Think Not Lyrics
| Song | Think Not |
| Artist | Al Tariq |
| Album | God Connections |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fernandez, Notorious BIG | |
| From the East to the South to the West to the North | |
| Come on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off! | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all | |
| So unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'all | |
| I dusted off the fo'-fo' chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome | |
| Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone | |
| to roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A. | |
| See no matter where you at, motherfuckin crime pay | |
| but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me | |
| Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me | |
| and that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper | |
| So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida | |
| Now, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour America | |
| I'm out to get this cheese and to see, every area | |
| of every city, every corner and back street | |
| Thought shit would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET | |
| Wrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinnin | |
| All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women | |
| The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin | |
| Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady fuckin | |
| But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas | |
| Deep in the woods, niggaz lickin off behind us | |
| Glad they didn't find us, glad we didn't get tackled | |
| Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what? | |
| [Chorus: Al' and peeps] | |
| {Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now | |
| {All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same {* echoes *} | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisiana | |
| A thick ass and shit, but she sleep with Peaseyanna | |
| B.E. and Anna, and every other hoe, what is it? | |
| So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzard | |
| We on our way now, OK now we headed | |
| to good ol' Tex' and all gun shit get deaded | |
| Cause down here, niggaz don't fear a good ol' shoot-em-up | |
| They love to suit em up, so don't try to thirty-two em up | |
| Even my big fo'-fo' don't scare no mo' | |
| I hear gunshots, son son hit the flo' | |
| I get my dough, I'm out, did my show, I scout | |
| for some hoe-ass, I need some mo' ass on my route | |
| No doubt, avoidin hexs, floatin through Texas | |
| Stackin them checkses, gets me, a beamin Lexus | |
| Now next is the state of Cali-forn-I-A | |
| My word is bond-I-A to Cali-forn-I-A | |
| But I represent the Q and you knew, whole hearted | |
| that I'd be troopin through with crew so don't get started | |
| or get smarted, by the certified black sheep | |
| Al' Tariq, now let's troop West to East, cause | |
| [Chorus: Al' and peeps] | |
| {All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now | |
| {Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same {* echoes *} | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| Look, now peep the way we slid in to Colorado | |
| where my bravado, had em screamin cause I'm that macho | |
| That top honcho, bangin bodies like I'm Camacho | |
| Hittin notes like Pavarotti, cause this hottie, bang that body | |
| Saw the shottie on this gang nigga, and he was focused | |
| Then I spot his crew swarmin through like they was locusts | |
| ? know this ain't his spot, so I, bag up the shorts | |
| Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo Sports | |
| I got this jigga for some slicin but no, blastin material | |
| Just wish I had that chrome fo'-fo', without the serial | |
| number, so I can give him slumber | |
| Vaporize these niggaz holdin triggers yo I coulda put him under | |
| But no time to wonder, it's gettin tight up in this piece | |
| Took honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed East | |
| Now is you with me? Or you gon' stay out here and freeze | |
| with all these motherfuckin trees and the snow up to your knees | |
| So what's your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy City | |
| She said, "Yeah I don't care, but 'Riq would you lick my | |
| kitty-kat?" Hon I can do that, hop in the van | |
| But before I ever can, yo you gotta see my man | |
| Now here we go go, to At-lan-ta | |
| Through with La-na, puffin lye, gettin high | |
| Alright? Chi-Town, we hit ground, we headed South | |
| to the side, four corner hustlers is in the house | |
| Woo woo woo woo, we kickin script, about our journey | |
| Make shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorney | |
| Plus she didn't burn me, I guess I'm lucky this time | |
| But the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combined | |
| [Chorus: Al' and peeps] | |
| (Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots) THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now | |
| {Yo now everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same, it's all the same nigga | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| All the same, in the same game | |
| All doin the same thing in the same game | |
| No matter where you at, that's where you at | |
| That's all like that, it's on like that | |
| Check out this tune, the game stay all the same | |
| KnowhatI'msayin? For the 90's baby, and forever | |
| Al' Tariq, The Beatnuts, knahmsayin? | |
| The God Connection, we ain't playin | |
| Uhhh, uh, uh uhh, uhhh, up in yo' section | |
| Up in yo' section, all the same it's all the same | |
| Break em off somethin, break em off somethin | |
| Work em off a lil somethin | |
| Where you at nigga? No matter, no matter | |
| where you at, that's where you at | |
| It's just like that. |
| zuo qu : Fernandez, Notorious BIG | |
| From the East to the South to the West to the North | |
| Come on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off! | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| A yes yes y' all, freak freak y' all | |
| So unique y' all, Al' Tariq y' all | |
| I dusted off the fo' fo' chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome | |
| Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone | |
| to roam these wicked streets in the U. S. of A. | |
| See no matter where you at, motherfuckin crime pay | |
| but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me | |
| Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me | |
| and that remind me, can' t forget my 1800 beeper | |
| So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida | |
| Now, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour America | |
| I' m out to get this cheese and to see, every area | |
| of every city, every corner and back street | |
| Thought shit would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET | |
| Wrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinnin | |
| All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women | |
| The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin | |
| Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady fuckin | |
| But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas | |
| Deep in the woods, niggaz lickin off behind us | |
| Glad they didn' t find us, glad we didn' t get tackled | |
| Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what? | |
| Chorus: Al' and peeps | |
| Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that' s the point of this discussion, now | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same echoes | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in ' ouisiana | |
| A thick ass and shit, but she sleep with Peaseyanna | |
| B. E. and Anna, and every other hoe, what is it? | |
| So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzard | |
| We on our way now, OK now we headed | |
| to good ol' Tex' and all gun shit get deaded | |
| Cause down here, niggaz don' t fear a good ol' shootemup | |
| They love to suit em up, so don' t try to thirtytwo em up | |
| Even my big fo' fo' don' t scare no mo' | |
| I hear gunshots, son son hit the flo' | |
| I get my dough, I' m out, did my show, I scout | |
| for some hoeass, I need some mo' ass on my route | |
| No doubt, avoidin hexs, floatin through Texas | |
| Stackin them checkses, gets me, a beamin Lexus | |
| Now next is the state of CalifornIA | |
| My word is bondIA to CalifornIA | |
| But I represent the Q and you knew, whole hearted | |
| that I' d be troopin through with crew so don' t get started | |
| or get smarted, by the certified black sheep | |
| Al' Tariq, now let' s troop West to East, cause | |
| Chorus: Al' and peeps | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that' s the point of this discussion, now | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same echoes | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Look, now peep the way we slid in to Colorado | |
| where my bravado, had em screamin cause I' m that macho | |
| That top honcho, bangin bodies like I' m Camacho | |
| Hittin notes like Pavarotti, cause this hottie, bang that body | |
| Saw the shottie on this gang nigga, and he was focused | |
| Then I spot his crew swarmin through like they was locusts | |
| ? know this ain' t his spot, so I, bag up the shorts | |
| Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo Sports | |
| I got this jigga for some slicin but no, blastin material | |
| Just wish I had that chrome fo' fo', without the serial | |
| number, so I can give him slumber | |
| Vaporize these niggaz holdin triggers yo I coulda put him under | |
| But no time to wonder, it' s gettin tight up in this piece | |
| Took honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed East | |
| Now is you with me? Or you gon' stay out here and freeze | |
| with all these motherfuckin trees and the snow up to your knees | |
| So what' s your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy City | |
| She said, " Yeah I don' t care, but ' Riq would you lick my | |
| kittykat?" Hon I can do that, hop in the van | |
| But before I ever can, yo you gotta see my man | |
| Now here we go go, to Atlanta | |
| Through with Lana, puffin lye, gettin high | |
| Alright? ChiTown, we hit ground, we headed South | |
| to the side, four corner hustlers is in the house | |
| Woo woo woo woo, we kickin script, about our journey | |
| Make shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorney | |
| Plus she didn' t burn me, I guess I' m lucky this time | |
| But the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combined | |
| Chorus: Al' and peeps | |
| Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that' s the point of this discussion, now | |
| Yo now everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same, it' s all the same nigga | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| All the same, in the same game | |
| All doin the same thing in the same game | |
| No matter where you at, that' s where you at | |
| That' s all like that, it' s on like that | |
| Check out this tune, the game stay all the same | |
| KnowhatI' msayin? For the 90' s baby, and forever | |
| Al' Tariq, The Beatnuts, knahmsayin? | |
| The God Connection, we ain' t playin | |
| Uhhh, uh, uh uhh, uhhh, up in yo' section | |
| Up in yo' section, all the same it' s all the same | |
| Break em off somethin, break em off somethin | |
| Work em off a lil somethin | |
| Where you at nigga? No matter, no matter | |
| where you at, that' s where you at | |
| It' s just like that. |
| zuò qǔ : Fernandez, Notorious BIG | |
| From the East to the South to the West to the North | |
| Come on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off! | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| A yes yes y' all, freak freak y' all | |
| So unique y' all, Al' Tariq y' all | |
| I dusted off the fo' fo' chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome | |
| Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone | |
| to roam these wicked streets in the U. S. of A. | |
| See no matter where you at, motherfuckin crime pay | |
| but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me | |
| Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me | |
| and that remind me, can' t forget my 1800 beeper | |
| So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida | |
| Now, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour America | |
| I' m out to get this cheese and to see, every area | |
| of every city, every corner and back street | |
| Thought shit would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET | |
| Wrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinnin | |
| All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women | |
| The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin | |
| Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady fuckin | |
| But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas | |
| Deep in the woods, niggaz lickin off behind us | |
| Glad they didn' t find us, glad we didn' t get tackled | |
| Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what? | |
| Chorus: Al' and peeps | |
| Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that' s the point of this discussion, now | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same echoes | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in ' ouisiana | |
| A thick ass and shit, but she sleep with Peaseyanna | |
| B. E. and Anna, and every other hoe, what is it? | |
| So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzard | |
| We on our way now, OK now we headed | |
| to good ol' Tex' and all gun shit get deaded | |
| Cause down here, niggaz don' t fear a good ol' shootemup | |
| They love to suit em up, so don' t try to thirtytwo em up | |
| Even my big fo' fo' don' t scare no mo' | |
| I hear gunshots, son son hit the flo' | |
| I get my dough, I' m out, did my show, I scout | |
| for some hoeass, I need some mo' ass on my route | |
| No doubt, avoidin hexs, floatin through Texas | |
| Stackin them checkses, gets me, a beamin Lexus | |
| Now next is the state of CalifornIA | |
| My word is bondIA to CalifornIA | |
| But I represent the Q and you knew, whole hearted | |
| that I' d be troopin through with crew so don' t get started | |
| or get smarted, by the certified black sheep | |
| Al' Tariq, now let' s troop West to East, cause | |
| Chorus: Al' and peeps | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that' s the point of this discussion, now | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same echoes | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Look, now peep the way we slid in to Colorado | |
| where my bravado, had em screamin cause I' m that macho | |
| That top honcho, bangin bodies like I' m Camacho | |
| Hittin notes like Pavarotti, cause this hottie, bang that body | |
| Saw the shottie on this gang nigga, and he was focused | |
| Then I spot his crew swarmin through like they was locusts | |
| ? know this ain' t his spot, so I, bag up the shorts | |
| Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo Sports | |
| I got this jigga for some slicin but no, blastin material | |
| Just wish I had that chrome fo' fo', without the serial | |
| number, so I can give him slumber | |
| Vaporize these niggaz holdin triggers yo I coulda put him under | |
| But no time to wonder, it' s gettin tight up in this piece | |
| Took honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed East | |
| Now is you with me? Or you gon' stay out here and freeze | |
| with all these motherfuckin trees and the snow up to your knees | |
| So what' s your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy City | |
| She said, " Yeah I don' t care, but ' Riq would you lick my | |
| kittykat?" Hon I can do that, hop in the van | |
| But before I ever can, yo you gotta see my man | |
| Now here we go go, to Atlanta | |
| Through with Lana, puffin lye, gettin high | |
| Alright? ChiTown, we hit ground, we headed South | |
| to the side, four corner hustlers is in the house | |
| Woo woo woo woo, we kickin script, about our journey | |
| Make shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorney | |
| Plus she didn' t burn me, I guess I' m lucky this time | |
| But the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combined | |
| Chorus: Al' and peeps | |
| Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots | |
| Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same and that' s the point of this discussion, now | |
| Yo now everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots | |
| All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots THINK NOT? | |
| Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin | |
| The shit is all the same, it' s all the same nigga | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| All the same, in the same game | |
| All doin the same thing in the same game | |
| No matter where you at, that' s where you at | |
| That' s all like that, it' s on like that | |
| Check out this tune, the game stay all the same | |
| KnowhatI' msayin? For the 90' s baby, and forever | |
| Al' Tariq, The Beatnuts, knahmsayin? | |
| The God Connection, we ain' t playin | |
| Uhhh, uh, uh uhh, uhhh, up in yo' section | |
| Up in yo' section, all the same it' s all the same | |
| Break em off somethin, break em off somethin | |
| Work em off a lil somethin | |
| Where you at nigga? No matter, no matter | |
| where you at, that' s where you at | |
| It' s just like that. |
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