| 作词 : Benjamin, Johnson, Patton | |
| Something's gotta give | |
| Yeah, you know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood | |
| Martin Luther king, bankhead | |
| Under-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods | |
| I goLike green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat | |
| But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas | |
| Remember the football socks, aerobic | |
| Reeboks and | |
| Decaturs, now | |
| You up to par and ready fo yo lesson | |
| I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session | |
| Like Tri-City high school, was pullin' 'em in a broke down | |
| RabbitI spit a couple of words and layin' 'em down was just a habit | |
| Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up | |
| Talkin' about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up | |
| Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit | |
| IsotonersAnd went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner | |
| Tell 'em Big | |
| Boi did it, | |
| I swear that nigga be rhymin' | |
| Every lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls | |
| Girl when you givin up them draws, 'cause | |
| I got a couple of niggaz down the hall that wanna hit it too | |
| I'm not the type to be actin' selfish | |
| Set it out and let it out and | |
| I'll be right back just like | |
| Elvis'Cause the postman rings twice | |
| Hey Mr. Postman | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A.T.L.Put tha | |
| S.W.A.T.S., | |
| S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car | |
| Let's travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A.T.L.Put tha | |
| S.W.A.T.S., | |
| S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car | |
| Let's travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Everybody wanna get signed, but, here to tell you | |
| Record companies act like pimps | |
| Gettin' paid off what we made | |
| When we the ones that's fly like blimps | |
| But ain't no | |
| Goodyear, | |
| I tell it like it is so | |
| I'm like look here | |
| Just willin' to get what | |
| I deserve my kids to have a mother | |
| And a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin' "woof-woof" | |
| Who knows what | |
| I'ma say soon's | |
| I leave this recording booth | |
| Poof, back in the real world where birds fly | |
| From Miami by way of | |
| Cuba to whoever wants to get that high | |
| There's clouds of clowns, seas of | |
| G'sProjects, packed with playas meditating on their knees | |
| Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef | |
| You won't believe the shit that niggaz attempt' | |
| Cause they got other mouths to feed | |
| Besides they own | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A.T.L.Put tha | |
| S.W.A.T.S., | |
| S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car | |
| Let's travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A.T.L.Put tha | |
| S.W.A.T.S., | |
| S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car | |
| Let's travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| There's some hoes in this house, damn right | |
| I'm thinkin' about the way you skull me, guzz me | |
| Suckin' me dry like deserts | |
| Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips | |
| Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip | |
| Shakin' that ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my | |
| CadillacBack, don't ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores | |
| Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because | |
| I'm reckless | |
| Back in the days when | |
| I was broke | |
| I'd snatch your fuckin' necklace | |
| You ol' pussy-ass nigga, yeah | |
| Everybody hi | |
| Everybody hi | |
| Everybody hi... |
| zuo ci : Benjamin, Johnson, Patton | |
| Something' s gotta give | |
| Yeah, you know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood | |
| Martin Luther king, bankhead | |
| Undercover, over da hills and thru tha woods | |
| I goLike green lights, a southern nigga that' s comin fo' yo' throat | |
| But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas | |
| Remember the football socks, aerobic | |
| Reeboks and | |
| Decaturs, now | |
| You up to par and ready fo yo lesson | |
| I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let' s crank up a session | |
| Like TriCity high school, was pullin' ' em in a broke down | |
| RabbitI spit a couple of words and layin' ' em down was just a habit | |
| Just like smokey, choking off da peewee that we rolled up | |
| Talkin' about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up | |
| Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit | |
| IsotonersAnd went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner | |
| Tell ' em Big | |
| Boi did it, | |
| I swear that nigga be rhymin' | |
| Every lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls | |
| Girl when you givin up them draws, ' cause | |
| I got a couple of niggaz down the hall that wanna hit it too | |
| I' m not the type to be actin' selfish | |
| Set it out and let it out and | |
| I' ll be right back just like | |
| Elvis' Cause the postman rings twice | |
| Hey Mr. Postman | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Everybody wanna get signed, but, here to tell you | |
| Record companies act like pimps | |
| Gettin' paid off what we made | |
| When we the ones that' s fly like blimps | |
| But ain' t no | |
| Goodyear, | |
| I tell it like it is so | |
| I' m like look here | |
| Just willin' to get what | |
| I deserve my kids to have a mother | |
| And a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin' " woofwoof" | |
| Who knows what | |
| I' ma say soon' s | |
| I leave this recording booth | |
| Poof, back in the real world where birds fly | |
| From Miami by way of | |
| Cuba to whoever wants to get that high | |
| There' s clouds of clowns, seas of | |
| G' sProjects, packed with playas meditating on their knees | |
| Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef | |
| You won' t believe the shit that niggaz attempt' | |
| Cause they got other mouths to feed | |
| Besides they own | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| There' s some hoes in this house, damn right | |
| I' m thinkin' about the way you skull me, guzz me | |
| Suckin' me dry like deserts | |
| Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips | |
| Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip | |
| Shakin' that ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my | |
| CadillacBack, don' t ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores | |
| Hors d' oevres, swerve, hit the curb because | |
| I' m reckless | |
| Back in the days when | |
| I was broke | |
| I' d snatch your fuckin' necklace | |
| You ol' pussyass nigga, yeah | |
| Everybody hi | |
| Everybody hi | |
| Everybody hi... |
| zuò cí : Benjamin, Johnson, Patton | |
| Something' s gotta give | |
| Yeah, you know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood | |
| Martin Luther king, bankhead | |
| Undercover, over da hills and thru tha woods | |
| I goLike green lights, a southern nigga that' s comin fo' yo' throat | |
| But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas | |
| Remember the football socks, aerobic | |
| Reeboks and | |
| Decaturs, now | |
| You up to par and ready fo yo lesson | |
| I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let' s crank up a session | |
| Like TriCity high school, was pullin' ' em in a broke down | |
| RabbitI spit a couple of words and layin' ' em down was just a habit | |
| Just like smokey, choking off da peewee that we rolled up | |
| Talkin' about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up | |
| Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit | |
| IsotonersAnd went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner | |
| Tell ' em Big | |
| Boi did it, | |
| I swear that nigga be rhymin' | |
| Every lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls | |
| Girl when you givin up them draws, ' cause | |
| I got a couple of niggaz down the hall that wanna hit it too | |
| I' m not the type to be actin' selfish | |
| Set it out and let it out and | |
| I' ll be right back just like | |
| Elvis' Cause the postman rings twice | |
| Hey Mr. Postman | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Everybody wanna get signed, but, here to tell you | |
| Record companies act like pimps | |
| Gettin' paid off what we made | |
| When we the ones that' s fly like blimps | |
| But ain' t no | |
| Goodyear, | |
| I tell it like it is so | |
| I' m like look here | |
| Just willin' to get what | |
| I deserve my kids to have a mother | |
| And a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin' " woofwoof" | |
| Who knows what | |
| I' ma say soon' s | |
| I leave this recording booth | |
| Poof, back in the real world where birds fly | |
| From Miami by way of | |
| Cuba to whoever wants to get that high | |
| There' s clouds of clowns, seas of | |
| G' sProjects, packed with playas meditating on their knees | |
| Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef | |
| You won' t believe the shit that niggaz attempt' | |
| Cause they got other mouths to feed | |
| Besides they own | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| Power, power, | |
| I come gimme some | |
| Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, | |
| A. T. L. Put tha | |
| S. W. A. T. S., | |
| S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car | |
| Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines | |
| There' s some hoes in this house, damn right | |
| I' m thinkin' about the way you skull me, guzz me | |
| Suckin' me dry like deserts | |
| Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips | |
| Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip | |
| Shakin' that ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my | |
| CadillacBack, don' t ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores | |
| Hors d' oevres, swerve, hit the curb because | |
| I' m reckless | |
| Back in the days when | |
| I was broke | |
| I' d snatch your fuckin' necklace | |
| You ol' pussyass nigga, yeah | |
| Everybody hi | |
| Everybody hi | |
| Everybody hi... |
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