I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me | |
| Ay yo let' s get this money, let' s stash some real estate | |
| No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate | |
| It' s no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us | |
| Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us | |
| On twenty inches now, with my tens down | |
| I push a truck now, don' t give a fuck now | |
| I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me | |
| You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me | |
| Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me | |
| I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me | |
| Niggas know how I get down, how I do | |
| I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew | |
| Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga | |
| Dynamic duo, you' s a slim grim, I' m holy chulu | |
| The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together | |
| Yo I' m a field jacket, yo I' m a butter leather | |
| That' s how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn | |
| Once again shit is on, can we gone | |
| C' mon, c' mon |
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