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| Song | Web |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | The Tipping Point |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tarik Trotter & Ahmir Thompson & Leonard Hubbard | |
| 作词 : Dorsey, Hubbard, Thompson ... | |
| Uh huh uh | |
| And it weights a ton 'riq geez motherfuckers | |
| I'm a son of a gun | |
| Black master of any trade under the sun | |
| Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue clear my path and come get your captain hung | |
| Trying to breath like black'll collapse your lungs | |
| Young chump you could choke off the web | |
| I spun I done cleared 'em out from the threat | |
| I brung You done heard about what set | |
| I'm from My nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb | |
| Y'all better bow down when the ruler come | |
| I'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum | |
| The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all | |
| With a keyboard got do with a drum 'n all | |
| School 'em on stage like | |
| I'm doin' a seminar | |
| Professional type, | |
| I'm adjusting my mic | |
| Go to war kid | |
| I'll give you any weapon you like | |
| Give you something to run from , bust off your dum-dum | |
| Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from | |
| It's philly world-wide phenomenom | |
| And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5 | |
| And when I finish making you recognize | |
| I'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride | |
| You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil | |
| You wanna get the bitches up off the wall | |
| Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself | |
| To keep you in health, this for all of y'all | |
| I'm quick on the draw like | |
| Black McGraw | |
| And I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' for | |
| My name 'riq geez and | |
| I'm back for more | |
| To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of | |
| Malcom X on the door while | |
| I'm eatin' | |
| MCs like a carnivore | |
| Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed | |
| Ring the, warning horn when | |
| I'm gon' perform | |
| The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove | |
| I'm a have y'all flicks on the evening news | |
| Play y'all part - get on y'all | |
| P's and Q's | |
| And when y'all think | |
| Thought, be prepared to lose | |
| Bring money to spend and somebody to lend | |
| And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens | |
| Get took for your tuck right in front of your 'hens | |
| Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends | |
| Because, I put a black fist under ya chin | |
| Have your physical remains found under the pen | |
| If I'm coming up in the place, | |
| I'm coming to win | |
| Wasn't in it for a minute, now | |
| I'm dumbin' again 'riq geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please | |
| Receive what | |
| I'm gonna give back to y'all please 'cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all these | |
| My man, you can take y'all strap when y'all leave | |
| You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze | |
| Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze | |
| MCs, never showed loyalty yet | |
| Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check | |
| I do work, no question, and bomb your set | |
| I'm calm collect, sharp like my name | |
| Gillette R | |
| IP my man | |
| Gillette Until | |
| I touch the mic, y'all people ain't seen danger yet | |
| I'm a decorated vet, | |
| I regulate and wreck | |
| Never hesitated yet, | |
| I'm gettin' heavy weighted checks | |
| If you would dare ask if | |
| I'm dedicated - yes | |
| I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest | |
| Nigga, take ya seats | |
| I'm a demonstrate a test | |
| How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh | |
| And it thump, from the east coast to | |
| Bangladesh | |
| Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death | |
| But hold tight, cuz it's not over yet | |
| I don't even feel like | |
| I'm not sober yet | |
| And it ring like shots in the projects new year's eve | |
| And it ain't even | |
| October yet | |
| I'm a big bounty hunter like | |
| Boba Fett | |
| Y'all more shell shocked then a soldier get | |
| If the prize in my sights then | |
| I'm goin' for this | |
| Whoo whoo 'riq geez be the ultimate | |
| I'm the corporate, give me the bulk of this 'riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip | |
| Get down how you 'posed to get | |
| I got nothing to lose, | |
| I'm a killer with no regrets | |
| I'm like young | |
| LL, cuz I'm hard as hell | |
| Makin' niggaz screw face like | |
| Gargamel Now | |
| I'm all out on my own like | |
| Patty LaBelle | |
| Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle | |
| Keep the beat goin' | |
| Keep the beat goin' |
| zuo qu : Tarik Trotter Ahmir Thompson Leonard Hubbard | |
| zuo ci : Dorsey, Hubbard, Thompson ... | |
| Uh huh uh | |
| And it weights a ton ' riq geez motherfuckers | |
| I' m a son of a gun | |
| Black master of any trade under the sun | |
| Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue clear my path and come get your captain hung | |
| Trying to breath like black' ll collapse your lungs | |
| Young chump you could choke off the web | |
| I spun I done cleared ' em out from the threat | |
| I brung You done heard about what set | |
| I' m from My nigga, wordamouth little ruleathumb | |
| Y' all better bow down when the ruler come | |
| I' m a real hood nigga not a hoodalum | |
| The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y' all cats can' t walk while chewin' your gum ' n all | |
| With a keyboard got do with a drum ' n all | |
| School ' em on stage like | |
| I' m doin' a seminar | |
| Professional type, | |
| I' m adjusting my mic | |
| Go to war kid | |
| I' ll give you any weapon you like | |
| Give you something to run from , bust off your dumdum | |
| Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from | |
| It' s philly worldwide phenomenom | |
| And reinforcin' that shit is my 9to5 | |
| And when I finish making you recognize | |
| I' m getin' at a couple civilized women that' s tryin' to ride | |
| You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil | |
| You wanna get the bitches up off the wall | |
| Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself | |
| To keep you in health, this for all of y' all | |
| I' m quick on the draw like | |
| Black McGraw | |
| And I can' t tell what y' all cats rappin' for | |
| My name ' riq geez and | |
| I' m back for more | |
| To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of | |
| Malcom X on the door while | |
| I' m eatin' | |
| MCs like a carnivore | |
| Matter fact, ease back ' fore you get harmed | |
| Ring the, warning horn when | |
| I' m gon' perform | |
| The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove | |
| I' m a have y' all flicks on the evening news | |
| Play y' all part get on y' all | |
| P' s and Q' s | |
| And when y' all think | |
| Thought, be prepared to lose | |
| Bring money to spend and somebody to lend | |
| And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens | |
| Get took for your tuck right in front of your ' hens | |
| Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends | |
| Because, I put a black fist under ya chin | |
| Have your physical remains found under the pen | |
| If I' m coming up in the place, | |
| I' m coming to win | |
| Wasn' t in it for a minute, now | |
| I' m dumbin' again ' riq geez ock, y' all can chat what y' all please | |
| Receive what | |
| I' m gonna give back to y' all please ' cuz y' all don' t really wanna get clapped with all these | |
| My man, you can take y' all strap when y' all leave | |
| You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze | |
| Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze | |
| MCs, never showed loyalty yet | |
| Kool Herc ain' t never get a royalty check | |
| I do work, no question, and bomb your set | |
| I' m calm collect, sharp like my name | |
| Gillette R | |
| IP my man | |
| Gillette Until | |
| I touch the mic, y' all people ain' t seen danger yet | |
| I' m a decorated vet, | |
| I regulate and wreck | |
| Never hesitated yet, | |
| I' m gettin' heavy weighted checks | |
| If you would dare ask if | |
| I' m dedicated yes | |
| I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest | |
| Nigga, take ya seats | |
| I' m a demonstrate a test | |
| How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh | |
| And it thump, from the east coast to | |
| Bangladesh | |
| Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death | |
| But hold tight, cuz it' s not over yet | |
| I don' t even feel like | |
| I' m not sober yet | |
| And it ring like shots in the projects new year' s eve | |
| And it ain' t even | |
| October yet | |
| I' m a big bounty hunter like | |
| Boba Fett | |
| Y' all more shell shocked then a soldier get | |
| If the prize in my sights then | |
| I' m goin' for this | |
| Whoo whoo ' riq geez be the ultimate | |
| I' m the corporate, give me the bulk of this ' riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip | |
| Get down how you ' posed to get | |
| I got nothing to lose, | |
| I' m a killer with no regrets | |
| I' m like young | |
| LL, cuz I' m hard as hell | |
| Makin' niggaz screw face like | |
| Gargamel Now | |
| I' m all out on my own like | |
| Patty LaBelle | |
| Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle | |
| Keep the beat goin' | |
| Keep the beat goin' |
| zuò qǔ : Tarik Trotter Ahmir Thompson Leonard Hubbard | |
| zuò cí : Dorsey, Hubbard, Thompson ... | |
| Uh huh uh | |
| And it weights a ton ' riq geez motherfuckers | |
| I' m a son of a gun | |
| Black master of any trade under the sun | |
| Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue clear my path and come get your captain hung | |
| Trying to breath like black' ll collapse your lungs | |
| Young chump you could choke off the web | |
| I spun I done cleared ' em out from the threat | |
| I brung You done heard about what set | |
| I' m from My nigga, wordamouth little ruleathumb | |
| Y' all better bow down when the ruler come | |
| I' m a real hood nigga not a hoodalum | |
| The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y' all cats can' t walk while chewin' your gum ' n all | |
| With a keyboard got do with a drum ' n all | |
| School ' em on stage like | |
| I' m doin' a seminar | |
| Professional type, | |
| I' m adjusting my mic | |
| Go to war kid | |
| I' ll give you any weapon you like | |
| Give you something to run from , bust off your dumdum | |
| Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from | |
| It' s philly worldwide phenomenom | |
| And reinforcin' that shit is my 9to5 | |
| And when I finish making you recognize | |
| I' m getin' at a couple civilized women that' s tryin' to ride | |
| You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil | |
| You wanna get the bitches up off the wall | |
| Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself | |
| To keep you in health, this for all of y' all | |
| I' m quick on the draw like | |
| Black McGraw | |
| And I can' t tell what y' all cats rappin' for | |
| My name ' riq geez and | |
| I' m back for more | |
| To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of | |
| Malcom X on the door while | |
| I' m eatin' | |
| MCs like a carnivore | |
| Matter fact, ease back ' fore you get harmed | |
| Ring the, warning horn when | |
| I' m gon' perform | |
| The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove | |
| I' m a have y' all flicks on the evening news | |
| Play y' all part get on y' all | |
| P' s and Q' s | |
| And when y' all think | |
| Thought, be prepared to lose | |
| Bring money to spend and somebody to lend | |
| And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens | |
| Get took for your tuck right in front of your ' hens | |
| Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends | |
| Because, I put a black fist under ya chin | |
| Have your physical remains found under the pen | |
| If I' m coming up in the place, | |
| I' m coming to win | |
| Wasn' t in it for a minute, now | |
| I' m dumbin' again ' riq geez ock, y' all can chat what y' all please | |
| Receive what | |
| I' m gonna give back to y' all please ' cuz y' all don' t really wanna get clapped with all these | |
| My man, you can take y' all strap when y' all leave | |
| You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze | |
| Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze | |
| MCs, never showed loyalty yet | |
| Kool Herc ain' t never get a royalty check | |
| I do work, no question, and bomb your set | |
| I' m calm collect, sharp like my name | |
| Gillette R | |
| IP my man | |
| Gillette Until | |
| I touch the mic, y' all people ain' t seen danger yet | |
| I' m a decorated vet, | |
| I regulate and wreck | |
| Never hesitated yet, | |
| I' m gettin' heavy weighted checks | |
| If you would dare ask if | |
| I' m dedicated yes | |
| I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest | |
| Nigga, take ya seats | |
| I' m a demonstrate a test | |
| How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh | |
| And it thump, from the east coast to | |
| Bangladesh | |
| Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death | |
| But hold tight, cuz it' s not over yet | |
| I don' t even feel like | |
| I' m not sober yet | |
| And it ring like shots in the projects new year' s eve | |
| And it ain' t even | |
| October yet | |
| I' m a big bounty hunter like | |
| Boba Fett | |
| Y' all more shell shocked then a soldier get | |
| If the prize in my sights then | |
| I' m goin' for this | |
| Whoo whoo ' riq geez be the ultimate | |
| I' m the corporate, give me the bulk of this ' riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip | |
| Get down how you ' posed to get | |
| I got nothing to lose, | |
| I' m a killer with no regrets | |
| I' m like young | |
| LL, cuz I' m hard as hell | |
| Makin' niggaz screw face like | |
| Gargamel Now | |
| I' m all out on my own like | |
| Patty LaBelle | |
| Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle | |
| Keep the beat goin' | |
| Keep the beat goin' |
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