| 作词 : Credle, Hall | |
| Uhh, Uhh, yea, yea, ha | |
| Come on, Come on, Come on | |
| Ha | |
| What, yea | |
| Diggin In The Crates ya' | |
| Come on, Come on, Come on | |
| Uhh, yea | |
| Lord Finesse ya' | |
| Check it, yea | |
| Uhh, check it out | |
| Check it out | |
| Yo, my movement motion | |
| Smooth or rough as the ocean | |
| Sometimes it slip away and I lose devotion | |
| My judgement get cloudy | |
| Then I wanna get rowdy | |
| Like Arabia | |
| Terrorize like Saudi Arabia | |
| My avons reflects my mood swing | |
| Switch colors like a mood ring | |
| Wifey telling me good things | |
| So I won't strain | |
| Got grey hairs, and only been here 25 years | |
| Shed tears for niggaz I knew for life, now lifeless | |
| When u died to us, was like the Iranian crisis | |
| I took it hard like a flick slow mo' breathing | |
| Prophetize dot of a book_summer night's dreaming | |
| Semi-wet as I write this | |
| Dragging the cancer sticks | |
| Smoke thick, Hennessey shots to my wig | |
| Half naked while I jot this | |
| Lounging in my boxers | |
| Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas | |
| I get a boner | |
| When am asleep dreaming that im louging on a yaucht | |
| (Chillin in the sun), bom bout the leave the docks | |
| Reality I wake up to | |
| Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
| It's just the... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
| I'm searching for the light like Noah | |
| The flame combust | |
| Upon the bush forseeing my future like the Nova | |
| Pushing for the brighter side of living a life | |
| A better time pouring rhymes like wine | |
| Till my cup run it over | |
| Temptation on my shoulder | |
| I'm growing colder then a polar bear | |
| Thinking about a bank hold up | |
| I fall upon my lap, and rest my head upon my knee caps | |
| Is it a crime that I be dreaming about the G's black? | |
| Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life | |
| Gotta hold it like a knife | |
| Must have more then a slice you know | |
| Frustration, mental masturbation, (confusion) | |
| Life is love living till I'm right be in a illusion | |
| Seclusion, seeing me is rare | |
| I rather attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off | |
| And spend grands, sipping exotic juice | |
| Laying in the shade and shores | |
| At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D.I.T.C. cohorts | |
| Talking to the God Finesse | |
| We tight like indians with a mohawk | |
| And so on, | |
| Conversation going on do the math | |
| Dreaming I leave the___ Champagne bubble bath | |
| Reality I wake up to | |
| Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
| It's just the... | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
| (Your working hard for the dough) | |
| But time seem to go slow | |
| Busting your ass to go from a amatuer to a pro | |
| Low budget feeling inside no more can you score | |
| Bad and good fight inside just like a war | |
| (Slavery later foundation for my nation centuries before | |
| Final Call be the New World Order) | |
| 2 K's on it's way, no time for play | |
| So I prey to God got me on a path of righteuos ways | |
| Even though i get stressed, and frustrated | |
| The best time for me to bless a rhyme is to put the pen through a test | |
| (Yeah I want the riches | |
| The misses on my side on a pool, with the night | |
| When blitzed, and magic like a grand wizard) | |
| Official O.C. a two syllable sound | |
| Three six incomplete like the earth was round | |
| And on that note keep hope alive | |
| Striving to rise | |
| From the inner soul | |
| Seeing through the eyes of a crow you know | |
| Slow pacing walk forth is only right | |
| Seperating the cause | |
| From another man "Far From Yours" | |
| (Going for mine still coming off a two year hiatus) | |
| And in that time nigga's bit my shit like alligators | |
| It's alright though this rap shit is stress for us | |
| It makes u feel like your in a hallway robust with angel dust | |
| Reality i wake up to | |
| My old dad once told me how u live your life is all on you son | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course |
| zuo ci : Credle, Hall | |
| Uhh, Uhh, yea, yea, ha | |
| Come on, Come on, Come on | |
| Ha | |
| What, yea | |
| Diggin In The Crates ya' | |
| Come on, Come on, Come on | |
| Uhh, yea | |
| Lord Finesse ya' | |
| Check it, yea | |
| Uhh, check it out | |
| Check it out | |
| Yo, my movement motion | |
| Smooth or rough as the ocean | |
| Sometimes it slip away and I lose devotion | |
| My judgement get cloudy | |
| Then I wanna get rowdy | |
| Like Arabia | |
| Terrorize like Saudi Arabia | |
| My avons reflects my mood swing | |
| Switch colors like a mood ring | |
| Wifey telling me good things | |
| So I won' t strain | |
| Got grey hairs, and only been here 25 years | |
| Shed tears for niggaz I knew for life, now lifeless | |
| When u died to us, was like the Iranian crisis | |
| I took it hard like a flick slow mo' breathing | |
| Prophetize dot of a book_summer night' s dreaming | |
| Semiwet as I write this | |
| Dragging the cancer sticks | |
| Smoke thick, Hennessey shots to my wig | |
| Half naked while I jot this | |
| Lounging in my boxers | |
| Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas | |
| I get a boner | |
| When am asleep dreaming that im louging on a yaucht | |
| Chillin in the sun, bom bout the leave the docks | |
| Reality I wake up to | |
| Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
| It' s just the... | |
| Chorus | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
| I' m searching for the light like Noah | |
| The flame combust | |
| Upon the bush forseeing my future like the Nova | |
| Pushing for the brighter side of living a life | |
| A better time pouring rhymes like wine | |
| Till my cup run it over | |
| Temptation on my shoulder | |
| I' m growing colder then a polar bear | |
| Thinking about a bank hold up | |
| I fall upon my lap, and rest my head upon my knee caps | |
| Is it a crime that I be dreaming about the G' s black? | |
| Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life | |
| Gotta hold it like a knife | |
| Must have more then a slice you know | |
| Frustration, mental masturbation, confusion | |
| Life is love living till I' m right be in a illusion | |
| Seclusion, seeing me is rare | |
| I rather attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off | |
| And spend grands, sipping exotic juice | |
| Laying in the shade and shores | |
| At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D. I. T. C. cohorts | |
| Talking to the God Finesse | |
| We tight like indians with a mohawk | |
| And so on, | |
| Conversation going on do the math | |
| Dreaming I leave the___ Champagne bubble bath | |
| Reality I wake up to | |
| Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
| It' s just the... | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
| Your working hard for the dough | |
| But time seem to go slow | |
| Busting your ass to go from a amatuer to a pro | |
| Low budget feeling inside no more can you score | |
| Bad and good fight inside just like a war | |
| Slavery later foundation for my nation centuries before | |
| Final Call be the New World Order | |
| 2 K' s on it' s way, no time for play | |
| So I prey to God got me on a path of righteuos ways | |
| Even though i get stressed, and frustrated | |
| The best time for me to bless a rhyme is to put the pen through a test | |
| Yeah I want the riches | |
| The misses on my side on a pool, with the night | |
| When blitzed, and magic like a grand wizard | |
| Official O. C. a two syllable sound | |
| Three six incomplete like the earth was round | |
| And on that note keep hope alive | |
| Striving to rise | |
| From the inner soul | |
| Seeing through the eyes of a crow you know | |
| Slow pacing walk forth is only right | |
| Seperating the cause | |
| From another man " Far From Yours" | |
| Going for mine still coming off a two year hiatus | |
| And in that time nigga' s bit my shit like alligators | |
| It' s alright though this rap shit is stress for us | |
| It makes u feel like your in a hallway robust with angel dust | |
| Reality i wake up to | |
| My old dad once told me how u live your life is all on you son | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course |
| zuò cí : Credle, Hall | |
| Uhh, Uhh, yea, yea, ha | |
| Come on, Come on, Come on | |
| Ha | |
| What, yea | |
| Diggin In The Crates ya' | |
| Come on, Come on, Come on | |
| Uhh, yea | |
| Lord Finesse ya' | |
| Check it, yea | |
| Uhh, check it out | |
| Check it out | |
| Yo, my movement motion | |
| Smooth or rough as the ocean | |
| Sometimes it slip away and I lose devotion | |
| My judgement get cloudy | |
| Then I wanna get rowdy | |
| Like Arabia | |
| Terrorize like Saudi Arabia | |
| My avons reflects my mood swing | |
| Switch colors like a mood ring | |
| Wifey telling me good things | |
| So I won' t strain | |
| Got grey hairs, and only been here 25 years | |
| Shed tears for niggaz I knew for life, now lifeless | |
| When u died to us, was like the Iranian crisis | |
| I took it hard like a flick slow mo' breathing | |
| Prophetize dot of a book_summer night' s dreaming | |
| Semiwet as I write this | |
| Dragging the cancer sticks | |
| Smoke thick, Hennessey shots to my wig | |
| Half naked while I jot this | |
| Lounging in my boxers | |
| Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas | |
| I get a boner | |
| When am asleep dreaming that im louging on a yaucht | |
| Chillin in the sun, bom bout the leave the docks | |
| Reality I wake up to | |
| Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
| It' s just the... | |
| Chorus | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
| I' m searching for the light like Noah | |
| The flame combust | |
| Upon the bush forseeing my future like the Nova | |
| Pushing for the brighter side of living a life | |
| A better time pouring rhymes like wine | |
| Till my cup run it over | |
| Temptation on my shoulder | |
| I' m growing colder then a polar bear | |
| Thinking about a bank hold up | |
| I fall upon my lap, and rest my head upon my knee caps | |
| Is it a crime that I be dreaming about the G' s black? | |
| Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life | |
| Gotta hold it like a knife | |
| Must have more then a slice you know | |
| Frustration, mental masturbation, confusion | |
| Life is love living till I' m right be in a illusion | |
| Seclusion, seeing me is rare | |
| I rather attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off | |
| And spend grands, sipping exotic juice | |
| Laying in the shade and shores | |
| At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D. I. T. C. cohorts | |
| Talking to the God Finesse | |
| We tight like indians with a mohawk | |
| And so on, | |
| Conversation going on do the math | |
| Dreaming I leave the___ Champagne bubble bath | |
| Reality I wake up to | |
| Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
| It' s just the... | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
| Your working hard for the dough | |
| But time seem to go slow | |
| Busting your ass to go from a amatuer to a pro | |
| Low budget feeling inside no more can you score | |
| Bad and good fight inside just like a war | |
| Slavery later foundation for my nation centuries before | |
| Final Call be the New World Order | |
| 2 K' s on it' s way, no time for play | |
| So I prey to God got me on a path of righteuos ways | |
| Even though i get stressed, and frustrated | |
| The best time for me to bless a rhyme is to put the pen through a test | |
| Yeah I want the riches | |
| The misses on my side on a pool, with the night | |
| When blitzed, and magic like a grand wizard | |
| Official O. C. a two syllable sound | |
| Three six incomplete like the earth was round | |
| And on that note keep hope alive | |
| Striving to rise | |
| From the inner soul | |
| Seeing through the eyes of a crow you know | |
| Slow pacing walk forth is only right | |
| Seperating the cause | |
| From another man " Far From Yours" | |
| Going for mine still coming off a two year hiatus | |
| And in that time nigga' s bit my shit like alligators | |
| It' s alright though this rap shit is stress for us | |
| It makes u feel like your in a hallway robust with angel dust | |
| Reality i wake up to | |
| My old dad once told me how u live your life is all on you son | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
| Make me wanna cuss | |
| I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
| With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course |
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