The rhyme i pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
(hiccup!) this is a good place for a stickup
So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
I can beat mike tyson, plus i'm fresh-er than the prince of bel air
And i blossom, in colour is how i'm living see
Some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my public ene-ma
Picture this, like a cinema; i'm winnin a contest
I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, i'm a stud smokin blunts
Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, i'd be woody wood
They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes i *** and don't collects
Rockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flex
But i pump skill, to build what i can build and still feel good
The baddest hoes be sayin, 'oooh you're real good'
Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
Auntie's name is stella, style as def/deaf as helen keller
Nail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrect
Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce banner
So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
Kid just in the nick i kick more ass than bruce lee's nike's did
Just in the nick i kick on the geek stick, flick a bic
**** a chick, slick-er than rick around the clock i tock to the
Tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
****, i got rhymes comin out my asshole
I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position
To be dissin it's a, rainbow coalition
I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby don't, cry
Feed em i heat em and eat em if i don't need em then i leave em
As leftovers, packin the weak mc's into ?septober?
Til i was older, i couldn't hold a rhyme folder
Now i dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If i'm sober i won't hold a skunk, but when i'm drunk
I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin i'm a hunk
Like a duck i'm slammin ham mc's mc's i'm servin
Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my **** hairs
I'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape
Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
Cause when you ash i'll make an ass of you and only you see
Just in the nick i kick the funky ****
That's why they call me bootsy
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:09.60]The rhyme i pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
[00:11.85](hiccup!) this is a good place for a stickup
[00:14.43]So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
[00:16.71]I can beat mike tyson, plus i'm fresh-er than the prince of bel air
[00:19.71]And i blossom, in colour is how i'm living see
[00:21.48]Some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my public ene-ma
[00:24.18]Picture this, like a cinema; i'm winnin a contest
[00:27.12]I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
[00:29.67]I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
[00:31.74]I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
[00:33.75]The gold mud in my blood, i'm a stud smokin blunts
[00:36.00]Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, i'd be woody wood
[00:38.55]They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes i *** and don't collects
[00:41.04]Rockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flex
[00:43.50]But i pump skill, to build what i can build and still feel good
[00:46.08]The baddest hoes be sayin, 'oooh you're real good'
[00:48.03]Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
[00:50.40]Auntie's name is stella, style as def/deaf as helen keller
[00:52.80]Nail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrect
[00:54.87]Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce banner
[00:57.78]So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
[00:59.97]Kid just in the nick i kick more ass than bruce lee's nike's did
[01:16.71]Just in the nick i kick on the geek stick, flick a bic
[01:19.47]**** a chick, slick-er than rick around the clock i tock to the
[01:21.66]Tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
[01:24.99]****, i got rhymes comin out my asshole
[01:26.70]I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position
[01:29.16]To be dissin it's a, rainbow coalition
[01:31.44]I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
[01:33.84]Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby don't, cry
[01:36.36]Feed em i heat em and eat em if i don't need em then i leave em
[01:38.52]As leftovers, packin the weak mc's into ?septober?
[01:41.13]Til i was older, i couldn't hold a rhyme folder
[01:43.47]Now i dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
[01:45.72]If i'm sober i won't hold a skunk, but when i'm drunk
[01:47.76]I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin i'm a hunk
[01:50.76]Like a duck i'm slammin ham mc's mc's i'm servin
[01:57.93]Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my **** hairs
[02:00.21]I'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape
[02:02.82]Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
[02:09.87]Cause when you ash i'll make an ass of you and only you see
[02:12.21]Just in the nick i kick the funky ****
[02:14.10]That's why they call me bootsy
The rhyme i pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
(hiccup!) this is a good place for a stickup
So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
I can beat mike tyson, plus i'm fresh-er than the prince of bel air
And i blossom, in colour is how i'm living see
Some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my public ene-ma
Picture this, like a cinema; i'm winnin a contest
I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, i'm a stud smokin blunts
Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, i'd be woody wood
They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes i *** and don't collects
Rockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flex
But i pump skill, to build what i can build and still feel good
The baddest hoes be sayin, 'oooh you're real good'
Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
Auntie's name is stella, style as def/deaf as helen keller
Nail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrect
Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce banner
So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
Kid just in the nick i kick more ass than bruce lee's nike's did
Just in the nick i kick on the geek stick, flick a bic
**** a chick, slick-er than rick around the clock i tock to the
Tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
****, i got rhymes comin out my asshole
I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position
To be dissin it's a, rainbow coalition
I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby don't, cry
Feed em i heat em and eat em if i don't need em then i leave em
As leftovers, packin the weak mc's into ?septober?
Til i was older, i couldn't hold a rhyme folder
Now i dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If i'm sober i won't hold a skunk, but when i'm drunk
I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin i'm a hunk
Like a duck i'm slammin ham mc's mc's i'm servin
Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my **** hairs
I'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape
Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
Cause when you ash i'll make an ass of you and only you see
Just in the nick i kick the funky ****
That's why they call me bootsy
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:09.60]The rhyme i pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
[00:11.85](hiccup!) this is a good place for a stickup
[00:14.43]So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
[00:16.71]I can beat mike tyson, plus i'm fresh-er than the prince of bel air
[00:19.71]And i blossom, in colour is how i'm living see
[00:21.48]Some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my public ene-ma
[00:24.18]Picture this, like a cinema; i'm winnin a contest
[00:27.12]I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
[00:29.67]I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
[00:31.74]I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
[00:33.75]The gold mud in my blood, i'm a stud smokin blunts
[00:36.00]Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, i'd be woody wood
[00:38.55]They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes i *** and don't collects
[00:41.04]Rockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flex
[00:43.50]But i pump skill, to build what i can build and still feel good
[00:46.08]The baddest hoes be sayin, 'oooh you're real good'
[00:48.03]Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
[00:50.40]Auntie's name is stella, style as def/deaf as helen keller
[00:52.80]Nail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrect
[00:54.87]Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce banner
[00:57.78]So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
[00:59.97]Kid just in the nick i kick more ass than bruce lee's nike's did
[01:16.71]Just in the nick i kick on the geek stick, flick a bic
[01:19.47]**** a chick, slick-er than rick around the clock i tock to the
[01:21.66]Tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
[01:24.99]****, i got rhymes comin out my asshole
[01:26.70]I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position
[01:29.16]To be dissin it's a, rainbow coalition
[01:31.44]I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
[01:33.84]Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby don't, cry
[01:36.36]Feed em i heat em and eat em if i don't need em then i leave em
[01:38.52]As leftovers, packin the weak mc's into ?septober?
[01:41.13]Til i was older, i couldn't hold a rhyme folder
[01:43.47]Now i dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
[01:45.72]If i'm sober i won't hold a skunk, but when i'm drunk
[01:47.76]I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin i'm a hunk
[01:50.76]Like a duck i'm slammin ham mc's mc's i'm servin
[01:57.93]Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my **** hairs
[02:00.21]I'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape
[02:02.82]Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
[02:09.87]Cause when you ash i'll make an ass of you and only you see
[02:12.21]Just in the nick i kick the funky ****
[02:14.10]That's why they call me bootsy
I'm all here in the flesh you can take it or not
I'm not claiming pretending to be what I'm not
I ain't nobody's angel
We in this world that is changi...
Sometimes we feel alone
But alone ain't always wrong
Alone in a crowded room
My mind made up like a powder room
I'm the sun, giving the clouds some ro...
（"Make It Up"） We can make it better
（"Make It Up"） We can make it better
（"Make It Up"） We can make it better
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They Say （们说）-Common
Written by ：Lonnie Lynn /Kanye West /John Stephens /Thomas Bell /Linda Epstein
They say what's happenin'
We say the facts and the...
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blo...
"i love the way
I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one(repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of each line)
Check it out
Good morn...
walk She into the court her knees buckle
Saying for a man to survive he needn't hustle
Seen and been through struggle her whole life
Made a transition...
Yo, niggaz don't want none of thi
Niggers know they can't **** with thi
Turn this shit up just a little mor
I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a n...