| 作词 : Bernstein, Stevens, Thomas | |
| My folks on the block man they got dat work | |
| Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?) | |
| [Chorus: Turf Talk - repeat 2X] | |
| (I got dat work!) Yola, cavi, cream | |
| **** the law, charge it to the triple beam | |
| (I got dat work!) Young riders run the block | |
| Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out | |
| [E-40] | |
| Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't) | |
| Pimp containers, let's put some paint where it ain't | |
| Block boys, tycoons, big ballers (big ballers) | |
| Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers) | |
| Get off into this real shit (real shit) | |
| There's a shortage on this real shit, I'm still here | |
| And my heard don't pump Kool-Aid, my heart pump beer | |
| Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve | |
| Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like | |
| What that is, family? What it look like? | |
| How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need? | |
| I got it all day pimp, weed hop speed | |
| I ball like Spalding, I'm from the game | |
| I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron {?} tame | |
| I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, full of excitement | |
| Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment | |
| My designated riders got my back like a car seat | |
| Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT | |
| Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility | |
| Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Turf Talk] | |
| Self-reliant, benefits off drug-related environments | |
| Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances | |
| Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake | |
| Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break | |
| V-Town, central walk | |
| Serve dope instrumental, me and my folks | |
| Lil' homey on the handlebars | |
| Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard | |
| Throw my weight around mark, don't call it the boul' | |
| I call it the bully-vard, THICK powder to snort | |
| Turf talk won't smoke gotta dip the new cars | |
| Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch (I got dat work!) | |
| You want it you gotta buy dope from us | |
| Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush | |
| Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push | |
| Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [E-40] | |
| Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard) | |
| Know all the latest developments on the boulevard (on the boulevard) | |
| Before he went down he gave out some credit stories | |
| Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it | |
| But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it | |
| Ain't no more rules, it's dirty pool | |
| Ain't no more dudes that can tell me I'm right or wrong | |
| As far as I'm concerned, MOTHER****ER I'M GROWN | |
| I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobile phone | |
| I'm talkin hella shit (hella shit) shit to my broad, she at home | |
| I'm like where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm layin on the flo' | |
| She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do' | |
| For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be creased | |
| The Elroys, that's what we named the police | |
| I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us | |
| The ghost clears, we right back at it again | |
| Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration | |
| And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation | |
| I'm a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate to | |
| Like E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I got dat work! | |
| [E-40 - repeat 4X] | |
| My folks on the block man they got dat work | |
| Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?) | |
| I got dat work! |
| zuo ci : Bernstein, Stevens, Thomas | |
| My folks on the block man they got dat work | |
| Man they got dat work? Don' t it smell so sweet? | |
| Chorus: Turf Talk repeat 2X | |
| I got dat work! Yola, cavi, cream | |
| the law, charge it to the triple beam | |
| I got dat work! Young riders run the block | |
| Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out | |
| E40 | |
| Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain' t ain' t | |
| Pimp containers, let' s put some paint where it ain' t | |
| Block boys, tycoons, big ballers big ballers | |
| Young hustlers mayne, shot callers shot callers | |
| Get off into this real shit real shit | |
| There' s a shortage on this real shit, I' m still here | |
| And my heard don' t pump KoolAid, my heart pump beer | |
| Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve | |
| Got' cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like | |
| What that is, family? What it look like? | |
| How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need? | |
| I got it all day pimp, weed hop speed | |
| I ball like Spalding, I' m from the game | |
| I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron ? tame | |
| I' m so damn gone, I' m off the hanger, full of excitement | |
| Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment | |
| My designated riders got my back like a car seat | |
| Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT | |
| Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility | |
| Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV | |
| Chorus | |
| Turf Talk | |
| Selfreliant, benefits off drugrelated environments | |
| Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances | |
| Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake | |
| Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break | |
| VTown, central walk | |
| Serve dope instrumental, me and my folks | |
| Lil' homey on the handlebars | |
| Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard | |
| Throw my weight around mark, don' t call it the boul' | |
| I call it the bullyvard, THICK powder to snort | |
| Turf talk won' t smoke gotta dip the new cars | |
| Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch I got dat work! | |
| You want it you gotta buy dope from us | |
| Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush | |
| Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push | |
| Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my ? bush | |
| Chorus | |
| E40 | |
| Oooh! My crimey' s doin a dove on the yard on the yard | |
| Know all the latest developments on the boulevard on the boulevard | |
| Before he went down he gave out some credit stories | |
| Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it | |
| But you know how this new generation is, man they ain' t havin it | |
| Ain' t no more rules, it' s dirty pool | |
| Ain' t no more dudes that can tell me I' m right or wrong | |
| As far as I' m concerned, MOTHER ER I' M GROWN | |
| I got my Sidekick, I got my TMobile phone | |
| I' m talkin hella shit hella shit shit to my broad, she at home | |
| I' m like where you at? Where you at? She said I' m layin on the flo' | |
| She said the Elroys there, they done kicked in my do' | |
| For those that don' t know, kinda slow, need to be creased | |
| The Elroys, that' s what we named the police | |
| I got my dboys, hood famous ? suit us | |
| The ghost clears, we right back at it again | |
| Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration | |
| And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation | |
| I' m a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate to | |
| Like E40 and them and the Sic Wid' It crew | |
| Chorus | |
| I got dat work! | |
| E40 repeat 4X | |
| My folks on the block man they got dat work | |
| Man they got dat work? Don' t it smell so sweet? | |
| I got dat work! |
| zuò cí : Bernstein, Stevens, Thomas | |
| My folks on the block man they got dat work | |
| Man they got dat work? Don' t it smell so sweet? | |
| Chorus: Turf Talk repeat 2X | |
| I got dat work! Yola, cavi, cream | |
| the law, charge it to the triple beam | |
| I got dat work! Young riders run the block | |
| Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out | |
| E40 | |
| Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain' t ain' t | |
| Pimp containers, let' s put some paint where it ain' t | |
| Block boys, tycoons, big ballers big ballers | |
| Young hustlers mayne, shot callers shot callers | |
| Get off into this real shit real shit | |
| There' s a shortage on this real shit, I' m still here | |
| And my heard don' t pump KoolAid, my heart pump beer | |
| Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve | |
| Got' cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like | |
| What that is, family? What it look like? | |
| How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need? | |
| I got it all day pimp, weed hop speed | |
| I ball like Spalding, I' m from the game | |
| I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron ? tame | |
| I' m so damn gone, I' m off the hanger, full of excitement | |
| Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment | |
| My designated riders got my back like a car seat | |
| Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT | |
| Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility | |
| Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV | |
| Chorus | |
| Turf Talk | |
| Selfreliant, benefits off drugrelated environments | |
| Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances | |
| Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake | |
| Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break | |
| VTown, central walk | |
| Serve dope instrumental, me and my folks | |
| Lil' homey on the handlebars | |
| Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard | |
| Throw my weight around mark, don' t call it the boul' | |
| I call it the bullyvard, THICK powder to snort | |
| Turf talk won' t smoke gotta dip the new cars | |
| Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch I got dat work! | |
| You want it you gotta buy dope from us | |
| Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush | |
| Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push | |
| Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my ? bush | |
| Chorus | |
| E40 | |
| Oooh! My crimey' s doin a dove on the yard on the yard | |
| Know all the latest developments on the boulevard on the boulevard | |
| Before he went down he gave out some credit stories | |
| Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it | |
| But you know how this new generation is, man they ain' t havin it | |
| Ain' t no more rules, it' s dirty pool | |
| Ain' t no more dudes that can tell me I' m right or wrong | |
| As far as I' m concerned, MOTHER ER I' M GROWN | |
| I got my Sidekick, I got my TMobile phone | |
| I' m talkin hella shit hella shit shit to my broad, she at home | |
| I' m like where you at? Where you at? She said I' m layin on the flo' | |
| She said the Elroys there, they done kicked in my do' | |
| For those that don' t know, kinda slow, need to be creased | |
| The Elroys, that' s what we named the police | |
| I got my dboys, hood famous ? suit us | |
| The ghost clears, we right back at it again | |
| Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration | |
| And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation | |
| I' m a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate to | |
| Like E40 and them and the Sic Wid' It crew | |
| Chorus | |
| I got dat work! | |
| E40 repeat 4X | |
| My folks on the block man they got dat work | |
| Man they got dat work? Don' t it smell so sweet? | |
| I got dat work! |
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