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作曲 : Leonard, Lewis, Smith |
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作词 : LEONARD, CEDRICK/LEWIS, JONATHAN/NORRIS, SAMMIE/SMITH, JONATHAN H. |
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Once again up in that south from my mother******g mouthand creeping up on y'all *************s like a mother******g mouse |
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Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens |
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And *************tting on you busters like |
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I ate some bake beans |
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Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits |
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We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks |
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Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunkand keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk[Chorus:] |
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What, What [in background] |
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Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X] |
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************* bozs' bout to turn out the show |
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Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming |
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GA hoeFlipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round |
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It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line |
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Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes |
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All these *************s what they made us from dem' boz and craters |
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While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop |
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Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop |
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Southside just reckless, from |
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GA to Texas |
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And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus |
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But it seem like the bigger |
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I be, mo' figures |
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I seeThe mo' hating *************s try me |
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Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me |
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Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me |
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From a place called |
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T-town be down in the south |
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Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth |
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And dump dump if ya' jump jump |
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The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pumpthrough yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like |
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BeakerAll the people out there hype as hell, |
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I guess it |
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Lil' Peter |
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From T-town to |
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Atlanta all the way to |
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Savannah to |
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AlabamaI be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner |
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I can't stand a weak buster |
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For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes |
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Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz[Chorus] |
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I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'that you gone stop me from stacking six figures |
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Now you hating on me, because my game so tight |
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And could you be mad because |
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I ****** ya' wife |
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Well it's true, that's the price ************* check that hoe |
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I'm from the |
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ATL player, wear that reckland ro' |
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So stop talking all that *************t, and trying to buck |
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I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' ****** up, now what's up |
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Now ladies are you tired of trick ******* in yo' mix |
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Acting like they want, to lick on yo' *************t |
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Critizing, everything that you doand telling ya' who, and who not to screw |
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Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and *************t |
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They go around sucking on every **** boys ************* |
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Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes |
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You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'[Chorus] |
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Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall |
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And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all |
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Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking |
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Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking |
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You got cha' cup filled up, ya' *************s is crunk |
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Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from |
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I'm from the |
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GA baby, where freaks is shady |
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Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily |
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When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes |
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And proceed to rock, from the front to the backwith the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack |
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Tear da' roof off the club, show you *************s some loveand fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs |
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Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on droppingfor my thugs[Chorus] |
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Now right now |
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I want all my hard *************s to follow me, follow me[Bridge:] what[until fade] |
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That's how these mother*******s die, they with the *************t talk[repeat 7X] |