| Song | We 'Bout To Blow - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | DMX |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Grand Champ |
| 作曲 : Earl Simmons & Damon Blackman & Dennis Joyner & Clarence Reid | |
| 作词 : Blackman, Joyner, Reid ... | |
| Yea, come on | |
| Def Jam yea, come on | |
| Ruff Ryders yea, come on | |
| Def Jam yea, come on | |
| Ruff Ryders yea, come on | |
| Def Jam yea, come on | |
| Ruff Ryders yea, come on | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cuz you know how that shit go | |
| Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go | |
| Get that shit yo, wrong or right me | |
| Dog for life and it's on tonight | |
| Y'all niggaz make money, money, money | |
| My niggaz take money, money, money | |
| Bloodline, get down 'cuz | |
| I love mine | |
| I can put my life on the line at least one time | |
| Cats don't know nothin', but show frontin' | |
| I'm a pump, pump it up like | |
| Joe Budden | |
| Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man | |
| Tryna holla at | |
| Shorty, you still tryna' talk, man | |
| Sometimes niggaz is worse than the bitches | |
| So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches | |
| Cats don't know who you ****in' with | |
| Till you ****in' with | |
| X and you stuck in shit | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| Yo, Grease | |
| I need this beat, no disrespect | |
| I just got some shit | |
| I need to get off my chest | |
| Look around and | |
| I see the rap game is a mess | |
| So many chromes, now they gettin' me vexed | |
| Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit | |
| Soundin' the same, and it's a ma ****in' shame | |
| While lames think they flow so sick, gettin' excited | |
| Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the “ | |
| Young Hoe | |
| Virus”But, let me fall back into character | |
| B got so hot, never been an amateur | |
| Ask the locals, boy its | |
| Lo CoNever | |
| Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know | |
| Check the history, started with the | |
| R'sNow I'm runnin' with the line, four time, no mystery | |
| Dog, tryna position me to get in the door | |
| But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin' it off | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| Dog, gonna be dog, that's how | |
| I get down | |
| Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down | |
| Clowns ain't even built for the circus | |
| I'm about to pop this nigga, dog, it ain't worth it | |
| Tahhh, yea you right, soon as your man make | |
| It dead at night | |
| I'll be there, alight? | |
| Then what? | |
| Everything stops, money turns on the light | |
| And pa pop pop pop! | |
| None stop shots ringin' out, cowards hit the ground | |
| I came to get down if you came to get down | |
| Blow the pound up, niggaz wanna what with us | |
| Bloodline and the dog | |
| I trust, so for the dog | |
| I bustThat thang, catch me while | |
| I'm up in the truck with that thang | |
| Dog get the word, it's a must that | |
| I bangAnd trust me, | |
| I'm gonna do my mother****in' thang | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know | |
| Yeah! Come on man, ya niggaz don't know what the **** this shit is | |
| Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter |
| zuò qǔ : Earl Simmons Damon Blackman Dennis Joyner Clarence Reid | |
| zuò cí : Blackman, Joyner, Reid ... | |
| Yea, come on | |
| Def Jam yea, come on | |
| Ruff Ryders yea, come on | |
| Def Jam yea, come on | |
| Ruff Ryders yea, come on | |
| Def Jam yea, come on | |
| Ruff Ryders yea, come on | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| I' m just gonna stick to the script ' cuz you know how that shit go | |
| Quick to the flip dog, kitten don' t let go | |
| Get that shit yo, wrong or right me | |
| Dog for life and it' s on tonight | |
| Y' all niggaz make money, money, money | |
| My niggaz take money, money, money | |
| Bloodline, get down ' cuz | |
| I love mine | |
| I can put my life on the line at least one time | |
| Cats don' t know nothin', but show frontin' | |
| I' m a pump, pump it up like | |
| Joe Budden | |
| Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man | |
| Tryna holla at | |
| Shorty, you still tryna' talk, man | |
| Sometimes niggaz is worse than the bitches | |
| So I' m a holla at you, but first with the stitches | |
| Cats don' t know who you in' with | |
| Till you in' with | |
| X and you stuck in shit | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| Yo, Grease | |
| I need this beat, no disrespect | |
| I just got some shit | |
| I need to get off my chest | |
| Look around and | |
| I see the rap game is a mess | |
| So many chromes, now they gettin' me vexed | |
| Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit | |
| Soundin' the same, and it' s a ma in' shame | |
| While lames think they flow so sick, gettin' excited | |
| Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the " | |
| Young Hoe | |
| Virus" But, let me fall back into character | |
| B got so hot, never been an amateur | |
| Ask the locals, boy its | |
| Lo CoNever | |
| Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know | |
| Check the history, started with the | |
| R' sNow I' m runnin' with the line, four time, no mystery | |
| Dog, tryna position me to get in the door | |
| But since the door don' t open wide enough, we rippin' it off | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| Dog, gonna be dog, that' s how | |
| I get down | |
| Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down | |
| Clowns ain' t even built for the circus | |
| I' m about to pop this nigga, dog, it ain' t worth it | |
| Tahhh, yea you right, soon as your man make | |
| It dead at night | |
| I' ll be there, alight? | |
| Then what? | |
| Everything stops, money turns on the light | |
| And pa pop pop pop! | |
| None stop shots ringin' out, cowards hit the ground | |
| I came to get down if you came to get down | |
| Blow the pound up, niggaz wanna what with us | |
| Bloodline and the dog | |
| I trust, so for the dog | |
| I bustThat thang, catch me while | |
| I' m up in the truck with that thang | |
| Dog get the word, it' s a must that | |
| I bangAnd trust me, | |
| I' m gonna do my mother in' thang | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! | |
| Man, bitch ass niggaz just don' t know | |
| Yeah! Come on man, ya niggaz don' t know what the this shit is | |
| Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter |