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作词 : Daniel Keyes/Rob Lewis |
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作曲 : Daniel Keyes/Rob Lewis |
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I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't |
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So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't |
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Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back |
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Sit fat and relax and plan my attack |
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Not the one to test I possess mad finesse |
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My Buddha was blessed one bird in the nest |
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Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in Jeeps |
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On the New York streets hittin' urban concrete |
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I'm the man untestable, with the extra- |
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Terrestrial flow, Four Fifty Six Cee-Lo |
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Pop the top off the forty ounce bottle |
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I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model |
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Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock |
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Only spits when I react to the bullshit |
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So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ |
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And save the confessions for JEESuz |
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Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow |
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Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow |
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Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like |
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Steven, achieving, gettin some cheese and |
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Representin' lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major |
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With the project flavor, I made ya |
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Daze ya, my behavior is mad ill if you front |
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You know what I want! |
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(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse |
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And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E |
| [01:28.29][Verse 2] |
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I'mma let you know how I feel on the real, I pack |
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Steel, it's like a jungle, makes me wonder where my heel hits the |
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Bricks, skips the dog shit, completin' my cipher |
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Temper like Rowdy Roddy Piper, hyper like a |
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Viper, I'mma strike if I gotta |
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Goin' for the jugular stretch you like a copper stoppah |
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Stoppah, but you can't stop me |
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Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G |
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Came a long way from back in the day |
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We did it for no pay, just rhymin' hit the hay and |
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Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme |
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Hit the park after dark, drop the beat one time |
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That's when shit was real, no phonies no bologna |
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Just a homie, mics and wheels of steel |
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Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light |
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Everything right, jam over: street fight |
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Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad |
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Raw lyrics make a sore and a scab |
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Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice |
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A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice |
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And now I might make a million, and still son |
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It makes the heart pump, you know what I want |
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(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse |
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And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E |
| [02:32.40][Verse 3] |
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Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht |
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Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop |
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Remote control boombox lampin' on my dresser |
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The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya |
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Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily |
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Nuff treasons, nuff reasons like Philip Bailey |
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Can't get enough of that funky stuff |
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Rhymin' astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal |
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Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal |
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Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya |
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Right off the paper, roll a big fat spliff |
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Four-fifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip shit |
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I'm ready, get the keys for the Jeep, let's bounce |
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Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the |
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Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck |
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I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck |
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Oh what a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and |
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I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing |
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Erything's kosher copacetic, groovy hip-hop moves me |
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Soothes me, I'm letting off like an Uzi |
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But first steps a doozy and bruise me |
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Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy |
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I wanna get big get paid true stunt |
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You know what I want! |
| [03:46.50][Chorus] |
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(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines |
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(So whutcha want Nine?) An ill posse |
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And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E |
