| Song | Hoc N Pucky |
| Artist | Slum Village |
| Album | Fan-Tas-Tic Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Altman, Glover, Yancey | |
| Yo, plea-plea, plea-plea, please listen to my demo | |
| I got a flow that goes, ain't nobody droppin no lyrics | |
| Niggaz they fear me because I represent Jah | |
| Yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car | |
| Blah blah blah blah blah blah-weee, yo | |
| My momma told me that these niggaz tried to rob her at the liquor sto' | |
| Check me out, HOOO, RAHHHH, ahh | |
| Check me out, uhh, check me out | |
| HUHHHH, what you want, ahh | |
| Yo check me out, check it out | |
| UHH, check ahh | |
| (Why does it have to be so damn) | |
| MON-STAHH IS RAW~! TO... | |
| Rough enough to crush a nigga's tree trunks | |
| Aww my man, no time to think what she wants | |
| I'll be damned, Stan, remember we ran | |
| Eveywhere, God damnit I said we ran | |
| Across streets... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt | |
| There go my pager blowin up with the bill that's obese | |
| What did your momma see, {?}, fat-ass | |
| Really, should've, left your ass, in there | |
| It's a mosh, let's torture my niggaz | |
| OOOOH, God damnit I said OOOOH | |
| Do you know the things that I can do to you? | |
| I can make you cry like your momma do | |
| And for the wild, my style, is monumental | |
| As my flow, is fuckin up, instrumentals | |
| I leave it superbad cause I know he know | |
| Take it easy, they don't they don't (they don't) | |
| They don't they don't | |
| They don't - they don't they don't (they don't) | |
| They don't they don't | |
| They don't - they don't | |
| They - they - they - they - they... |
| zuo ci : Altman, Glover, Yancey | |
| Yo, pleaplea, pleaplea, please listen to my demo | |
| I got a flow that goes, ain' t nobody droppin no lyrics | |
| Niggaz they fear me because I represent Jah | |
| Yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car | |
| Blah blah blah blah blah blahweee, yo | |
| My momma told me that these niggaz tried to rob her at the liquor sto' | |
| Check me out, HOOO, RAHHHH, ahh | |
| Check me out, uhh, check me out | |
| HUHHHH, what you want, ahh | |
| Yo check me out, check it out | |
| UHH, check ahh | |
| Why does it have to be so damn | |
| MONSTAHH IS RAW! TO... | |
| Rough enough to crush a nigga' s tree trunks | |
| Aww my man, no time to think what she wants | |
| I' ll be damned, Stan, remember we ran | |
| Eveywhere, God damnit I said we ran | |
| Across streets... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt | |
| There go my pager blowin up with the bill that' s obese | |
| What did your momma see, ?, fatass | |
| Really, should' ve, left your ass, in there | |
| It' s a mosh, let' s torture my niggaz | |
| OOOOH, God damnit I said OOOOH | |
| Do you know the things that I can do to you? | |
| I can make you cry like your momma do | |
| And for the wild, my style, is monumental | |
| As my flow, is fuckin up, instrumentals | |
| I leave it superbad cause I know he know | |
| Take it easy, they don' t they don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t they don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t | |
| They they they they they... |
| zuò cí : Altman, Glover, Yancey | |
| Yo, pleaplea, pleaplea, please listen to my demo | |
| I got a flow that goes, ain' t nobody droppin no lyrics | |
| Niggaz they fear me because I represent Jah | |
| Yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car | |
| Blah blah blah blah blah blahweee, yo | |
| My momma told me that these niggaz tried to rob her at the liquor sto' | |
| Check me out, HOOO, RAHHHH, ahh | |
| Check me out, uhh, check me out | |
| HUHHHH, what you want, ahh | |
| Yo check me out, check it out | |
| UHH, check ahh | |
| Why does it have to be so damn | |
| MONSTAHH IS RAW! TO... | |
| Rough enough to crush a nigga' s tree trunks | |
| Aww my man, no time to think what she wants | |
| I' ll be damned, Stan, remember we ran | |
| Eveywhere, God damnit I said we ran | |
| Across streets... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt | |
| There go my pager blowin up with the bill that' s obese | |
| What did your momma see, ?, fatass | |
| Really, should' ve, left your ass, in there | |
| It' s a mosh, let' s torture my niggaz | |
| OOOOH, God damnit I said OOOOH | |
| Do you know the things that I can do to you? | |
| I can make you cry like your momma do | |
| And for the wild, my style, is monumental | |
| As my flow, is fuckin up, instrumentals | |
| I leave it superbad cause I know he know | |
| Take it easy, they don' t they don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t they don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t | |
| They don' t they don' t | |
| They they they they they... |