Da Ill Out

Song Da Ill Out
Artist Redman
Album Muddy Waters

Lyrics

作词 : Murray, Noble, Phillips ...
Yo Reggie,
I'mout [Jamal]
T-ree F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don't get it twisted... nigga [Redman]
Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
Fuck such and such,
I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that, freak of the week like
I made Knee
Deep Hold up!
Rotate around the solar, badder than
Cobra Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps
Folgers I'm sauteein
MC's with fried rice up in the wok without the
MSG and chopped celery
See, I made it, my flavor situated from the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus, I'm thick like
Quakers on papers
Bodacious
MC's get turned to lower cases lettering, and the medicine, that
I'm swallowin
Get you hollerin, like
Marvin Gaye when his father shot him in the chest,
I roll with two stacks of
Tecs And mad niggaz and sess that
I roll up in your rest
UHH! Mister
Fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick
When I'm blasted, my
Method magics get drastic
That you can't see with bifocals
Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk
That's rougher than jeans that
Gloria Vander-bilt
I'm poppin mad shit, plus
I can back it
Your man'll be like "Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket" [Keith Murray]
It ain't a test or quiz that my
Squad can't win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz
Y'all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
And I copycat kill the rest, with no
Method to my madness
Plus the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet
Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
My directive, through where
I live, is kinda primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master cast to the masses grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers, is what
L.O.D. goes after
To my Squad, there's no matches, we bashes
Do photo flashes on all flavor
S-classes
Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up, throw you in the act
A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger
Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up [Jamal]
Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for
Reggie Noble
Fuck with me doe,
Mally G doe it's not logic
Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic
Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the bassline
It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine
I lace your spine with short fat pace
Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down
Now's the time here yeah [Erick Sermon]
Clown where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot [Jamal]
Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin
Playalistic,
I mean is all that shit realistic
Play your cards
God, black keep your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, shit is trife on these evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk
New day, this whole shit's twisted (is it man)
It's me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and
Mally G open your eyes to see, recognize who be a
G Hopin to ride in the, industry with
E The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah)
Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah) [Erick Sermon]
Y'all know, uhh, yeah,
Muddy Waters
We out for nine-seven, word up, peace

Pinyin

zuò cí : Murray, Noble, Phillips ...
Yo Reggie,
I' mout Jamal
Tree F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don' t get it twisted... nigga Redman
Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched
Fuck such and such,
I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that, freak of the week like
I made Knee
Deep Hold up!
Rotate around the solar, badder than
Cobra Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps
Folgers I' m sauteein
MC' s with fried rice up in the wok without the
MSG and chopped celery
See, I made it, my flavor situated from the nickel plated mic that' s hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus, I' m thick like
Quakers on papers
Bodacious
MC' s get turned to lower cases lettering, and the medicine, that
I' m swallowin
Get you hollerin, like
Marvin Gaye when his father shot him in the chest,
I roll with two stacks of
Tecs And mad niggaz and sess that
I roll up in your rest
UHH! Mister
Fantastic' s crafted, with no 52nd ass kick
When I' m blasted, my
Method magics get drastic
That you can' t see with bifocals
Watchin MC' s go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that' s milk
That' s rougher than jeans that
Gloria Vanderbilt
I' m poppin mad shit, plus
I can back it
Your man' ll be like " Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket" Keith Murray
It ain' t a test or quiz that my
Squad can' t win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz
Y' all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
And I copycat kill the rest, with no
Method to my madness
Plus the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet
Y' all get attached, like a bloodsuckin leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
My directive, through where
I live, is kinda primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master cast to the masses grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers, is what
L. O. D. goes after
To my Squad, there' s no matches, we bashes
Do photo flashes on all flavor
Sclasses
Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up, throw you in the act
A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger
Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up Jamal
Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for
Reggie Noble
Fuck with me doe,
Mally G doe it' s not logic
Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic
Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the bassline
It' s major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine
I lace your spine with short fat pace
Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down
Now' s the time here yeah Erick Sermon
Clown where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot Jamal
Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin
Playalistic,
I mean is all that shit realistic
Play your cards
God, black keep your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, shit is trife on these evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk
New day, this whole shit' s twisted is it man
It' s me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and
Mally G open your eyes to see, recognize who be a
G Hopin to ride in the, industry with
E The villain' s had it cause ahead word up yeah
Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad yeah Erick Sermon
Y' all know, uhh, yeah,
Muddy Waters
We out for nineseven, word up, peace