| Song | L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon) |
| Artist | Dr. Dre |
| Album | Dr. Dre Presents...The Aftermath |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bullard, Thomas | |
| It's like, it's like this | |
| Word up, knowhut | |
| I'msayin'? | |
| One time for your mind, y'know | |
| I'msayin'? | |
| Yo, from upstate to | |
| BrooklynThe whole borough's thorough | |
| You know the time, y'know | |
| I'msayin'? | |
| Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin' it down | |
| It's hardcore, | |
| B-boy rhymes just for you y'know | |
| I'msayin'?(L.A.W. this might trouble you) | |
| This is Sharief, y'know | |
| I'msayin'? | |
| Puttin it down for the | |
| Aftermath like this | |
| As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac | |
| My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack | |
| Can't hold me back, | |
| I'm too strong, | |
| I waited too long | |
| Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song | |
| Been in the game since what? | |
| That shit is past tense | |
| Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the | |
| CWith that ill shit, | |
| I came to kill shit | |
| I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit | |
| But in this era of mayhem | |
| I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them | |
| To all my opponents who wanna kick it, | |
| I sparkThe verbal scientist in your title, | |
| I'm walkin' wit' it | |
| A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters | |
| I shine my verbal styles and got niggas | |
| Climbin' on speakers, the thrill seekers | |
| An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party | |
| I'm slangin' the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40's | |
| Check it out, y'all, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-galsCheck it out now, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-galsBona fide | |
| B-boy, biceps' bionic | |
| Blast em back, okay let's get it started | |
| Original rap styles comin' from my shooter | |
| Fifty niggas deep, | |
| I'm the ill kid recruiter | |
| People gather round, check my flow | |
| Listen too, look take a peek | |
| Time for thought then you know(What they know?) | |
| I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill | |
| You couldn't stop the pain with | |
| BenadrylToo many claim unnamed for fame | |
| Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim | |
| I take a raptor's rough 'cause | |
| I'lla date the semen | |
| Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went | |
| That's another level of attack, bring your bats | |
| My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack | |
| I slice the rapper like a surgeon | |
| If he wanna battle, | |
| I play him out like a priest in a turban | |
| Too much tenacity, vocal capacity | |
| Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me' | |
| Cause I'm the chemical enemical | |
| Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle | |
| Check it out, y'all, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-galsCheck it out now, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-galsFeelin' the metronome click, my microphone's on | |
| It's time to kiss | |
| Sharief to perform | |
| Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted | |
| In the centre of fight square | |
| I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin' with crimes | |
| I'm natural as loaded dice, understand | |
| Where no man survives, | |
| L.A.W. can | |
| Transform, | |
| I see it ain't even worth ya triggers | |
| I'm from the days when | |
| B-boysWere straight earthin' niggas | |
| Standin' my arms crossed, toss a grenade | |
| Rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade | |
| You better 'cause your dome piece blown | |
| Release chrome beats | |
| Nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb | |
| Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes | |
| Like shots in | |
| Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin' | |
| Some I slaughter such as two compel? blows | |
| Crush your corny kids caught stumblin' on my shells, so | |
| Sick, too quick, | |
| I stab you with some shit | |
| Doin' infinite assault these hard lyrics | |
| I commitWhen | |
| I crush your lungs, | |
| I keep my pace uptempo | |
| Swingin' my prison rhymes, fuckin' mics like a nympho | |
| Check it out, y'all, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-galsCheck it out now, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-galsCheck it out, y'all, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-galsCheck it out now, | |
| L.A.W.'s raw | |
| L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L.A.W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| B-boys and all the | |
| B-gals |
| zuo ci : Bullard, Thomas | |
| It' s like, it' s like this | |
| Word up, knowhut | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| One time for your mind, y' know | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| Yo, from upstate to | |
| BrooklynThe whole borough' s thorough | |
| You know the time, y' know | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin' it down | |
| It' s hardcore, | |
| Bboy rhymes just for you y' know | |
| I' msayin'? L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| This is Sharief, y' know | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| Puttin it down for the | |
| Aftermath like this | |
| As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac | |
| My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack | |
| Can' t hold me back, | |
| I' m too strong, | |
| I waited too long | |
| Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song | |
| Been in the game since what? | |
| That shit is past tense | |
| Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the | |
| CWith that ill shit, | |
| I came to kill shit | |
| I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit | |
| But in this era of mayhem | |
| I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them | |
| To all my opponents who wanna kick it, | |
| I sparkThe verbal scientist in your title, | |
| I' m walkin' wit' it | |
| A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters | |
| I shine my verbal styles and got niggas | |
| Climbin' on speakers, the thrill seekers | |
| An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party | |
| I' m slangin' the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40' s | |
| Check it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsBona fide | |
| Bboy, biceps' bionic | |
| Blast em back, okay let' s get it started | |
| Original rap styles comin' from my shooter | |
| Fifty niggas deep, | |
| I' m the ill kid recruiter | |
| People gather round, check my flow | |
| Listen too, look take a peek | |
| Time for thought then you know What they know? | |
| I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill | |
| You couldn' t stop the pain with | |
| BenadrylToo many claim unnamed for fame | |
| Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim | |
| I take a raptor' s rough ' cause | |
| I' lla date the semen | |
| Spectators be sayin they can' t go where he went | |
| That' s another level of attack, bring your bats | |
| My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack | |
| I slice the rapper like a surgeon | |
| If he wanna battle, | |
| I play him out like a priest in a turban | |
| Too much tenacity, vocal capacity | |
| Ya better take some notes, don' t try to get on after me' | |
| Cause I' m the chemical enemical | |
| Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle | |
| Check it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsFeelin' the metronome click, my microphone' s on | |
| It' s time to kiss | |
| Sharief to perform | |
| Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted | |
| In the centre of fight square | |
| I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin' with crimes | |
| I' m natural as loaded dice, understand | |
| Where no man survives, | |
| L. A. W. can | |
| Transform, | |
| I see it ain' t even worth ya triggers | |
| I' m from the days when | |
| BboysWere straight earthin' niggas | |
| Standin' my arms crossed, toss a grenade | |
| Reinforce my zone as a lyrical barricade | |
| You better ' cause your dome piece blown | |
| Release chrome beats | |
| Nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb | |
| Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes | |
| Like shots in | |
| Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin' | |
| Some I slaughter such as two compel? blows | |
| Crush your corny kids caught stumblin' on my shells, so | |
| Sick, too quick, | |
| I stab you with some shit | |
| Doin' infinite assault these hard lyrics | |
| I commitWhen | |
| I crush your lungs, | |
| I keep my pace uptempo | |
| Swingin' my prison rhymes, fuckin' mics like a nympho | |
| Check it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| Bgals |
| zuò cí : Bullard, Thomas | |
| It' s like, it' s like this | |
| Word up, knowhut | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| One time for your mind, y' know | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| Yo, from upstate to | |
| BrooklynThe whole borough' s thorough | |
| You know the time, y' know | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin' it down | |
| It' s hardcore, | |
| Bboy rhymes just for you y' know | |
| I' msayin'? L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| This is Sharief, y' know | |
| I' msayin'? | |
| Puttin it down for the | |
| Aftermath like this | |
| As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac | |
| My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack | |
| Can' t hold me back, | |
| I' m too strong, | |
| I waited too long | |
| Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song | |
| Been in the game since what? | |
| That shit is past tense | |
| Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the | |
| CWith that ill shit, | |
| I came to kill shit | |
| I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit | |
| But in this era of mayhem | |
| I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them | |
| To all my opponents who wanna kick it, | |
| I sparkThe verbal scientist in your title, | |
| I' m walkin' wit' it | |
| A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters | |
| I shine my verbal styles and got niggas | |
| Climbin' on speakers, the thrill seekers | |
| An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party | |
| I' m slangin' the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40' s | |
| Check it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsBona fide | |
| Bboy, biceps' bionic | |
| Blast em back, okay let' s get it started | |
| Original rap styles comin' from my shooter | |
| Fifty niggas deep, | |
| I' m the ill kid recruiter | |
| People gather round, check my flow | |
| Listen too, look take a peek | |
| Time for thought then you know What they know? | |
| I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill | |
| You couldn' t stop the pain with | |
| BenadrylToo many claim unnamed for fame | |
| Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim | |
| I take a raptor' s rough ' cause | |
| I' lla date the semen | |
| Spectators be sayin they can' t go where he went | |
| That' s another level of attack, bring your bats | |
| My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack | |
| I slice the rapper like a surgeon | |
| If he wanna battle, | |
| I play him out like a priest in a turban | |
| Too much tenacity, vocal capacity | |
| Ya better take some notes, don' t try to get on after me' | |
| Cause I' m the chemical enemical | |
| Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle | |
| Check it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsFeelin' the metronome click, my microphone' s on | |
| It' s time to kiss | |
| Sharief to perform | |
| Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted | |
| In the centre of fight square | |
| I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin' with crimes | |
| I' m natural as loaded dice, understand | |
| Where no man survives, | |
| L. A. W. can | |
| Transform, | |
| I see it ain' t even worth ya triggers | |
| I' m from the days when | |
| BboysWere straight earthin' niggas | |
| Standin' my arms crossed, toss a grenade | |
| Reinforce my zone as a lyrical barricade | |
| You better ' cause your dome piece blown | |
| Release chrome beats | |
| Nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb | |
| Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes | |
| Like shots in | |
| Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin' | |
| Some I slaughter such as two compel? blows | |
| Crush your corny kids caught stumblin' on my shells, so | |
| Sick, too quick, | |
| I stab you with some shit | |
| Doin' infinite assault these hard lyrics | |
| I commitWhen | |
| I crush your lungs, | |
| I keep my pace uptempo | |
| Swingin' my prison rhymes, fuckin' mics like a nympho | |
| Check it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out, y' all, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| BgalsCheck it out now, | |
| L. A. W.' s raw | |
| L. A. W. the lyrical assault weapon | |
| L. A. W. this might trouble you | |
| For all the | |
| Bboys and all the | |
| Bgals |