Last Drink Lyrics
| Song | Last Drink |
| Artist | Masta Killa |
| Album | No Said Date |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Turner | |
| (Intro: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)) | |
| After this drink.. we-we-we.. | |
| Now become sworn enemies! | |
| Huh-huh, after this drink, we | |
| Now become sworn enemies! | |
| Sworn enemies! | |
| (Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up | |
| Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga | |
| Real cats) | |
| (Chorus: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)) | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) | |
| After this drink.. | |
| (Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea | |
| Yeah, real warriors style) | |
| (Masta Killa) | |
| Hear the crowd start holla | |
| Stepped on stage in the wallabee clark | |
| Mic check sound correct, so vivid | |
| Like I'm stepping out the speaker, streets taught | |
| Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes | |
| He might strike again another time | |
| I came home from the warhead, fucked up | |
| From the things that I saw | |
| Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy | |
| General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting | |
| They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received | |
| I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M.C.'s | |
| Not for a dollar, not for the fame | |
| Not for you to holler, or shout the god name | |
| A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority | |
| The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom | |
| The fools soon parish.. | |
| (Chorus: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)) | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready) | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uh-huh) | |
| (Masta Killa) | |
| Ahh... this is born everlasting | |
| The style came blastin', through your component | |
| Makin' ya'll want it, but ya'll can't clone it | |
| Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw | |
| Hard to the core, wild as a boar | |
| A lion like roar, forty day tour | |
| Through the Singapore, boat with the ore | |
| Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear | |
| His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit | |
| Then came a beat as rare as leap year | |
| Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride | |
| And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years | |
| Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on ice | |
| Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin' | |
| Crowd charmer, it's the Iron Mic balmer | |
| Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can't diffuse | |
| Short fuse, you know we can't lose | |
| (Chorus: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)) | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| (Come on, come on, come on -- come on, come on, come on) | |
| (Masta Killa) | |
| Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow | |
| Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go | |
| From the present day, let's motivate | |
| The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action | |
| Testin' in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust | |
| Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need | |
| Jealously took his head, and then fled | |
| Bangin' in your walkman, live from New York, in | |
| One instance, look, clone from existence | |
| Ride like a crocodile on the death row | |
| The Iron Mic poem.. | |
| (Chorus: Masta Killa) | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, uh | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea.. | |
| (Outro: sample from "Cheers") | |
| Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got | |
| Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot | |
| Wouldn't you like to get away, get away, get away.. |
| zuo qu : Turner | |
| Intro: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink.. wewewe.. | |
| Now become sworn enemies! | |
| Huhhuh, after this drink, we | |
| Now become sworn enemies! | |
| Sworn enemies! | |
| Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up | |
| Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga | |
| Real cats | |
| Chorus: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| After this drink.. | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea | |
| Yeah, real warriors style | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Hear the crowd start holla | |
| Stepped on stage in the wallabee clark | |
| Mic check sound correct, so vivid | |
| Like I' m stepping out the speaker, streets taught | |
| Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes | |
| He might strike again another time | |
| I came home from the warhead, fucked up | |
| From the things that I saw | |
| Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy | |
| General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting | |
| They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received | |
| I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M. C.' s | |
| Not for a dollar, not for the fame | |
| Not for you to holler, or shout the god name | |
| A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority | |
| The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom | |
| The fools soon parish.. | |
| Chorus: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uhhuh | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Ahh... this is born everlasting | |
| The style came blastin', through your component | |
| Makin' ya' ll want it, but ya' ll can' t clone it | |
| Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw | |
| Hard to the core, wild as a boar | |
| A lion like roar, forty day tour | |
| Through the Singapore, boat with the ore | |
| Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear | |
| His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit | |
| Then came a beat as rare as leap year | |
| Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride | |
| And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years | |
| Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on ice | |
| Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin' | |
| Crowd charmer, it' s the Iron Mic balmer | |
| Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can' t diffuse | |
| Short fuse, you know we can' t lose | |
| Chorus: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on come on, come on, come on | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow | |
| Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go | |
| From the present day, let' s motivate | |
| The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action | |
| Testin' in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust | |
| Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need | |
| Jealously took his head, and then fled | |
| Bangin' in your walkman, live from New York, in | |
| One instance, look, clone from existence | |
| Ride like a crocodile on the death row | |
| The Iron Mic poem.. | |
| Chorus: Masta Killa | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, uh | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea.. | |
| Outro: sample from " Cheers" | |
| Making your way in the world today, takes everything you' ve got | |
| Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot | |
| Wouldn' t you like to get away, get away, get away.. |
| zuò qǔ : Turner | |
| Intro: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink.. wewewe.. | |
| Now become sworn enemies! | |
| Huhhuh, after this drink, we | |
| Now become sworn enemies! | |
| Sworn enemies! | |
| Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up | |
| Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga | |
| Real cats | |
| Chorus: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| After this drink.. | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea | |
| Yeah, real warriors style | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Hear the crowd start holla | |
| Stepped on stage in the wallabee clark | |
| Mic check sound correct, so vivid | |
| Like I' m stepping out the speaker, streets taught | |
| Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes | |
| He might strike again another time | |
| I came home from the warhead, fucked up | |
| From the things that I saw | |
| Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy | |
| General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting | |
| They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received | |
| I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M. C.' s | |
| Not for a dollar, not for the fame | |
| Not for you to holler, or shout the god name | |
| A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority | |
| The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom | |
| The fools soon parish.. | |
| Chorus: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uhhuh | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Ahh... this is born everlasting | |
| The style came blastin', through your component | |
| Makin' ya' ll want it, but ya' ll can' t clone it | |
| Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw | |
| Hard to the core, wild as a boar | |
| A lion like roar, forty day tour | |
| Through the Singapore, boat with the ore | |
| Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear | |
| His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit | |
| Then came a beat as rare as leap year | |
| Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride | |
| And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years | |
| Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on ice | |
| Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin' | |
| Crowd charmer, it' s the Iron Mic balmer | |
| Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can' t diffuse | |
| Short fuse, you know we can' t lose | |
| Chorus: kung fu sample Masta Killa | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! | |
| Come on, come on, come on come on, come on, come on | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow | |
| Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go | |
| From the present day, let' s motivate | |
| The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action | |
| Testin' in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust | |
| Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need | |
| Jealously took his head, and then fled | |
| Bangin' in your walkman, live from New York, in | |
| One instance, look, clone from existence | |
| Ride like a crocodile on the death row | |
| The Iron Mic poem.. | |
| Chorus: Masta Killa | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, uh | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea.. | |
| Outro: sample from " Cheers" | |
| Making your way in the world today, takes everything you' ve got | |
| Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot | |
| Wouldn' t you like to get away, get away, get away.. |
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