| 作词 : Jones, Patterson | |
| Verse 1： | |
| These ******s be actin' like i ****** | |
| And didn't call 'em for weeks | |
| Like they wantin' a ****** ****** | |
| In between they butt cheeks | |
| They staight *******y | |
| Without their bleedin' and kotexes | |
| The villain that go to texas | |
| ****** got a plan full of o's and x's | |
| What's yo' game plan? | |
| ******s be sayin' you sabotagin' me | |
| But yo' ******* be suckin' my ******, | |
| She be tellin me that you dodgin' me | |
| Like piazza, a ****** gots ta, | |
| Keep my roster, with ******* slidin' home, | |
| No lickin' yo' *******t, yo' ******* is gone | |
| ******s be thinkin' they makaveli, | |
| Tryin' to bring drama | |
| Soon as these ******s whoop that ass, | |
| You talkin' dear mama... | |
| But face to face, these ******s be cheesin' like velveeta, | |
| Lookin smoked out, | |
| Hitin mo' pipes than peter | |
| Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ?? | |
| *******es that they be ******', | |
| Used up and sideways | |
| Stretck marks for days, | |
| She about two-hun, | |
| Gotta get pissy drunk, | |
| To ****** her and have fun | |
| [chorus] | |
| These ******s and hoes act the same, | |
| Can't tell em apart, | |
| Always runnin 'round | |
| Lookin for some *******t to start. | |
| These ******* run they mouth, | |
| ******, constantly | |
| All in mine, ****** | |
| All the time | |
| It aint my fault | |
| That yo' punk ass broke | |
| Mad, cuz you only got | |
| Stress to smoke. | |
| I heard that *******t that you was plottin' | |
| ****** you can try | |
| To ****** with mc ren, | |
| But you must be high | |
| Verse 2: | |
| ******s be high because | |
| They workin 9 to 5 | |
| But the villain be hibernatin' | |
| Wakin up at 5... pm | |
| You see them ******s be *******y because | |
| I wont let 'em up on my team | |
| And give 'em a title like hakeem, | |
| I'm peelin' caps like tangerines | |
| Tellin' ******s i should | |
| Break 'em off chips | |
| Get 'em in clubs free | |
| And take 'em on trips | |
| Free-loadin' ass ******s | |
| Lose all they sense | |
| When they think they gon' floss | |
| Off my expense | |
| ******s be goin' corner to corner | |
| Bringin' up the bill | |
| Askin questions like the popos | |
| Tryin to see if i made a mill' | |
| Then they take that weak *******t | |
| Back to they home fo' pillow ?? | |
| She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth | |
| But she want yo' ass to walk | |
| What the ****** you expected? | |
| Always *******in' at me | |
| When she ******' yo' ass, | |
| ****** she be seein me. | |
| Go look in the room, | |
| A costume, fo' haloween, | |
| Of that black ******, you know who | |
| So you can live yo' dream | |
| *chorus* | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I hear yo' ho punk ******* talkin' *******t, | |
| Tryin' to have some say | |
| Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't | |
| Give me no time of day | |
| Still livin with they mommy | |
| She babysittin' while you ****** | |
| Gettin county cheques and money | |
| From them ******s that you ****** suckin | |
| But ******, why these ******* all in mine? | |
| Why, ******, hearin bull*******t all the time? | |
| Hoes from high school be wi*******n | |
| They coulda got wit this ****** | |
| You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, | |
| Mutha******' tricks | |
| Now these hoes jockin' | |
| Like all up on my style | |
| You broke *******, | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Actin' like makin' cheese is a mutha******' crime | |
| If i said 'drop yo' panties', | |
| ******* you drop em in a dime | |
| *chorus* |
| zuo ci : Jones, Patterson | |
| Verse 1: | |
| These s be actin' like i | |
| And didn' t call ' em for weeks | |
| Like they wantin' a | |
| In between they butt cheeks | |
| They staight y | |
| Without their bleedin' and kotexes | |
| The villain that go to texas | |
| got a plan full of o' s and x' s | |
| What' s yo' game plan? | |
| s be sayin' you sabotagin' me | |
| But yo' be suckin' my , | |
| She be tellin me that you dodgin' me | |
| Like piazza, a gots ta, | |
| Keep my roster, with slidin' home, | |
| No lickin' yo' t, yo' is gone | |
| s be thinkin' they makaveli, | |
| Tryin' to bring drama | |
| Soon as these s whoop that ass, | |
| You talkin' dear mama... | |
| But face to face, these s be cheesin' like velveeta, | |
| Lookin smoked out, | |
| Hitin mo' pipes than peter | |
| Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ?? | |
| es that they be ', | |
| Used up and sideways | |
| Stretck marks for days, | |
| She about twohun, | |
| Gotta get pissy drunk, | |
| To her and have fun | |
| chorus | |
| These s and hoes act the same, | |
| Can' t tell em apart, | |
| Always runnin ' round | |
| Lookin for some t to start. | |
| These run they mouth, | |
| , constantly | |
| All in mine, | |
| All the time | |
| It aint my fault | |
| That yo' punk ass broke | |
| Mad, cuz you only got | |
| Stress to smoke. | |
| I heard that t that you was plottin' | |
| you can try | |
| To with mc ren, | |
| But you must be high | |
| Verse 2: | |
| s be high because | |
| They workin 9 to 5 | |
| But the villain be hibernatin' | |
| Wakin up at 5... pm | |
| You see them s be y because | |
| I wont let ' em up on my team | |
| And give ' em a title like hakeem, | |
| I' m peelin' caps like tangerines | |
| Tellin' s i should | |
| Break ' em off chips | |
| Get ' em in clubs free | |
| And take ' em on trips | |
| Freeloadin' ass s | |
| Lose all they sense | |
| When they think they gon' floss | |
| Off my expense | |
| s be goin' corner to corner | |
| Bringin' up the bill | |
| Askin questions like the popos | |
| Tryin to see if i made a mill' | |
| Then they take that weak t | |
| Back to they home fo' pillow ?? | |
| She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth | |
| But she want yo' ass to walk | |
| What the you expected? | |
| Always in' at me | |
| When she ' yo' ass, | |
| she be seein me. | |
| Go look in the room, | |
| A costume, fo' haloween, | |
| Of that black , you know who | |
| So you can live yo' dream | |
| chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I hear yo' ho punk talkin' t, | |
| Tryin' to have some say | |
| Tellin' other hoes they wouldn' t | |
| Give me no time of day | |
| Still livin with they mommy | |
| She babysittin' while you | |
| Gettin county cheques and money | |
| From them s that you suckin | |
| But , why these all in mine? | |
| Why, , hearin bull t all the time? | |
| Hoes from high school be wi n | |
| They coulda got wit this | |
| You know how they be in the carhop clicks, | |
| Mutha' tricks | |
| Now these hoes jockin' | |
| Like all up on my style | |
| You broke , | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Actin' like makin' cheese is a mutha' crime | |
| If i said ' drop yo' panties', | |
| you drop em in a dime | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Jones, Patterson | |
| Verse 1: | |
| These s be actin' like i | |
| And didn' t call ' em for weeks | |
| Like they wantin' a | |
| In between they butt cheeks | |
| They staight y | |
| Without their bleedin' and kotexes | |
| The villain that go to texas | |
| got a plan full of o' s and x' s | |
| What' s yo' game plan? | |
| s be sayin' you sabotagin' me | |
| But yo' be suckin' my , | |
| She be tellin me that you dodgin' me | |
| Like piazza, a gots ta, | |
| Keep my roster, with slidin' home, | |
| No lickin' yo' t, yo' is gone | |
| s be thinkin' they makaveli, | |
| Tryin' to bring drama | |
| Soon as these s whoop that ass, | |
| You talkin' dear mama... | |
| But face to face, these s be cheesin' like velveeta, | |
| Lookin smoked out, | |
| Hitin mo' pipes than peter | |
| Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ?? | |
| es that they be ', | |
| Used up and sideways | |
| Stretck marks for days, | |
| She about twohun, | |
| Gotta get pissy drunk, | |
| To her and have fun | |
| chorus | |
| These s and hoes act the same, | |
| Can' t tell em apart, | |
| Always runnin ' round | |
| Lookin for some t to start. | |
| These run they mouth, | |
| , constantly | |
| All in mine, | |
| All the time | |
| It aint my fault | |
| That yo' punk ass broke | |
| Mad, cuz you only got | |
| Stress to smoke. | |
| I heard that t that you was plottin' | |
| you can try | |
| To with mc ren, | |
| But you must be high | |
| Verse 2: | |
| s be high because | |
| They workin 9 to 5 | |
| But the villain be hibernatin' | |
| Wakin up at 5... pm | |
| You see them s be y because | |
| I wont let ' em up on my team | |
| And give ' em a title like hakeem, | |
| I' m peelin' caps like tangerines | |
| Tellin' s i should | |
| Break ' em off chips | |
| Get ' em in clubs free | |
| And take ' em on trips | |
| Freeloadin' ass s | |
| Lose all they sense | |
| When they think they gon' floss | |
| Off my expense | |
| s be goin' corner to corner | |
| Bringin' up the bill | |
| Askin questions like the popos | |
| Tryin to see if i made a mill' | |
| Then they take that weak t | |
| Back to they home fo' pillow ?? | |
| She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth | |
| But she want yo' ass to walk | |
| What the you expected? | |
| Always in' at me | |
| When she ' yo' ass, | |
| she be seein me. | |
| Go look in the room, | |
| A costume, fo' haloween, | |
| Of that black , you know who | |
| So you can live yo' dream | |
| chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I hear yo' ho punk talkin' t, | |
| Tryin' to have some say | |
| Tellin' other hoes they wouldn' t | |
| Give me no time of day | |
| Still livin with they mommy | |
| She babysittin' while you | |
| Gettin county cheques and money | |
| From them s that you suckin | |
| But , why these all in mine? | |
| Why, , hearin bull t all the time? | |
| Hoes from high school be wi n | |
| They coulda got wit this | |
| You know how they be in the carhop clicks, | |
| Mutha' tricks | |
| Now these hoes jockin' | |
| Like all up on my style | |
| You broke , | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Actin' like makin' cheese is a mutha' crime | |
| If i said ' drop yo' panties', | |
| you drop em in a dime | |
| chorus |
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