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Ghostface Killah
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Block Rock [Clean]
作词:Dennis Coles, O'shea Jackson
You out there, on now Sorry, that's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying It's the hardcore Set it off, rusty, low down Following me, it be the God Whatever, whatever God all All New York, aight
Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming You can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways like they sit in the cup
You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred G's, on the concrete, save that
Like James Brown, it's the 'Big Payback' Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a **** for real, we eat ya food Like dog, mutha****, in replace of a meal
Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is
We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my **** when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 From Broad Street down to Milledge You **** with experienced killas, mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You **** with experienced killas, silver back gorillas
The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The streets is never at peace when I palm a **** My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a black belt The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul
Same dudes give a **** booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandelier ice, keep a wrist full 'Cuz, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that ****, and ice my ****
See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God And still pull up in the hooped out rented car
With dust and **** on him, knock the neighborhood bully out Take his gun and **** on him The magazines can't develop my flicks The negatives came, and printed out them C-note chips
Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of **** stanking Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking
From Broad Street down to Milledge You **** with experienced killas, mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You **** with experienced killas, silver back gorillas
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