| 作曲 : Organized Noize/Andre Benjamin/Antwan André Patton | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yes, Spaghetti junction | |
| Yes, yesElope ski slopes | |
| DamnYeahCheck this out | |
| Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches | |
| Tootin' like it's cool being fooled and | |
| I can't just | |
| Sit around and watch those snow membranes flame | |
| My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain | |
| When it starts to fall | |
| Lookin' like | |
| Ms. Pacman [Incomprehensible] and cat man | |
| I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that man | |
| The nigga the | |
| B.I.G. is high in flight like value jet | |
| You thinking about the | |
| B team 'cause my end is never met nigga | |
| Black man white man jew man ain't no joke | |
| Remember when me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch | |
| And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes | |
| Yeah, they kickin' niggas door down 'cause it ain't no dope | |
| On the streets | |
| And a quarter of time to feed me | |
| That's all a nigga like me need | |
| Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that mess | |
| But never shall you test and never shall you quit | |
| Running up on me with that **** shit will get you nothing but hell | |
| Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home | |
| Don't you dare ever get lost 'cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you've been | |
| Y'all, yes, yes, yes, uh | |
| Well I'm dranking up on yak while | |
| I'm dippin' off in that 'lac | |
| The junkies around my way they are always smokin' up on that crack | |
| Lay them college park hoes flat on they back | |
| Livin' the life of pimps steadily making this paper stack | |
| Niggas don't understand the master plan comin' to earn man | |
| Till they start kickin' the door in then we ready to blast | |
| Them out like planes that's 'bout to crash | |
| So mayday | |
| Maytrain knock 'em up off they ass boy | |
| We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that do | |
| People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot | |
| Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive | |
| Like weak thieves can't break in your crib | |
| And leave and they built like two | |
| So we [Incomprehensible] and then | |
| I'm straight | |
| And they drove by, see my folks can't cover three | |
| I'sWe wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know | |
| Heaven is the only good life so what you strivin' fo | |
| Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home | |
| Don't you dare ever get lost 'cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you've been | |
| Y'all, yes, yes, yes, uh | |
| Uh check this shit out though, uh well | |
| Well I flip flops and football socks | |
| A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays | |
| Lil Jon and | |
| Sirsce so why you worthy | |
| I'm callin' yo ass a flaw pimp yappin' about this crew you run wit | |
| Bank head bouncing to that dumb shit so what mo can you come wit | |
| Yeah, they can bite but cannot be us | |
| They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us | |
| You ought to be ashamed trying to fit in my | |
| AdidasSo run like | |
| D M C like you don't know you got no heater | |
| Well we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' | |
| LincolnGot my heat up under my seat in case the junkies tryin' to take it | |
| Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot | |
| But sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot | |
| They come like black stallions in the night | |
| You see around four or five, that's when they figure the time is right | |
| That's when you good and sleep | |
| I couldn't sleep until | |
| I seen 'em wit my own eyes | |
| Till they come over the hill surprised | |
| Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home | |
| Don't you dare ever get lost 'cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you've been | |
| Y'all, yes, yes, yes, uh |
| zuo qu : Organized Noize Andre Benjamin Antwan Andre Patton | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yes, Spaghetti junction | |
| Yes, yesElope ski slopes | |
| DamnYeahCheck this out | |
| Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches | |
| Tootin' like it' s cool being fooled and | |
| I can' t just | |
| Sit around and watch those snow membranes flame | |
| My ends is loose and you can' t stop that rain | |
| When it starts to fall | |
| Lookin' like | |
| Ms. Pacman Incomprehensible and cat man | |
| I' m speaking about these pros ' cause you know nothing ' bout that man | |
| The nigga the | |
| B. I. G. is high in flight like value jet | |
| You thinking about the | |
| B team ' cause my end is never met nigga | |
| Black man white man jew man ain' t no joke | |
| Remember when me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch | |
| And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes | |
| Yeah, they kickin' niggas door down ' cause it ain' t no dope | |
| On the streets | |
| And a quarter of time to feed me | |
| That' s all a nigga like me need | |
| Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that mess | |
| But never shall you test and never shall you quit | |
| Running up on me with that shit will get you nothing but hell | |
| Be careful where you roam ' cause you might not make it home | |
| Don' t you dare ever get lost ' cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you' ve been | |
| Y' all, yes, yes, yes, uh | |
| Well I' m dranking up on yak while | |
| I' m dippin' off in that ' lac | |
| The junkies around my way they are always smokin' up on that crack | |
| Lay them college park hoes flat on they back | |
| Livin' the life of pimps steadily making this paper stack | |
| Niggas don' t understand the master plan comin' to earn man | |
| Till they start kickin' the door in then we ready to blast | |
| Them out like planes that' s ' bout to crash | |
| So mayday | |
| Maytrain knock ' em up off they ass boy | |
| We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that do | |
| People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot | |
| Right up they sleeve you won' t believe they deceive | |
| Like weak thieves can' t break in your crib | |
| And leave and they built like two | |
| So we Incomprehensible and then | |
| I' m straight | |
| And they drove by, see my folks can' t cover three | |
| I' sWe wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know | |
| Heaven is the only good life so what you strivin' fo | |
| Be careful where you roam ' cause you might not make it home | |
| Don' t you dare ever get lost ' cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you' ve been | |
| Y' all, yes, yes, yes, uh | |
| Uh check this shit out though, uh well | |
| Well I flip flops and football socks | |
| A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays | |
| Lil Jon and | |
| Sirsce so why you worthy | |
| I' m callin' yo ass a flaw pimp yappin' about this crew you run wit | |
| Bank head bouncing to that dumb shit so what mo can you come wit | |
| Yeah, they can bite but cannot be us | |
| They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us | |
| You ought to be ashamed trying to fit in my | |
| AdidasSo run like | |
| D M C like you don' t know you got no heater | |
| Well we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' | |
| LincolnGot my heat up under my seat in case the junkies tryin' to take it | |
| Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot | |
| But sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot | |
| They come like black stallions in the night | |
| You see around four or five, that' s when they figure the time is right | |
| That' s when you good and sleep | |
| I couldn' t sleep until | |
| I seen ' em wit my own eyes | |
| Till they come over the hill surprised | |
| Be careful where you roam ' cause you might not make it home | |
| Don' t you dare ever get lost ' cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you' ve been | |
| Y' all, yes, yes, yes, uh |
| zuò qǔ : Organized Noize Andre Benjamin Antwan André Patton | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yes, Spaghetti junction | |
| Yes, yesElope ski slopes | |
| DamnYeahCheck this out | |
| Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches | |
| Tootin' like it' s cool being fooled and | |
| I can' t just | |
| Sit around and watch those snow membranes flame | |
| My ends is loose and you can' t stop that rain | |
| When it starts to fall | |
| Lookin' like | |
| Ms. Pacman Incomprehensible and cat man | |
| I' m speaking about these pros ' cause you know nothing ' bout that man | |
| The nigga the | |
| B. I. G. is high in flight like value jet | |
| You thinking about the | |
| B team ' cause my end is never met nigga | |
| Black man white man jew man ain' t no joke | |
| Remember when me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch | |
| And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes | |
| Yeah, they kickin' niggas door down ' cause it ain' t no dope | |
| On the streets | |
| And a quarter of time to feed me | |
| That' s all a nigga like me need | |
| Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that mess | |
| But never shall you test and never shall you quit | |
| Running up on me with that shit will get you nothing but hell | |
| Be careful where you roam ' cause you might not make it home | |
| Don' t you dare ever get lost ' cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you' ve been | |
| Y' all, yes, yes, yes, uh | |
| Well I' m dranking up on yak while | |
| I' m dippin' off in that ' lac | |
| The junkies around my way they are always smokin' up on that crack | |
| Lay them college park hoes flat on they back | |
| Livin' the life of pimps steadily making this paper stack | |
| Niggas don' t understand the master plan comin' to earn man | |
| Till they start kickin' the door in then we ready to blast | |
| Them out like planes that' s ' bout to crash | |
| So mayday | |
| Maytrain knock ' em up off they ass boy | |
| We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that do | |
| People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot | |
| Right up they sleeve you won' t believe they deceive | |
| Like weak thieves can' t break in your crib | |
| And leave and they built like two | |
| So we Incomprehensible and then | |
| I' m straight | |
| And they drove by, see my folks can' t cover three | |
| I' sWe wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know | |
| Heaven is the only good life so what you strivin' fo | |
| Be careful where you roam ' cause you might not make it home | |
| Don' t you dare ever get lost ' cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you' ve been | |
| Y' all, yes, yes, yes, uh | |
| Uh check this shit out though, uh well | |
| Well I flip flops and football socks | |
| A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays | |
| Lil Jon and | |
| Sirsce so why you worthy | |
| I' m callin' yo ass a flaw pimp yappin' about this crew you run wit | |
| Bank head bouncing to that dumb shit so what mo can you come wit | |
| Yeah, they can bite but cannot be us | |
| They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us | |
| You ought to be ashamed trying to fit in my | |
| AdidasSo run like | |
| D M C like you don' t know you got no heater | |
| Well we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' | |
| LincolnGot my heat up under my seat in case the junkies tryin' to take it | |
| Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot | |
| But sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot | |
| They come like black stallions in the night | |
| You see around four or five, that' s when they figure the time is right | |
| That' s when you good and sleep | |
| I couldn' t sleep until | |
| I seen ' em wit my own eyes | |
| Till they come over the hill surprised | |
| Be careful where you roam ' cause you might not make it home | |
| Don' t you dare ever get lost ' cause you get caught up in that sauce | |
| To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims | |
| Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you' ve been | |
| Y' all, yes, yes, yes, uh |
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