| 作词 : Fat Joe, Gismo, Kieth Kieth ... | |
| Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right? | |
| You comin out the South Bronx | |
| Time to let brothers know what time it is | |
| T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house | |
| [Fat Joe] | |
| Yeahhhhhh.. like this! | |
| Chilly Dee (represent, and uh) | |
| Gizmo (represent, and uh) | |
| Keith Keith (represent, and uh) | |
| King Sun (represent, and uh) | |
| Fat Joe (represent, and uh) | |
| Uptown (represent, and uh) | |
| Uptown (represent, and uh) | |
| Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn! | |
| [Gizmo] | |
| I'm from the West Bubble***** so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up | |
| I'm the type of brother to beat you down then ***** you up | |
| Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care | |
| Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare | |
| from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown | |
| Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around | |
| Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break | |
| So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank's G | |
| Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon | |
| to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon | |
| Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap | |
| Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack, to keep myself on wax | |
| Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin | |
| If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin | |
| A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk | |
| I'm never ever buck I don't give a ***** if you think that I'm a sucker | |
| Parties that I've made, people wonder how long it lasted | |
| Lyrics that are so hardcore, it'll leave you flabbergasted | |
| Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in | |
| And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin | |
| I'm the human beat magician with the bag full of fun | |
| Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| (Keith Keith!) Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| [Keith Keith] | |
| Run for help when the mic's in my hand | |
| I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme | |
| And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie | |
| I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm Superfly | |
| People say who's he? I'll give any crew beef | |
| So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief | |
| I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known | |
| Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone | |
| Think you better chill troop, cause I'm not havin that | |
| and flippin on *****z like a somersaultin acrobat | |
| Go get your crew and y'all still couldn't do the man | |
| I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can | |
| I know *****z sip this, *****es wanna dip this | |
| I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist | |
| Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka | |
| I'll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker *****a | |
| So step up and let me hear your response | |
| Yeah, yo, another wild ***** from the Bronx | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| (King Sun!) Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| [King Sun] | |
| Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move | |
| It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth | |
| I'm not the Smooth Operator with the ladies | |
| but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies | |
| One thing never say run, King Sun | |
| I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun | |
| Representin where I'm from in a bumrush | |
| Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush | |
| Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills | |
| Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills | |
| Don't play the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me | |
| I'm loungin with Tone and Corey | |
| on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe | |
| on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity | |
| Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk | |
| cause I'm another wild ***** from the Bronx | |
| Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up | |
| Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up | |
| Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain't the one | |
| The bigga the ***** to bust em with the sawed off shotgun | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| (Fat Joe!) Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| [Fat Joe] | |
| Aww *******t, what we have here | |
| Ninety-three and it's a brand new year | |
| My name is Fat Joe I got *******t locked down | |
| Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown | |
| It's a damn shame, you better maintain | |
| I'm causin hysteria blowin *****z out the frame | |
| Yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man | |
| Never run, never ran, it's not in the plan | |
| I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz | |
| Your rhymes are trash and no frills | |
| Carbon copy you're sloppy, see Joe ain't the one | |
| I'm beatin bootleggers down with King Sun | |
| Rollin over *****z like a truck | |
| I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubble***** | |
| My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title | |
| I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol | |
| I get you open on the freestyle tip | |
| Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah | |
| I'm Puerto Rican, I'll leave you dead and stinkin | |
| I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln | |
| Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down | |
| If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down! | |
| I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks | |
| I'm another wild ***** from the Bronx | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! | |
| "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill | |
| [All] Another wild ***** from the Bronx! *fades* |
| zuo ci : Fat Joe, Gismo, Kieth Kieth ... | |
| Aiyyo Fat Joe, it' s your first album right? | |
| You comin out the South Bronx | |
| Time to let brothers know what time it is | |
| T. S. in the house, yo T. S. in the house | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Yeahhhhhh.. like this! | |
| Chilly Dee represent, and uh | |
| Gizmo represent, and uh | |
| Keith Keith represent, and uh | |
| King Sun represent, and uh | |
| Fat Joe represent, and uh | |
| Uptown represent, and uh | |
| Uptown represent, and uh | |
| Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn! | |
| Gizmo | |
| I' m from the West Bubble so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up | |
| I' m the type of brother to beat you down then you up | |
| Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care | |
| Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare | |
| from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown | |
| Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around | |
| Shorts I don' t take em, bones I fracture and break | |
| So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank' s G | |
| Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon | |
| to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon | |
| Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap | |
| Stick lyrics back to back, that' ll pack, to keep myself on wax | |
| Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin | |
| If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you' re lyin | |
| A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk | |
| I' m never ever buck I don' t give a if you think that I' m a sucker | |
| Parties that I' ve made, people wonder how long it lasted | |
| Lyrics that are so hardcore, it' ll leave you flabbergasted | |
| Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in | |
| And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin | |
| I' m the human beat magician with the bag full of fun | |
| Ammunition' s the addition to the sawed offfff! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| Keith Keith! Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| Keith Keith | |
| Run for help when the mic' s in my hand | |
| I kick rhymes like I' m a rap Van Damme | |
| And eat MC' s like a cake or a slice of pie | |
| I' m not a pimp but I bop like I' m Superfly | |
| People say who' s he? I' ll give any crew beef | |
| So act like you know or get aten like stew, chief | |
| I hold my own yet don' t stand alone, I' m well known | |
| Go ' head and front and get smocked like a neckbone | |
| Think you better chill troop, cause I' m not havin that | |
| and flippin on z like a somersaultin acrobat | |
| Go get your crew and y' all still couldn' t do the man | |
| I' m blowin up in ninetythree like an ash can | |
| I know z sip this, es wanna dip this | |
| I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist | |
| Huh, go ' head and look real hard like I' m a sucka | |
| I' ll beat that ass like the L. A. trucker a | |
| So step up and let me hear your response | |
| Yeah, yo, another wild from the Bronx | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| King Sun! Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| King Sun | |
| Mr. FiftyTwo pickup, nobody move | |
| It' s a stickup, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth | |
| I' m not the Smooth Operator with the ladies | |
| but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies | |
| One thing never say run, King Sun | |
| I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun | |
| Representin where I' m from in a bumrush | |
| Roll up, flip, then be out on the hushhush | |
| Don' t touch or feel, it' s real, showin mad skills | |
| Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills | |
| Don' t play the yard, fake Gods ain' t got nuttin for me | |
| I' m loungin with Tone and Corey | |
| on onesixoh, then I go and check Fat Joe | |
| on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity | |
| Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk | |
| cause I' m another wild from the Bronx | |
| Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up | |
| Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up | |
| Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain' t the one | |
| The bigga the to bust em with the sawed off shotgun | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| Fat Joe! Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Aww t, what we have here | |
| Ninetythree and it' s a brand new year | |
| My name is Fat Joe I got t locked down | |
| Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown | |
| It' s a damn shame, you better maintain | |
| I' m causin hysteria blowin z out the frame | |
| Yes I cancan, I' m the Fat Man | |
| Never run, never ran, it' s not in the plan | |
| I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz | |
| Your rhymes are trash and no frills | |
| Carbon copy you' re sloppy, see Joe ain' t the one | |
| I' m beatin bootleggers down with King Sun | |
| Rollin over z like a truck | |
| I come from the Bronx, a. k. a., West Bubble | |
| My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title | |
| I' m Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol | |
| I get you open on the freestyle tip | |
| Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah | |
| I' m Puerto Rican, I' ll leave you dead and stinkin | |
| I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln | |
| HipHop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down | |
| If you bring your whole crew I shut ' em down! | |
| I' m known from state to state, for shootin down punks | |
| I' m another wild from the Bronx | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! fades |
| zuò cí : Fat Joe, Gismo, Kieth Kieth ... | |
| Aiyyo Fat Joe, it' s your first album right? | |
| You comin out the South Bronx | |
| Time to let brothers know what time it is | |
| T. S. in the house, yo T. S. in the house | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Yeahhhhhh.. like this! | |
| Chilly Dee represent, and uh | |
| Gizmo represent, and uh | |
| Keith Keith represent, and uh | |
| King Sun represent, and uh | |
| Fat Joe represent, and uh | |
| Uptown represent, and uh | |
| Uptown represent, and uh | |
| Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn! | |
| Gizmo | |
| I' m from the West Bubble so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up | |
| I' m the type of brother to beat you down then you up | |
| Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care | |
| Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare | |
| from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown | |
| Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around | |
| Shorts I don' t take em, bones I fracture and break | |
| So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank' s G | |
| Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon | |
| to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon | |
| Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap | |
| Stick lyrics back to back, that' ll pack, to keep myself on wax | |
| Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin | |
| If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you' re lyin | |
| A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk | |
| I' m never ever buck I don' t give a if you think that I' m a sucker | |
| Parties that I' ve made, people wonder how long it lasted | |
| Lyrics that are so hardcore, it' ll leave you flabbergasted | |
| Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in | |
| And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin | |
| I' m the human beat magician with the bag full of fun | |
| Ammunition' s the addition to the sawed offfff! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| Keith Keith! Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| Keith Keith | |
| Run for help when the mic' s in my hand | |
| I kick rhymes like I' m a rap Van Damme | |
| And eat MC' s like a cake or a slice of pie | |
| I' m not a pimp but I bop like I' m Superfly | |
| People say who' s he? I' ll give any crew beef | |
| So act like you know or get aten like stew, chief | |
| I hold my own yet don' t stand alone, I' m well known | |
| Go ' head and front and get smocked like a neckbone | |
| Think you better chill troop, cause I' m not havin that | |
| and flippin on z like a somersaultin acrobat | |
| Go get your crew and y' all still couldn' t do the man | |
| I' m blowin up in ninetythree like an ash can | |
| I know z sip this, es wanna dip this | |
| I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist | |
| Huh, go ' head and look real hard like I' m a sucka | |
| I' ll beat that ass like the L. A. trucker a | |
| So step up and let me hear your response | |
| Yeah, yo, another wild from the Bronx | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| King Sun! Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| King Sun | |
| Mr. FiftyTwo pickup, nobody move | |
| It' s a stickup, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth | |
| I' m not the Smooth Operator with the ladies | |
| but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies | |
| One thing never say run, King Sun | |
| I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun | |
| Representin where I' m from in a bumrush | |
| Roll up, flip, then be out on the hushhush | |
| Don' t touch or feel, it' s real, showin mad skills | |
| Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills | |
| Don' t play the yard, fake Gods ain' t got nuttin for me | |
| I' m loungin with Tone and Corey | |
| on onesixoh, then I go and check Fat Joe | |
| on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity | |
| Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk | |
| cause I' m another wild from the Bronx | |
| Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up | |
| Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up | |
| Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain' t the one | |
| The bigga the to bust em with the sawed off shotgun | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| Fat Joe! Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Aww t, what we have here | |
| Ninetythree and it' s a brand new year | |
| My name is Fat Joe I got t locked down | |
| Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown | |
| It' s a damn shame, you better maintain | |
| I' m causin hysteria blowin z out the frame | |
| Yes I cancan, I' m the Fat Man | |
| Never run, never ran, it' s not in the plan | |
| I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz | |
| Your rhymes are trash and no frills | |
| Carbon copy you' re sloppy, see Joe ain' t the one | |
| I' m beatin bootleggers down with King Sun | |
| Rollin over z like a truck | |
| I come from the Bronx, a. k. a., West Bubble | |
| My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title | |
| I' m Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol | |
| I get you open on the freestyle tip | |
| Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah | |
| I' m Puerto Rican, I' ll leave you dead and stinkin | |
| I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln | |
| HipHop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down | |
| If you bring your whole crew I shut ' em down! | |
| I' m known from state to state, for shootin down punks | |
| I' m another wild from the Bronx | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! | |
| " Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" Cypress Hill | |
| All Another wild from the Bronx! fades |
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