| 作词 : Buren, Stevens, Thomas | |
| (*screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming*) | |
| Yeah (3x) | |
| [e-40] | |
| They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass | |
| It's comin from the pen, they say i owe 'em cash | |
| Dwellin off the past and they need it fast | |
| But what they fai'lize is i'll be quick to blast | |
| Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work | |
| Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt | |
| Specialize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the shirt | |
| Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh | |
| Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of swiss malt liquor brewsky | |
| Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater | |
| Sittin on top of the hood of my cutlass | |
| Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette | |
| Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +ganesh+ beadie | |
| What the fuck? w here's the peace treaty? | |
| Full of my wheaties, yes indeedy, m-16's don't shoot no beebees | |
| Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way | |
| Then i put them same size left over bullets up in my a.k. | |
| I can't wait 'til we bump heads | |
| Chorus: | |
| It on, on sight day and night no matter what i'm dumpin' | |
| I'm tryin to see you niggas 'bout somethin' (2x) | |
| "i'm heated, them niggas cheated" - 3x (in background) | |
| We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed (3x) | |
| Shit was 'posed to been squashed | |
| [e-40] | |
| I've got a hunch; meet me at the olive garden spot let's do lunch | |
| Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumps | |
| Sons of bitches must think we some chumps | |
| Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps | |
| [c-bo] | |
| Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips | |
| Out of magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips | |
| Fool, 40-water never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped | |
| Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to | |
| Side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block | |
| All out non stop riders until our casket drop | |
| We smashin, blastin on any, while i remember many | |
| Dash and blastin double two-three's, fuck the enemies | |
| Chorus | |
| [e-40] | |
| One of my big dudes up out hpa shot me a kite today | |
| He up in pelican bay three striker | |
| Doin 25 with a l cause he won't tell on one of his | |
| High-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper | |
| With the shit stacked on the side of his waist | |
| Blood splattered all on the windshield wiper | |
| Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his viper | |
| Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper | |
| Hyperventilated started havin' seizures | |
| No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers | |
| [c-bo] | |
| We stand tall, like manute bol with bigger balls than rupaul | |
| Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all | |
| Don't want to see us niggas on a mission | |
| 150 round drum 45 slugs bitten | |
| No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho' | |
| Leave him stuck in his front seat | |
| 70 rounds through his front window | |
| Ain't no fuckin' with g's | |
| Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees | |
| Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Buren, Stevens, Thomas | |
| screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming | |
| Yeah 3x | |
| e40 | |
| They want problems soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass | |
| It' s comin from the pen, they say i owe ' em cash | |
| Dwellin off the past and they need it fast | |
| But what they fai' lize is i' ll be quick to blast | |
| Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work | |
| Dressed up like a female in a miniskirt | |
| Specialize in doin dirt shootin niggaz in the shirt | |
| Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh | |
| Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40ounce bottle of swiss malt liquor brewsky | |
| Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater | |
| Sittin on top of the hood of my cutlass | |
| Smokin on a nonfilter pink pack colored edition cigarette | |
| Clovefamily affiliated cancer stick lookin ganesh beadie | |
| What the fuck? w here' s the peace treaty? | |
| Full of my wheaties, yes indeedy, m16' s don' t shoot no beebees | |
| Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way | |
| Then i put them same size left over bullets up in my a. k. | |
| I can' t wait ' til we bump heads | |
| Chorus: | |
| It on, on sight day and night no matter what i' m dumpin' | |
| I' m tryin to see you niggas ' bout somethin' 2x | |
| " i' m heated, them niggas cheated" 3x in background | |
| We had a meetin', shit ' posed to been squashed 3x | |
| Shit was ' posed to been squashed | |
| e40 | |
| I' ve got a hunch meet me at the olive garden spot let' s do lunch | |
| Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumps | |
| Sons of bitches must think we some chumps | |
| Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps | |
| cbo | |
| Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips | |
| Out of magnums packin when we blast ' em we all out for the chips | |
| Fool, 40water never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped | |
| Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to | |
| Sideways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block | |
| All out non stop riders until our casket drop | |
| We smashin, blastin on any, while i remember many | |
| Dash and blastin double twothree' s, fuck the enemies | |
| Chorus | |
| e40 | |
| One of my big dudes up out hpa shot me a kite today | |
| He up in pelican bay three striker | |
| Doin 25 with a l cause he won' t tell on one of his | |
| Highranked dudes in position who wears a diaper | |
| With the shit stacked on the side of his waist | |
| Blood splattered all on the windshield wiper | |
| Somebody tried to take his face caught him up in his viper | |
| Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper | |
| Hyperventilated started havin' seizures | |
| No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers | |
| cbo | |
| We stand tall, like manute bol with bigger balls than rupaul | |
| Strapped with 44' s down to execute all y' all | |
| Don' t want to see us niggas on a mission | |
| 150 round drum 45 slugs bitten | |
| No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho' | |
| Leave him stuck in his front seat | |
| 70 rounds through his front window | |
| Ain' t no fuckin' with g' s | |
| Fill ' em up to they neck from they knees | |
| Leave ' em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Buren, Stevens, Thomas | |
| screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming | |
| Yeah 3x | |
| e40 | |
| They want problems soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass | |
| It' s comin from the pen, they say i owe ' em cash | |
| Dwellin off the past and they need it fast | |
| But what they fai' lize is i' ll be quick to blast | |
| Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work | |
| Dressed up like a female in a miniskirt | |
| Specialize in doin dirt shootin niggaz in the shirt | |
| Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh | |
| Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40ounce bottle of swiss malt liquor brewsky | |
| Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater | |
| Sittin on top of the hood of my cutlass | |
| Smokin on a nonfilter pink pack colored edition cigarette | |
| Clovefamily affiliated cancer stick lookin ganesh beadie | |
| What the fuck? w here' s the peace treaty? | |
| Full of my wheaties, yes indeedy, m16' s don' t shoot no beebees | |
| Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way | |
| Then i put them same size left over bullets up in my a. k. | |
| I can' t wait ' til we bump heads | |
| Chorus: | |
| It on, on sight day and night no matter what i' m dumpin' | |
| I' m tryin to see you niggas ' bout somethin' 2x | |
| " i' m heated, them niggas cheated" 3x in background | |
| We had a meetin', shit ' posed to been squashed 3x | |
| Shit was ' posed to been squashed | |
| e40 | |
| I' ve got a hunch meet me at the olive garden spot let' s do lunch | |
| Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumps | |
| Sons of bitches must think we some chumps | |
| Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps | |
| cbo | |
| Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips | |
| Out of magnums packin when we blast ' em we all out for the chips | |
| Fool, 40water never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped | |
| Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to | |
| Sideways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block | |
| All out non stop riders until our casket drop | |
| We smashin, blastin on any, while i remember many | |
| Dash and blastin double twothree' s, fuck the enemies | |
| Chorus | |
| e40 | |
| One of my big dudes up out hpa shot me a kite today | |
| He up in pelican bay three striker | |
| Doin 25 with a l cause he won' t tell on one of his | |
| Highranked dudes in position who wears a diaper | |
| With the shit stacked on the side of his waist | |
| Blood splattered all on the windshield wiper | |
| Somebody tried to take his face caught him up in his viper | |
| Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper | |
| Hyperventilated started havin' seizures | |
| No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers | |
| cbo | |
| We stand tall, like manute bol with bigger balls than rupaul | |
| Strapped with 44' s down to execute all y' all | |
| Don' t want to see us niggas on a mission | |
| 150 round drum 45 slugs bitten | |
| No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho' | |
| Leave him stuck in his front seat | |
| 70 rounds through his front window | |
| Ain' t no fuckin' with g' s | |
| Fill ' em up to they neck from they knees | |
| Leave ' em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze | |
| Chorus |
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