Don't Say Nuthin'

Song Don't Say Nuthin'
Artist The Roots
Album The Tipping Point

Lyrics

作曲 : Tariq Trotter & Scott Storch
作词 : Storch, Trotter
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the
Class, Magna
Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
Keep em playing they position
Keep making the people listen what
I spin Put em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
We never listen to them
It's like trying to take a piss in the wind
My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It's no question, the
Master! Villain in
Black wit no stets in my sound
Hitting you hard from - every direction
Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! [Chorus]
Yeah.....
Give it here, and don't say nuthin
Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....
Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin
Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin [Verse 2 - Black Thought]
Yeah, Illadel!
Home of the original gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress
Shorties running reckless from
Philly to
Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to
D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
Most times they be sticking you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it's my worst bar then
I'm a take it right back nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Black Thought]
Yeah, it ain't nothin like
I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought
I was playin
I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang
Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected
Give it here
Geffen Records,
I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled
Nigga black ink, red was a
G financial
We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
See me put the system on lock like
Camp Hill
So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
Cause my click come a full sizable portions [Chorus]

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Tariq Trotter Scott Storch
zuò cí : Storch, Trotter
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the
Class, Magna
Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
Keep em playing they position
Keep making the people listen what
I spin Put em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
Y' all fake niggas not setting a trend
We never listen to them
It' s like trying to take a piss in the wind
My home team doing visitors in, yo don' t test em
They all standing close to the edge, so don' t stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It' s no question, the
Master! Villain in
Black wit no stets in my sound
Hitting you hard from every direction
Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Chorus
Yeah.....
Give it here, and don' t say nuthin
Just give it here, and don' t say nuthin .....
Cut the check
Give it here, and don' t say nuthin
Nigga, give it here, and don' t say nuthin Verse 2 Black Thought
Yeah, Illadel!
Home of the original gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner your shit' ll get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana' ll keep a gat under the matress
Shorties running reckless from
Philly to
Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn' t believe
Seen people reach levels thought they' d never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to
D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
C' mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
Most times they be sticking you without the gats
I' ll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it' s my worst bar then
I' m a take it right back nigga Chorus Verse 3 Black Thought
Yeah, it ain' t nothin like
I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought
I was playin
I' ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang
Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the master piece, but to me it' s unperfected
Give it here
Geffen Records,
I' m off the handle
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled
Nigga black ink, red was a
G financial
We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
See me put the system on lock like
Camp Hill
So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
Cause my click come a full sizable portions Chorus