Campaignin' Lyrics
| Song | Campaignin' |
| Artist | Prodigal Sunn |
| Album | The Return of the Prodigal Sunn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jamal | |
| (Intro: Prodigal Sunn) | |
| .... sippin' champagne | |
| Pain, that's how we campaign, campaign | |
| Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne | |
| Pain, that's how we campaign, pain | |
| Stay ahead of the game, let's stay ahead of the game | |
| Game, that's how we campaign, campaign | |
| Campaign, cam-cam-cam-paign, paign | |
| (Prodigal Sunn) | |
| The cat of the year, stay rugged, Timberland gear | |
| Rockin' Throwbacks, Nike's, Louie, Gucci wear | |
| Rocks in the grill, never ever givin' it up | |
| Go platinum plus, snakes screamin', yellin' what up | |
| What up, these nuts, nigga, and I don't give a fuck either | |
| Check my history, son, kid, I'm a solid figure | |
| Best believe, I'm not afraid at all to squeeze the triggers | |
| Releasin' the liver, enough to make a grown man quiver | |
| Pyramid base, Sunzini the ace | |
| GZA, Ghostface, diamond neck brace, who wanna case? | |
| You know the place, Brooklyn, where we pop those thangs | |
| Fiends sniffin' cocaine, dames, industry lames | |
| Sparklin' ice, knew it for the steps of Christ | |
| Watch the Sunn spit it precise, through the mic device | |
| From 13X to Malcolm, smooth like the wings of a falcon | |
| You know the outcome, still number one (one) | |
| (Chorus: Prodigal Sunn) | |
| Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne | |
| Money grows fame, zippin' slow cash lane | |
| The name I claim be Sunzini, N.Y. City grain | |
| Tinted windows on the block, in the black Range | |
| Attackin' again, any track, I spit flames | |
| Beef anywhere, who want it? I break dreams | |
| Yeah, do it to death, that's how I campaign | |
| More money to make, that's how I campaign | |
| (Yung Masta) | |
| Don't want to step it to me, we come like | |
| State of the art weaponry, never retreat | |
| About them cats, that's undercover D's | |
| Deadly regiment, stay fatigue, cock back and squeeze | |
| Not planted, quicker than Jet Li, buckle your knees | |
| Me and my nigga get it poppin', like nine millimeter assault heaters | |
| Or clash of the titans with dick beaters | |
| Descendents of the teachers of Aristotle, kickin' a full bottle | |
| Yung Masta, Sunzini, stay honest to motto's | |
| Tough act to follow, you get my point, it's real hollow | |
| You'll cast your shadow, you couldn't live through our battles | |
| Your dreams get rattled, if you got bagged, you probably tattled | |
| You that snake in the eagle shadow, you caught nigga, game over | |
| With no replay, in the game like E.A | |
| But not a sport, give 'em force, 'break atoms' like Main Source | |
| We pay course, take a loss, this era, we takin' all | |
| We maintain and campaign, split your wig like migraines | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Prodigal Sunn) | |
| Plantin' dynamite, the scene is right, team is tight | |
| Fist full of shine bright, I still grind on mics | |
| Still pack hot potato, network cable | |
| Activate generate that money on the table | |
| Those who oppose gon' catch metal facials | |
| Ladies love that Kain and Able, up in they navil | |
| Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, that's the way it goes | |
| Girl, you feel so good, ma, I just don't know, sike | |
| Gotta go, gotta go, I'm off to the next state | |
| Thirty G cash, and yo, I'm never late | |
| Gotta collect these papes, I'm movin' through the side floor | |
| Bodies galore, shakin' on dance floors | |
| We thirty deep in the back of the club | |
| Kickin' screamin', Love spinnin' our new hit, exclusive | |
| Two years later, see us chillin' on Cribs | |
| Turkey, lay these for the grillin', cuz I don't eat ribs | |
| To my fam, I got 'em locked to give, loves, I'm lived | |
| He's a mad types, I aint' try'nna catch the hyptz' | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Jamal | |
| Intro: Prodigal Sunn | |
| .... sippin' champagne | |
| Pain, that' s how we campaign, campaign | |
| Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne | |
| Pain, that' s how we campaign, pain | |
| Stay ahead of the game, let' s stay ahead of the game | |
| Game, that' s how we campaign, campaign | |
| Campaign, camcamcampaign, paign | |
| Prodigal Sunn | |
| The cat of the year, stay rugged, Timberland gear | |
| Rockin' Throwbacks, Nike' s, Louie, Gucci wear | |
| Rocks in the grill, never ever givin' it up | |
| Go platinum plus, snakes screamin', yellin' what up | |
| What up, these nuts, nigga, and I don' t give a fuck either | |
| Check my history, son, kid, I' m a solid figure | |
| Best believe, I' m not afraid at all to squeeze the triggers | |
| Releasin' the liver, enough to make a grown man quiver | |
| Pyramid base, Sunzini the ace | |
| GZA, Ghostface, diamond neck brace, who wanna case? | |
| You know the place, Brooklyn, where we pop those thangs | |
| Fiends sniffin' cocaine, dames, industry lames | |
| Sparklin' ice, knew it for the steps of Christ | |
| Watch the Sunn spit it precise, through the mic device | |
| From 13X to Malcolm, smooth like the wings of a falcon | |
| You know the outcome, still number one one | |
| Chorus: Prodigal Sunn | |
| Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne | |
| Money grows fame, zippin' slow cash lane | |
| The name I claim be Sunzini, N. Y. City grain | |
| Tinted windows on the block, in the black Range | |
| Attackin' again, any track, I spit flames | |
| Beef anywhere, who want it? I break dreams | |
| Yeah, do it to death, that' s how I campaign | |
| More money to make, that' s how I campaign | |
| Yung Masta | |
| Don' t want to step it to me, we come like | |
| State of the art weaponry, never retreat | |
| About them cats, that' s undercover D' s | |
| Deadly regiment, stay fatigue, cock back and squeeze | |
| Not planted, quicker than Jet Li, buckle your knees | |
| Me and my nigga get it poppin', like nine millimeter assault heaters | |
| Or clash of the titans with dick beaters | |
| Descendents of the teachers of Aristotle, kickin' a full bottle | |
| Yung Masta, Sunzini, stay honest to motto' s | |
| Tough act to follow, you get my point, it' s real hollow | |
| You' ll cast your shadow, you couldn' t live through our battles | |
| Your dreams get rattled, if you got bagged, you probably tattled | |
| You that snake in the eagle shadow, you caught nigga, game over | |
| With no replay, in the game like E. A | |
| But not a sport, give ' em force, ' break atoms' like Main Source | |
| We pay course, take a loss, this era, we takin' all | |
| We maintain and campaign, split your wig like migraines | |
| Chorus | |
| Prodigal Sunn | |
| Plantin' dynamite, the scene is right, team is tight | |
| Fist full of shine bright, I still grind on mics | |
| Still pack hot potato, network cable | |
| Activate generate that money on the table | |
| Those who oppose gon' catch metal facials | |
| Ladies love that Kain and Able, up in they navil | |
| Hit ' em high, hit ' em low, that' s the way it goes | |
| Girl, you feel so good, ma, I just don' t know, sike | |
| Gotta go, gotta go, I' m off to the next state | |
| Thirty G cash, and yo, I' m never late | |
| Gotta collect these papes, I' m movin' through the side floor | |
| Bodies galore, shakin' on dance floors | |
| We thirty deep in the back of the club | |
| Kickin' screamin', Love spinnin' our new hit, exclusive | |
| Two years later, see us chillin' on Cribs | |
| Turkey, lay these for the grillin', cuz I don' t eat ribs | |
| To my fam, I got ' em locked to give, loves, I' m lived | |
| He' s a mad types, I aint' try' nna catch the hyptz' | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Jamal | |
| Intro: Prodigal Sunn | |
| .... sippin' champagne | |
| Pain, that' s how we campaign, campaign | |
| Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne | |
| Pain, that' s how we campaign, pain | |
| Stay ahead of the game, let' s stay ahead of the game | |
| Game, that' s how we campaign, campaign | |
| Campaign, camcamcampaign, paign | |
| Prodigal Sunn | |
| The cat of the year, stay rugged, Timberland gear | |
| Rockin' Throwbacks, Nike' s, Louie, Gucci wear | |
| Rocks in the grill, never ever givin' it up | |
| Go platinum plus, snakes screamin', yellin' what up | |
| What up, these nuts, nigga, and I don' t give a fuck either | |
| Check my history, son, kid, I' m a solid figure | |
| Best believe, I' m not afraid at all to squeeze the triggers | |
| Releasin' the liver, enough to make a grown man quiver | |
| Pyramid base, Sunzini the ace | |
| GZA, Ghostface, diamond neck brace, who wanna case? | |
| You know the place, Brooklyn, where we pop those thangs | |
| Fiends sniffin' cocaine, dames, industry lames | |
| Sparklin' ice, knew it for the steps of Christ | |
| Watch the Sunn spit it precise, through the mic device | |
| From 13X to Malcolm, smooth like the wings of a falcon | |
| You know the outcome, still number one one | |
| Chorus: Prodigal Sunn | |
| Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne | |
| Money grows fame, zippin' slow cash lane | |
| The name I claim be Sunzini, N. Y. City grain | |
| Tinted windows on the block, in the black Range | |
| Attackin' again, any track, I spit flames | |
| Beef anywhere, who want it? I break dreams | |
| Yeah, do it to death, that' s how I campaign | |
| More money to make, that' s how I campaign | |
| Yung Masta | |
| Don' t want to step it to me, we come like | |
| State of the art weaponry, never retreat | |
| About them cats, that' s undercover D' s | |
| Deadly regiment, stay fatigue, cock back and squeeze | |
| Not planted, quicker than Jet Li, buckle your knees | |
| Me and my nigga get it poppin', like nine millimeter assault heaters | |
| Or clash of the titans with dick beaters | |
| Descendents of the teachers of Aristotle, kickin' a full bottle | |
| Yung Masta, Sunzini, stay honest to motto' s | |
| Tough act to follow, you get my point, it' s real hollow | |
| You' ll cast your shadow, you couldn' t live through our battles | |
| Your dreams get rattled, if you got bagged, you probably tattled | |
| You that snake in the eagle shadow, you caught nigga, game over | |
| With no replay, in the game like E. A | |
| But not a sport, give ' em force, ' break atoms' like Main Source | |
| We pay course, take a loss, this era, we takin' all | |
| We maintain and campaign, split your wig like migraines | |
| Chorus | |
| Prodigal Sunn | |
| Plantin' dynamite, the scene is right, team is tight | |
| Fist full of shine bright, I still grind on mics | |
| Still pack hot potato, network cable | |
| Activate generate that money on the table | |
| Those who oppose gon' catch metal facials | |
| Ladies love that Kain and Able, up in they navil | |
| Hit ' em high, hit ' em low, that' s the way it goes | |
| Girl, you feel so good, ma, I just don' t know, sike | |
| Gotta go, gotta go, I' m off to the next state | |
| Thirty G cash, and yo, I' m never late | |
| Gotta collect these papes, I' m movin' through the side floor | |
| Bodies galore, shakin' on dance floors | |
| We thirty deep in the back of the club | |
| Kickin' screamin', Love spinnin' our new hit, exclusive | |
| Two years later, see us chillin' on Cribs | |
| Turkey, lay these for the grillin', cuz I don' t eat ribs | |
| To my fam, I got ' em locked to give, loves, I' m lived | |
| He' s a mad types, I aint' try' nna catch the hyptz' | |
| Chorus |
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