Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else Lyrics
| Song | Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | "c" True Hollywood Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williams, Wright | |
| Artist: Canibus f/ Pakman | |
| Album: 'C' True Hollywood Stories | |
| Song: Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else | |
| Producer: Nir Even | |
| Time: 3.51 | |
| [Chorus:Canibus (Pakman)] | |
| Aiyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme hear something else) | |
| Aiyo I fuck mad hoes (Yo lemme hear something else) | |
| I'm a big dog with big dough (Won't you say something else) | |
| Yo man you fucking up my flow (You ain't got nothing else) | |
| Man I got something else (So lemme hear something else) | |
| My chain got baguette diamonds (Won't you do something else) | |
| I spit rhymes with perfect timing (You could try something else) | |
| Yeah you can't stop me from shining (I'll spit it myself) | |
| [Pakman] | |
| I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my dough | |
| I ran into a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with flows | |
| He didn't know I had a mind to just bloody his nose | |
| And let the blood pour down on his white clothes | |
| Chhhh.. Nigga! You don't wanna cipher with me | |
| My name ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin emcees, Chhhh.. | |
| Damn yo, I wasn't even tryna take it there | |
| Lemme hear something in the ear nigga, make it clear | |
| He started going on about pushing a big Benz | |
| How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up with his friends | |
| He doing it big and got unlimited ends | |
| I just met the nigga, I seen him walking up with his mens | |
| Stop fronting shorty, lemme tell you something 'bout the game | |
| It's a thin line, from being wack to spitting flames | |
| You gotta represent when you be writing them lines | |
| Don't be a fucking millionaire in every one of your rhymes | |
| I'ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be quick | |
| I gotta go, and the shit you spitting nigga, better be slick | |
| He started getting busy, I was nodding my head | |
| Then he fucked it all up and said some shit that I said | |
| Stopped rhyming 'cause he knew he shouldn't have said that verse | |
| Looking stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the worst | |
| Yo, how you gonna bite and try to be top shelf | |
| Better get ya act together, lemme hear something else | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Canibus] | |
| I'll give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons | |
| Walking on ceilings, chasing white lines speeding | |
| Like Tony Soprano taking meetings | |
| With a psychologist about his emotional feelings | |
| And his criminal dealings | |
| He even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings | |
| ‘Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed By a Building' | |
| Was cool until Canibus killed it | |
| With ill cannibalistic animal instincts | |
| Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance? | |
| You don't have enough wisdom | |
| The man who gives quicksand resistance sinks the quickest, it's simple physics | |
| I get ‘Southernplayaistic' and pimp chicks | |
| Put my big dick in their mouth and smear their lipstick | |
| Come here you stank bitch | |
| Tell your man if he don't spit a hundred bars I'ma bust him in his big lips | |
| Spit quick like 6-B tip-tronic stick shift | |
| ‘Bis is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flip switch | |
| If you hate me why would you recreate me | |
| With those that imitate me and emulate me? | |
| They talk about me so distastefully lately | |
| But they'll never break me, they underestimate me | |
| Me and the Killer P and the P-A-C | |
| Get crazy with G-A-T's | |
| I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't want to race me | |
| I do mach 1 over an A-F-B | |
| No ifs, A-N-D's or B-U-T's | |
| A hundred bars ain't shit for a true M-C | |
| Shut the fuck up! You should be ashamed of yourself | |
| I ain't heard nothing I felt, Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else! | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Williams, Wright | |
| Artist: Canibus f Pakman | |
| Album: ' C' True Hollywood Stories | |
| Song: Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else | |
| Producer: Nir Even | |
| Time: 3. 51 | |
| Chorus: Canibus Pakman | |
| Aiyo my wrist stay froze Lemme hear something else | |
| Aiyo I fuck mad hoes Yo lemme hear something else | |
| I' m a big dog with big dough Won' t you say something else | |
| Yo man you fucking up my flow You ain' t got nothing else | |
| Man I got something else So lemme hear something else | |
| My chain got baguette diamonds Won' t you do something else | |
| I spit rhymes with perfect timing You could try something else | |
| Yeah you can' t stop me from shining I' ll spit it myself | |
| Pakman | |
| I' m on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my dough | |
| I ran into a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with flows | |
| He didn' t know I had a mind to just bloody his nose | |
| And let the blood pour down on his white clothes | |
| Chhhh.. Nigga! You don' t wanna cipher with me | |
| My name ain' t Pakman for nothin, I' m gobblin emcees, Chhhh.. | |
| Damn yo, I wasn' t even tryna take it there | |
| Lemme hear something in the ear nigga, make it clear | |
| He started going on about pushing a big Benz | |
| How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up with his friends | |
| He doing it big and got unlimited ends | |
| I just met the nigga, I seen him walking up with his mens | |
| Stop fronting shorty, lemme tell you something ' bout the game | |
| It' s a thin line, from being wack to spitting flames | |
| You gotta represent when you be writing them lines | |
| Don' t be a fucking millionaire in every one of your rhymes | |
| I' ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be quick | |
| I gotta go, and the shit you spitting nigga, better be slick | |
| He started getting busy, I was nodding my head | |
| Then he fucked it all up and said some shit that I said | |
| Stopped rhyming ' cause he knew he shouldn' t have said that verse | |
| Looking stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the worst | |
| Yo, how you gonna bite and try to be top shelf | |
| Better get ya act together, lemme hear something else | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| I' ll give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons | |
| Walking on ceilings, chasing white lines speeding | |
| Like Tony Soprano taking meetings | |
| With a psychologist about his emotional feelings | |
| And his criminal dealings | |
| He even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings | |
| ' Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed By a Building' | |
| Was cool until Canibus killed it | |
| With ill cannibalistic animal instincts | |
| Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance? | |
| You don' t have enough wisdom | |
| The man who gives quicksand resistance sinks the quickest, it' s simple physics | |
| I get ' Southernplayaistic' and pimp chicks | |
| Put my big dick in their mouth and smear their lipstick | |
| Come here you stank bitch | |
| Tell your man if he don' t spit a hundred bars I' ma bust him in his big lips | |
| Spit quick like 6B tiptronic stick shift | |
| ' Bis is equipped with a nitrousoxide flip switch | |
| If you hate me why would you recreate me | |
| With those that imitate me and emulate me? | |
| They talk about me so distastefully lately | |
| But they' ll never break me, they underestimate me | |
| Me and the Killer P and the PAC | |
| Get crazy with GAT' s | |
| I' m a BEAST, you don' t want to race me | |
| I do mach 1 over an AFB | |
| No ifs, AND' s or BUT' s | |
| A hundred bars ain' t shit for a true MC | |
| Shut the fuck up! You should be ashamed of yourself | |
| I ain' t heard nothing I felt, Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else! | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Williams, Wright | |
| Artist: Canibus f Pakman | |
| Album: ' C' True Hollywood Stories | |
| Song: Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else | |
| Producer: Nir Even | |
| Time: 3. 51 | |
| Chorus: Canibus Pakman | |
| Aiyo my wrist stay froze Lemme hear something else | |
| Aiyo I fuck mad hoes Yo lemme hear something else | |
| I' m a big dog with big dough Won' t you say something else | |
| Yo man you fucking up my flow You ain' t got nothing else | |
| Man I got something else So lemme hear something else | |
| My chain got baguette diamonds Won' t you do something else | |
| I spit rhymes with perfect timing You could try something else | |
| Yeah you can' t stop me from shining I' ll spit it myself | |
| Pakman | |
| I' m on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my dough | |
| I ran into a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with flows | |
| He didn' t know I had a mind to just bloody his nose | |
| And let the blood pour down on his white clothes | |
| Chhhh.. Nigga! You don' t wanna cipher with me | |
| My name ain' t Pakman for nothin, I' m gobblin emcees, Chhhh.. | |
| Damn yo, I wasn' t even tryna take it there | |
| Lemme hear something in the ear nigga, make it clear | |
| He started going on about pushing a big Benz | |
| How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up with his friends | |
| He doing it big and got unlimited ends | |
| I just met the nigga, I seen him walking up with his mens | |
| Stop fronting shorty, lemme tell you something ' bout the game | |
| It' s a thin line, from being wack to spitting flames | |
| You gotta represent when you be writing them lines | |
| Don' t be a fucking millionaire in every one of your rhymes | |
| I' ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be quick | |
| I gotta go, and the shit you spitting nigga, better be slick | |
| He started getting busy, I was nodding my head | |
| Then he fucked it all up and said some shit that I said | |
| Stopped rhyming ' cause he knew he shouldn' t have said that verse | |
| Looking stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the worst | |
| Yo, how you gonna bite and try to be top shelf | |
| Better get ya act together, lemme hear something else | |
| Chorus | |
| Canibus | |
| I' ll give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons | |
| Walking on ceilings, chasing white lines speeding | |
| Like Tony Soprano taking meetings | |
| With a psychologist about his emotional feelings | |
| And his criminal dealings | |
| He even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings | |
| ' Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed By a Building' | |
| Was cool until Canibus killed it | |
| With ill cannibalistic animal instincts | |
| Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance? | |
| You don' t have enough wisdom | |
| The man who gives quicksand resistance sinks the quickest, it' s simple physics | |
| I get ' Southernplayaistic' and pimp chicks | |
| Put my big dick in their mouth and smear their lipstick | |
| Come here you stank bitch | |
| Tell your man if he don' t spit a hundred bars I' ma bust him in his big lips | |
| Spit quick like 6B tiptronic stick shift | |
| ' Bis is equipped with a nitrousoxide flip switch | |
| If you hate me why would you recreate me | |
| With those that imitate me and emulate me? | |
| They talk about me so distastefully lately | |
| But they' ll never break me, they underestimate me | |
| Me and the Killer P and the PAC | |
| Get crazy with GAT' s | |
| I' m a BEAST, you don' t want to race me | |
| I do mach 1 over an AFB | |
| No ifs, AND' s or BUT' s | |
| A hundred bars ain' t shit for a true MC | |
| Shut the fuck up! You should be ashamed of yourself | |
| I ain' t heard nothing I felt, Lemmie Hear Sumthin' Else! | |
| Chorus |
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