LRC歌词
作曲 : Theodore Hughes Jr.
作词 : Kortez Marion/Jarred Douglas/Jarrel Lowman/Emile Vincent
Hey
One time for ya
One time for ya
Yeah (CSF, ***... uh)
Uh
Yeah
It's that
Uh, yeah
Feel this shit, uh
It's like, uh
It's like one, two, three and to the four
E-Fav, CSF knocking at yo door
Ready to get my paper, my fetti, my cheddar
Ch-ch-ch-check it, I know you gotta respect it
While I deposit this message
We clean it up, redirect it, and teach the youth
Better beat up the booth
*** you know I speak truth
While you is looking like a collection of Who's Who
Why you looking so confused?
*** I'm talking 'bout you (you, you, you)
But back to the topic, here to fatten up my wallet
Have my bank account resembling the encoded doctrine
Letters, numbers, zeroes, commas, all of the above
On my mama ho, I promise I'mma represent the club
**ing, Baby
Stack yo, stack yo, stack yo paypuh
I need a blunt to the face, thinking about tomorrow
Live for today, ** drowning in your sorrow
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Stack yo paypuh, major, baby (x3)
Stack it up, stack it up
Check
Check
Look
Get it, get it, however you can
Before money root us all try to go back if you can
Like, like, sometimes I wish I was a kid again
Santa better eat these cookies if I leave 'em out for him
Mama had us believing in hard working
Now my inner child still at large like Harold Berman
Gerald, Hey Arnold, Helga
Jump shot, street lights, home, Zelda
Picture that nappy headed boy watching cartoons
When Mama left for work, his heels was on the tube
Shoes, Nike Air Flight Huarache
Reggie Miller wannabe shooting jumpers like mama watch me
Cross over like Tim Hardaway, floater like Tony Parker kid
Funny looking Michael Ray jumper got me a scholarship
Now my son in Space Jams watching Space Jam
Same way I used to look, hoop dreams and rhyme books
Divine crook, don't ask me how I got it
The non college prophet with no squalor in his wallet
Scheme things solid been grim in the 70s
In order for me to get on, I broke a couple felonies
Shame that a talent rapping is irrele-v
Chevy speed got at me with the crews like Penelope
Firearm Wesley, you, you, you want it?
Recipe money, more cream then the Nestlé bunny
Now who want it
Hands up now, its fantastic
Dealers still need a deal, P-L-astic
The dollar for my thoughts, ** a penny son
Beast in my wrist, Ben 10
We get it done, you dip and run
Strong as adamantium, captain never Branium
This shield is from the stars now I'm cussing like I'm anti sun
Bi-atch, bi-atch with the shee-ot, shee-ot
Catch Ila, Ila at the e ah ah
Stack yo, stack yo, stack yo paypuh
I need a blunt to the face, thinking about tomorrow
Live for today, ** drowning in your sorrow
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Stack yo paypuh, major, baby (x3)
Stack it up, stack it up
On the scene, with the "damn, I need some money" look
Never duck bills like a platypus, understood (get it)
This for my ***s buying **** that could afford it
You in your Mom's crib, but you got them new Jordan's (lame)
I'm buying out the bar, my first check from recording
But I'm still broke, so I ball on a budget (you broke ***)
Hoes, cars, **, amongst things
Chains, rings, my stars shine like bling bling
Bling out, 'bout to charge fees for freestyles
Used to try not see before, but see now
Folks telling us the dance get sales down
I tell them ***s back they ass up and slow down
Y'all been telling lies, I'mma keep **** real
If skills pay the bills when Bill Gates will
I got the will to write a milli songs with no deal
Until the day I post up parked on Maybach wheels
I used to daydream at Busch's going loco
Now we got fans in Sudan we going global
Play our CD in DC at a go-go
West coast LBC in a low-low
I heard they even begged departure out in Tokyo
Everywhere we go, people love us
作词 : Kortez Marion/Jarred Douglas/Jarrel Lowman/Emile Vincent
Hey
One time for ya
One time for ya
Yeah (CSF, ***... uh)
Uh
Yeah
It's that
Uh, yeah
Feel this shit, uh
It's like, uh
It's like one, two, three and to the four
E-Fav, CSF knocking at yo door
Ready to get my paper, my fetti, my cheddar
Ch-ch-ch-check it, I know you gotta respect it
While I deposit this message
We clean it up, redirect it, and teach the youth
Better beat up the booth
*** you know I speak truth
While you is looking like a collection of Who's Who
Why you looking so confused?
*** I'm talking 'bout you (you, you, you)
But back to the topic, here to fatten up my wallet
Have my bank account resembling the encoded doctrine
Letters, numbers, zeroes, commas, all of the above
On my mama ho, I promise I'mma represent the club
**ing, Baby
Stack yo, stack yo, stack yo paypuh
I need a blunt to the face, thinking about tomorrow
Live for today, ** drowning in your sorrow
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Stack yo paypuh, major, baby (x3)
Stack it up, stack it up
Check
Check
Look
Get it, get it, however you can
Before money root us all try to go back if you can
Like, like, sometimes I wish I was a kid again
Santa better eat these cookies if I leave 'em out for him
Mama had us believing in hard working
Now my inner child still at large like Harold Berman
Gerald, Hey Arnold, Helga
Jump shot, street lights, home, Zelda
Picture that nappy headed boy watching cartoons
When Mama left for work, his heels was on the tube
Shoes, Nike Air Flight Huarache
Reggie Miller wannabe shooting jumpers like mama watch me
Cross over like Tim Hardaway, floater like Tony Parker kid
Funny looking Michael Ray jumper got me a scholarship
Now my son in Space Jams watching Space Jam
Same way I used to look, hoop dreams and rhyme books
Divine crook, don't ask me how I got it
The non college prophet with no squalor in his wallet
Scheme things solid been grim in the 70s
In order for me to get on, I broke a couple felonies
Shame that a talent rapping is irrele-v
Chevy speed got at me with the crews like Penelope
Firearm Wesley, you, you, you want it?
Recipe money, more cream then the Nestlé bunny
Now who want it
Hands up now, its fantastic
Dealers still need a deal, P-L-astic
The dollar for my thoughts, ** a penny son
Beast in my wrist, Ben 10
We get it done, you dip and run
Strong as adamantium, captain never Branium
This shield is from the stars now I'm cussing like I'm anti sun
Bi-atch, bi-atch with the shee-ot, shee-ot
Catch Ila, Ila at the e ah ah
Stack yo, stack yo, stack yo paypuh
I need a blunt to the face, thinking about tomorrow
Live for today, ** drowning in your sorrow
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Get up, get up, go out and get it ***
Stack yo paypuh, major, baby (x3)
Stack it up, stack it up
On the scene, with the "damn, I need some money" look
Never duck bills like a platypus, understood (get it)
This for my ***s buying **** that could afford it
You in your Mom's crib, but you got them new Jordan's (lame)
I'm buying out the bar, my first check from recording
But I'm still broke, so I ball on a budget (you broke ***)
Hoes, cars, **, amongst things
Chains, rings, my stars shine like bling bling
Bling out, 'bout to charge fees for freestyles
Used to try not see before, but see now
Folks telling us the dance get sales down
I tell them ***s back they ass up and slow down
Y'all been telling lies, I'mma keep **** real
If skills pay the bills when Bill Gates will
I got the will to write a milli songs with no deal
Until the day I post up parked on Maybach wheels
I used to daydream at Busch's going loco
Now we got fans in Sudan we going global
Play our CD in DC at a go-go
West coast LBC in a low-low
I heard they even begged departure out in Tokyo
Everywhere we go, people love us
文本歌词
作曲 : Theodore Hughes Jr.作词 : Kortez Marion/Jarred Douglas/Jarrel Lowman/Emile VincentHeyOne time for yaOne time for yaYeah (CSF, ***... uh)UhYeahIt's thatUh, yeahFeel this shit, uhIt's like, uhIt's like one, two, three and to the fourE-Fav, CSF knocking at yo doorReady to get my paper, my fetti, my cheddarCh-ch-ch-check it, I know you gotta respect itWhile I deposit this messageWe clean it up, redirect it, and teach the youthBetter beat up the booth*** you know I speak truthWhile you is looking like a collection of Who's WhoWhy you looking so confused?*** I'm talking 'bout you (you, you, you)But back to the topic, here to fatten up my walletHave my bank account resembling the encoded doctrineLetters, numbers, zeroes, commas, all of the aboveOn my mama ho, I promise I'mma represent the club**ing, BabyStack yo, stack yo, stack yo paypuhI need a blunt to the face, thinking about tomorrowLive for today, ** drowning in your sorrowGet up, get up, go out and get it ***Get up, get up, go out and get it ***Stack yo paypuh, major, baby (x3)Stack it up, stack it upCheckCheckLookGet it, get it, however you canBefore money root us all try to go back if you canLike, like, sometimes I wish I was a kid againSanta better eat these cookies if I leave 'em out for himMama had us believing in hard workingNow my inner child still at large like Harold BermanGerald, Hey Arnold, HelgaJump shot, street lights, home, ZeldaPicture that nappy headed boy watching cartoonsWhen Mama left for work, his heels was on the tubeShoes, Nike Air Flight HuaracheReggie Miller wannabe shooting jumpers like mama watch meCross over like Tim Hardaway, floater like Tony Parker kidFunny looking Michael Ray jumper got me a scholarshipNow my son in Space Jams watching Space JamSame way I used to look, hoop dreams and rhyme booksDivine crook, don't ask me how I got itThe non college prophet with no squalor in his walletScheme things solid been grim in the 70sIn order for me to get on, I broke a couple feloniesShame that a talent rapping is irrele-vChevy speed got at me with the crews like PenelopeFirearm Wesley, you, you, you want it?Recipe money, more cream then the Nestlé bunnyNow who want itHands up now, its fantasticDealers still need a deal, P-L-asticThe dollar for my thoughts, ** a penny sonBeast in my wrist, Ben 10We get it done, you dip and runStrong as adamantium, captain never BraniumThis shield is from the stars now I'm cussing like I'm anti sunBi-atch, bi-atch with the shee-ot, shee-otCatch Ila, Ila at the e ah ahStack yo, stack yo, stack yo paypuhI need a blunt to the face, thinking about tomorrowLive for today, ** drowning in your sorrowGet up, get up, go out and get it ***Get up, get up, go out and get it ***Stack yo paypuh, major, baby (x3)Stack it up, stack it upOn the scene, with the "damn, I need some money" lookNever duck bills like a platypus, understood (get it)This for my ***s buying **** that could afford itYou in your Mom's crib, but you got them new Jordan's (lame)I'm buying out the bar, my first check from recordingBut I'm still broke, so I ball on a budget (you broke ***)Hoes, cars, **, amongst thingsChains, rings, my stars shine like bling blingBling out, 'bout to charge fees for freestylesUsed to try not see before, but see nowFolks telling us the dance get sales downI tell them ***s back they ass up and slow downY'all been telling lies, I'mma keep **** realIf skills pay the bills when Bill Gates willI got the will to write a milli songs with no dealUntil the day I post up parked on Maybach wheelsI used to daydream at Busch's going locoNow we got fans in Sudan we going globalPlay our CD in DC at a go-goWest coast LBC in a low-lowI heard they even begged departure out in TokyoEverywhere we go, people love us
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