| 作曲 : Corey Woods/Dennis Coles/Robert Diggs | |
| Yeah, scandalous | |
| Yeah, miraculous the arsonists | |
| Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602 | |
| L, I heard they had | |
| O's for sale | |
| I heard the same shit, money drive a | |
| Burgundy whip | |
| Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate | |
| Where's the cat from, think he's from | |
| New Jerusalem | |
| Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him | |
| Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the | |
| GodHe go with | |
| Tim, the one who called lover of | |
| GodY.E.quality | |
| S.Elf, I know the natural law now | |
| It's time to get the | |
| God you and blow like mines | |
| But on the low | |
| I heard he got born original sin | |
| Back in a drive-through | |
| Kentucky Fried shot up his ack | |
| We got to get him | |
| Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread | |
| U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo | |
| Knock on daddy | |
| O's door get the scope | |
| He's not home, he took | |
| Ishmael to | |
| Park Slope | |
| There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff | |
| That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums | |
| Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend | |
| WandaShe drive a green | |
| Honda with legs like | |
| Jane Fonda | |
| I just left her, she took | |
| Rashean to | |
| Pathmark then | |
| Jetted to canal to get her man some | |
| ClarksShe said, "Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid" | |
| She say, "Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?" | |
| Two hours later, scheamin' like | |
| Deniro in | |
| CasinoSon better have more coke than | |
| Al PacinoKeana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a | |
| Sting and a half | |
| And Tymeek bought her a aircraft | |
| But anyway, yo, daddy | |
| O home, we need the shotties nidow | |
| When we get back, throw you a bit out | |
| Later that night, stay mesmerized yo | |
| Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of | |
| MarriotYou ready, you got the | |
| E and J and | |
| The Machete? | |
| We goin' upstairs, | |
| I hope one nigga is empty | |
| We walked in both of us looked like terrorists | |
| Masks on, second floor, | |
| Dunn yo, I handle this | |
| Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical | |
| Natural, ****in' a white bitch, actual | |
| Fiends chantin', "Do your thing chef, handle it" | |
| I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit | |
| CarolynRan to the back analyzin', much disguisin' | |
| Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized | |
| And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, **** it | |
| Meet Shottie | |
| Waddy slug body hobby | |
| Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin' | |
| Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin' | |
| Where the blow at, | |
| I ain't got shit, stop frontin' | |
| Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin' | |
| Bitch, show that bit, before | |
| I push your wig back | |
| Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at | |
| Come here | |
| Valerie, you know the | |
| God he need a salary | |
| Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery | |
| It's in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin' | |
| Only found a white block of cheese from | |
| New Zealand | |
| Oh shit, yo, yo where that shit at yo? | |
| Yo Chef, where that shit? | |
| What? |
| zuo qu : Corey Woods Dennis Coles Robert Diggs | |
| Yeah, scandalous | |
| Yeah, miraculous the arsonists | |
| Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602 | |
| L, I heard they had | |
| O' s for sale | |
| I heard the same shit, money drive a | |
| Burgundy whip | |
| Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate | |
| Where' s the cat from, think he' s from | |
| New Jerusalem | |
| Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him | |
| Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the | |
| GodHe go with | |
| Tim, the one who called lover of | |
| GodY. E. quality | |
| S. Elf, I know the natural law now | |
| It' s time to get the | |
| God you and blow like mines | |
| But on the low | |
| I heard he got born original sin | |
| Back in a drivethrough | |
| Kentucky Fried shot up his ack | |
| We got to get him | |
| Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread | |
| U. F. O.' s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo | |
| Knock on daddy | |
| O' s door get the scope | |
| He' s not home, he took | |
| Ishmael to | |
| Park Slope | |
| There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff | |
| That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums | |
| Peace Keana, what' s up with your girlfriend | |
| WandaShe drive a green | |
| Honda with legs like | |
| Jane Fonda | |
| I just left her, she took | |
| Rashean to | |
| Pathmark then | |
| Jetted to canal to get her man some | |
| ClarksShe said, " Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid" | |
| She say, " Peace to W, who' s watchin' the kids?" | |
| Two hours later, scheamin' like | |
| Deniro in | |
| CasinoSon better have more coke than | |
| Al PacinoKeana ain' t tellin' no lies, last year she did a | |
| Sting and a half | |
| And Tymeek bought her a aircraft | |
| But anyway, yo, daddy | |
| O home, we need the shotties nidow | |
| When we get back, throw you a bit out | |
| Later that night, stay mesmerized yo | |
| Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of | |
| MarriotYou ready, you got the | |
| E and J and | |
| The Machete? | |
| We goin' upstairs, | |
| I hope one nigga is empty | |
| We walked in both of us looked like terrorists | |
| Masks on, second floor, | |
| Dunn yo, I handle this | |
| Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical | |
| Natural, in' a white bitch, actual | |
| Fiends chantin', " Do your thing chef, handle it" | |
| I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit | |
| CarolynRan to the back analyzin', much disguisin' | |
| Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized | |
| And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, it | |
| Meet Shottie | |
| Waddy slug body hobby | |
| Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin' | |
| Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin' | |
| Where the blow at, | |
| I ain' t got shit, stop frontin' | |
| Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money' ll start stuntin' | |
| Bitch, show that bit, before | |
| I push your wig back | |
| Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at | |
| Come here | |
| Valerie, you know the | |
| God he need a salary | |
| Put down the pipe here' s two tickets to a coke gallery | |
| It' s in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin' | |
| Only found a white block of cheese from | |
| New Zealand | |
| Oh shit, yo, yo where that shit at yo? | |
| Yo Chef, where that shit? | |
| What? |
| zuò qǔ : Corey Woods Dennis Coles Robert Diggs | |
| Yeah, scandalous | |
| Yeah, miraculous the arsonists | |
| Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602 | |
| L, I heard they had | |
| O' s for sale | |
| I heard the same shit, money drive a | |
| Burgundy whip | |
| Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate | |
| Where' s the cat from, think he' s from | |
| New Jerusalem | |
| Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him | |
| Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the | |
| GodHe go with | |
| Tim, the one who called lover of | |
| GodY. E. quality | |
| S. Elf, I know the natural law now | |
| It' s time to get the | |
| God you and blow like mines | |
| But on the low | |
| I heard he got born original sin | |
| Back in a drivethrough | |
| Kentucky Fried shot up his ack | |
| We got to get him | |
| Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread | |
| U. F. O.' s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo | |
| Knock on daddy | |
| O' s door get the scope | |
| He' s not home, he took | |
| Ishmael to | |
| Park Slope | |
| There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff | |
| That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums | |
| Peace Keana, what' s up with your girlfriend | |
| WandaShe drive a green | |
| Honda with legs like | |
| Jane Fonda | |
| I just left her, she took | |
| Rashean to | |
| Pathmark then | |
| Jetted to canal to get her man some | |
| ClarksShe said, " Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid" | |
| She say, " Peace to W, who' s watchin' the kids?" | |
| Two hours later, scheamin' like | |
| Deniro in | |
| CasinoSon better have more coke than | |
| Al PacinoKeana ain' t tellin' no lies, last year she did a | |
| Sting and a half | |
| And Tymeek bought her a aircraft | |
| But anyway, yo, daddy | |
| O home, we need the shotties nidow | |
| When we get back, throw you a bit out | |
| Later that night, stay mesmerized yo | |
| Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of | |
| MarriotYou ready, you got the | |
| E and J and | |
| The Machete? | |
| We goin' upstairs, | |
| I hope one nigga is empty | |
| We walked in both of us looked like terrorists | |
| Masks on, second floor, | |
| Dunn yo, I handle this | |
| Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical | |
| Natural, in' a white bitch, actual | |
| Fiends chantin', " Do your thing chef, handle it" | |
| I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit | |
| CarolynRan to the back analyzin', much disguisin' | |
| Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized | |
| And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, it | |
| Meet Shottie | |
| Waddy slug body hobby | |
| Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin' | |
| Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin' | |
| Where the blow at, | |
| I ain' t got shit, stop frontin' | |
| Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money' ll start stuntin' | |
| Bitch, show that bit, before | |
| I push your wig back | |
| Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at | |
| Come here | |
| Valerie, you know the | |
| God he need a salary | |
| Put down the pipe here' s two tickets to a coke gallery | |
| It' s in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin' | |
| Only found a white block of cheese from | |
| New Zealand | |
| Oh shit, yo, yo where that shit at yo? | |
| Yo Chef, where that shit? | |
| What? |
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