Thatz What I Said Lyrics
| Song | Thatz What I Said |
| Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
| Album | Loaded |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Loki | |
| (lynch): | |
| Now I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed | |
| Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' | |
| Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap | |
| As I creep away in the black cadillac | |
| 'cause you know I got shit to do | |
| Fake id, 'cause I been murderin' muthaf**kas like hiv | |
| As I creep real slow through your blood vessels | |
| Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you | |
| Now I'm stressed with the smith & wess | |
| My music career ain't been the best | |
| Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress | |
| Bitch make my money right | |
| Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes | |
| Then I'm smashin' through the night, mozzaradi with cauz | |
| He hittin' corners hella tight | |
| Nigga you know I'm right | |
| My momma taught me, nigga don't give a f**k | |
| And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up | |
| That's what said | |
| (loki): | |
| I'm high up off the hocus poucus | |
| My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthaf**kas know this | |
| I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade | |
| And hand you the pineapple and say here muthaf**ka, hold this | |
| Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo | |
| We seein' alibi's provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin' | |
| Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit | |
| See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter | |
| Blowin' muthaf**kas into smithers | |
| Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses | |
| Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines | |
| Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited | |
| I mean we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean | |
| I seen war machines and street marines | |
| Dirty nina's in the hands of ghetto fiends | |
| I'm caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams | |
| I got schemes with black berets and get away like o.j., clean | |
| The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16 | |
| You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage | |
| While elections play with the public's rage | |
| F**k those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives through the shit we done | |
| And then say that we ain't right | |
| That's what I said | |
| (lynch): | |
| Black pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em | |
| Hafta buy a pit a week 'cause gone eatin' | |
| Off that mad dog 20/20 I'm bout to take my money | |
| Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage | |
| Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast | |
| It's almost 20g, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash | |
| D-dub around the corner in the impala | |
| Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her | |
| Beta, stand look out by the liquor store | |
| Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe | |
| Time's murder so I'm time plottin' | |
| Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin' | |
| 'cause I'm aggressive like a wolverine | |
| Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline | |
| Hot out your worstest dream | |
| Then it all adds up to sittin' in hawaii | |
| With a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff | |
| That's what I said |
| zuo ci : Loki | |
| lynch: | |
| Now I' m the type of nigga that' ll leave a horse head in ya bed | |
| Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' | |
| Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap | |
| As I creep away in the black cadillac | |
| ' cause you know I got shit to do | |
| Fake id, ' cause I been murderin' muthaf kas like hiv | |
| As I creep real slow through your blood vessels | |
| Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you | |
| Now I' m stressed with the smith wess | |
| My music career ain' t been the best | |
| Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress | |
| Bitch make my money right | |
| Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes | |
| Then I' m smashin' through the night, mozzaradi with cauz | |
| He hittin' corners hella tight | |
| Nigga you know I' m right | |
| My momma taught me, nigga don' t give a f k | |
| And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up | |
| That' s what said | |
| loki: | |
| I' m high up off the hocus poucus | |
| My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthaf kas know this | |
| I' m quick to pull the pin up out the grenade | |
| And hand you the pineapple and say here muthaf ka, hold this | |
| Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the momo | |
| We seein' alibi' s provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin' | |
| Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit | |
| See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter | |
| Blowin' muthaf kas into smithers | |
| Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses | |
| Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines | |
| Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited | |
| I mean we got the v8 for your gangsta lean | |
| I seen war machines and street marines | |
| Dirty nina' s in the hands of ghetto fiends | |
| I' m caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams | |
| I got schemes with black berets and get away like o. j., clean | |
| The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16 | |
| You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage | |
| While elections play with the public' s rage | |
| F k those who criticize, let ' em lead their lives through the shit we done | |
| And then say that we ain' t right | |
| That' s what I said | |
| lynch: | |
| Black pits in the backyard, I don' t feed ' em | |
| Hafta buy a pit a week ' cause gone eatin' | |
| Off that mad dog 20 20 I' m bout to take my money | |
| Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage | |
| Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast | |
| It' s almost 20g, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash | |
| Ddub around the corner in the impala | |
| Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her | |
| Beta, stand look out by the liquor store | |
| Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe | |
| Time' s murder so I' m time plottin' | |
| Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin' | |
| ' cause I' m aggressive like a wolverine | |
| Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline | |
| Hot out your worstest dream | |
| Then it all adds up to sittin' in hawaii | |
| With a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff | |
| That' s what I said |
| zuò cí : Loki | |
| lynch: | |
| Now I' m the type of nigga that' ll leave a horse head in ya bed | |
| Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' | |
| Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap | |
| As I creep away in the black cadillac | |
| ' cause you know I got shit to do | |
| Fake id, ' cause I been murderin' muthaf kas like hiv | |
| As I creep real slow through your blood vessels | |
| Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you | |
| Now I' m stressed with the smith wess | |
| My music career ain' t been the best | |
| Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress | |
| Bitch make my money right | |
| Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes | |
| Then I' m smashin' through the night, mozzaradi with cauz | |
| He hittin' corners hella tight | |
| Nigga you know I' m right | |
| My momma taught me, nigga don' t give a f k | |
| And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up | |
| That' s what said | |
| loki: | |
| I' m high up off the hocus poucus | |
| My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthaf kas know this | |
| I' m quick to pull the pin up out the grenade | |
| And hand you the pineapple and say here muthaf ka, hold this | |
| Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the momo | |
| We seein' alibi' s provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin' | |
| Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit | |
| See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter | |
| Blowin' muthaf kas into smithers | |
| Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses | |
| Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines | |
| Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited | |
| I mean we got the v8 for your gangsta lean | |
| I seen war machines and street marines | |
| Dirty nina' s in the hands of ghetto fiends | |
| I' m caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams | |
| I got schemes with black berets and get away like o. j., clean | |
| The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16 | |
| You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage | |
| While elections play with the public' s rage | |
| F k those who criticize, let ' em lead their lives through the shit we done | |
| And then say that we ain' t right | |
| That' s what I said | |
| lynch: | |
| Black pits in the backyard, I don' t feed ' em | |
| Hafta buy a pit a week ' cause gone eatin' | |
| Off that mad dog 20 20 I' m bout to take my money | |
| Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage | |
| Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast | |
| It' s almost 20g, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash | |
| Ddub around the corner in the impala | |
| Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her | |
| Beta, stand look out by the liquor store | |
| Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe | |
| Time' s murder so I' m time plottin' | |
| Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin' | |
| ' cause I' m aggressive like a wolverine | |
| Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline | |
| Hot out your worstest dream | |
| Then it all adds up to sittin' in hawaii | |
| With a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff | |
| That' s what I said |
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