阿姆哀

  • 專輯:拉丁搖滾客
  • 發行:2000-05-01
  • 演唱:唐銘良
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作詞: 作曲:

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
"May-back", Maybach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's not a likeness on the mic (yeah!)
I don't do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me
I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons
I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new
The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin' chick joints
Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
We don't got nothin' in common (no)
We don't got nothin' in common (no)
Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
Now you're slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics
Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless
If you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
We can spit it for ya advance
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
"May-back", Maybach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us
You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy)
The people you run with are thuggin' (gang)
But you're just a wannabe gunna (gang)
Like you was gonna do somethin'
Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin, you're buggin'
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin'
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better pull up
Strap on, other words if you're gonna
Roll up with your (gang) you're gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
And I'm talkin' to you, but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfuckers
But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
Like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock, demi-god
Let me put a fucking silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a hard shell
With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
Only time you'll ever say I lost
You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off, and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
That I'll be the most hated, though made it
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho
But now those days are over
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes in with home-made explosives
I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and
I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
I throws Dre a Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my whole plate is soakin'
I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotatin' motion
Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
That you bitches fuckin' with, the original
I consider me and Nickel identical, but not us
The only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
Sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster
Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us
(Man, fuck this shit, let's go)


      • 專輯:拉丁搖滾客
      • 發行:2000-05-01
      • 演唱:唐銘良
      字型
      作詞: 作曲:

      Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
      Yeah
      Brain dead, eye drops
      Pain meds, cyclops
      Daybed, iPod
      "May-back", Maybach
      Trainwrecks, sidewalks
      Pay less, high-tops
      K-Fed, iHop
      Playtex, icebox
      That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
      Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (woo!)
      That's how much we have in common
      We are not alike, there's not a likeness on the mic (yeah!)
      I don't do Jordans and Audemars
      I do explosions and Molotovs
      Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
      I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
      Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me
      I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy
      I don't gotta hire goons
      I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
      The sky is blue, the tie is new
      The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
      While these dudes tryna figure out
      How to do a freestyle as fly as me
      I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
      Everybody doin' chick joints
      Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
      'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
      Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
      We don't got nothin' in common (no)
      We don't got nothin' in common (no)
      Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
      On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
      I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
      Find me a brother who's solid
      To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
      When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
      We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
      Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
      Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
      Now you're slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics
      Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
      To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
      Knowledge is power, but powerless
      If you got it and you do not acknowledge it
      Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
      Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
      We can spit it for ya advance
      I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
      You niggas
      Brain dead, eye drops
      Pain meds, cyclops
      Daybed, iPod
      "May-back", Maybach
      Trainwrecks, sidewalks
      Pay less, high-tops
      K-Fed, iHop
      Playtex, icebox
      That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
      Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (woo!)
      That's how much we have in common
      We are not alike, there's nada like us
      You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy)
      The people you run with are thuggin' (gang)
      But you're just a wannabe gunna (gang)
      Like you was gonna do somethin'
      Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy)
      And you got juice, lil youngin, you're buggin'
      You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
      Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin'
      Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
      And gats cock, your partners better tool up
      This has not to do with muscular
      But have guns for sure, you better pull up
      Strap on, other words if you're gonna
      Roll up with your (gang) you're gon' need a arsenal
      'Cause this bar is over your head
      So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt)
      Oh, you run the streets, huh?
      Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
      This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
      He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
      So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina
      But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
      If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
      And I'm talkin' to you, but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
      I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
      But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
      I keep on telling motherfuckers
      But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
      Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
      I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
      Like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock, demi-god
      Let me put a fucking silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
      You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
      Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
      We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
      Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a hard shell
      With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
      Only time you'll ever say I lost
      You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
      Just to try to get me off, and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
      Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
      Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
      Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
      That I'll be the most hated, though made it
      So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
      'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho
      But now those days are over
      I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
      My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
      I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
      Olay the hoes in with home-made explosives
      I blow eighty holes in you
      Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and
      I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
      I throws Dre a Motrin, I throated Nicole
      As they both there to choke and my whole plate is soakin'
      I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and
      I stick and I turn in a rotatin' motion
      Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
      Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
      I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
      I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
      A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
      That you bitches fuckin' with, the original
      I consider me and Nickel identical, but not us
      The only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
      Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
      None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
      Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
      Sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, holster
      Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster
      Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster
      That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
      Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
      That's how much we have in common (woo!)
      That's how much we have in common
      We are not alike, there's nada like us
      (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)

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