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作词 : Christopher Martin/W. Winston/P. Stubblefield/L. Lovett/L. Hancock/J. Grinnage/E. Murry/G. Hawkins |
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作曲 : Christopher Martin/W. Winston/P. Stubblefield/L. Lovett/L. Hancock/J. Grinnage/E. Murry/G. Hawkins |
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In the year 2000... |
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(M-O-P) still bangin |
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(Firing Squad!) |
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(The last generation...) |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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All right let me brake it down one for time for you |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+You mother****er |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no mother****ing game |
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[Lil' Fame] |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother**** the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+N-I-N-E, make mother****ers M-I- |
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And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers don't get in my wa |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother**** the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trac |
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Fight along with the shell aces |
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Holler if you hear me |
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I turn your head into a skeleton skull |
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And leave it hollow if you hear me |
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I keep it funky, understand me son |
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I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers see Lil' Fame creep thru the back stree |
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With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+What the **** is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cut |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+But I'm hear to ****upp your day d |
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Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo |
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I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin |
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[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] |
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International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer |
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Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger |
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We here with the whole squad, First Family empire |
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Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call |
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International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer |
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Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger |
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We here with the whole squad, First Family empire |
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Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call |
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[Billy Danze] |
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Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? |
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B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) |
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Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer |
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Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Y'all mother****ers remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin b |
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Just make it loud and clear |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Come here mother****ers, I can't hear mother****er |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+I'm deaf in one ear mother****er (yeah mother****er |
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You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic |
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Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit |
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I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none) |
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Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) |
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Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin |
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At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like |
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We burn pipes, it's over |
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[Chorus] |
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[Lil' Fame] |
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I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers feel me, I want my goon |
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Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean mother****ing shi |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green mother****ing shi |
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(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son |
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We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners) |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother****er |
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[Billy Danze] |
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Aiyo we live by the code of the streets |
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Move wit our peeps |
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Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep |
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I put my life on the line every step of the way |
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It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course |
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Okay, now that we establish that |
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Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers where the **** that money a |
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I know you got it, and I want it Jack |
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Just give me half of that |
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Take the other half and get yourself another pack |
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And I'll be back for that |