作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
Bun B:
Man, all these mother****ing niggas out here...
Man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everytime I try to go somewhere
I got plex from these lil' sorry, punk, b***h, no good hatin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
Every single day, man...Start shit, man
I get lot a plex on these streets, baby...know what I'm sayin'?
I'm lookin' at H-Town's North and the Southside doin' it.
In P.A., you know what I'm sayin', in Port A, 'cause you know...
Even the East coast and the West coast got the plex, man
Man, y'all bettah keep yo' distance, man
I'm tellin' you it's real.
Bun B:
My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button
I ain't never ran this hot.
Now you the number one b***h
I wanna whoop the piss out.
And this not a threat, bet that
I ain't gonna let that slide,
Gotta get that shit righ
Want him dead by midnight.
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot;
I watched him go in and come back out
I got ready to pull the Mac out.
Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610,
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his d**k in.
****, I seen a slab get stripped
The discs, seats, and sound gone,
And candy paint burnt to a crisp.
These niggas gettin' hated o
For the '84s that they skated on.
Jackers in the dark alley waited on
The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack
Pistol to his back, took 4 ounces of crack,
And a fat dozier sack.
That's why I pack, my b***h
That's why I pray, 'cause where I stay
I got to carry my mother****ing gun every single day
Chorus: (x4)
Niggas wanna start shit in every wa
That's why I carry my mother****ing gu
Every single day.
Pimp C:
The p- l-e- x is crowdin' all my space;
'Bout to pop this mother****er 'cause he standin' in my place
He sellin' on my block,
Jackin' from my boys,
They comin' on our side throwin' down and talkin' noise.
Now, I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid.
He occupyin' his time tryin' to get boys for they Blades...
Gettin' 'em for they Chevy 'Burbans.
They jumpin' out a who doos
Comin' down swingin', jumpin' out of candy blues,
Talkin' 'bout give it up smooth.
Baby boy, it's some hatin' goin' on in P.A.,
Mostly over stanky b*****s, and who sold the most yay
Niggas stuntin', pullin' pistols endin' up in the grave
When I pull I always pop, that's why I'm livin' today.
Girl-ass niggas causin' plex between friends
And, when you bust on your boy,
Don't neither one of y'all niggas win
You end up killin' somebody that you ain't really ain't wanna kill
Over a b***h-ass nigga that's showin' ho-type skills
Chorus: (x4)
Bun B:
Comin' from the small town of madness
Late night us all murd'rers
Playa-hated, scandalous hoes, and 'Lac-drivin' slab hurters,
Acted bad after 8.
You can catch us on the late,
Rollin' dice, blowin', and sippin' on the bar straight.
We got the red drank, orange drank, purple drank
Laughin' at these mark hoes
That say they never heard a drank.
Half-gallon Big Gulp, Big Red, big cup, drink mixed up,
Blowin' sweets, and lightin' sticks up.
Now, in my new world slow down I can see
Niggas talkin' shi
Tryin' to see if what they said got to me;
But, hoe-wearin' type of skills say a lot to me.
You just gon' **** around and get yourself shot to be, or not to be
Mutha****as plot to see me crac
Under pressure so they just impress a nigga to see me react
These niggas try to stare me down like a scary clown
Don't dare me, 'round
Here we **** your game up like Larry Brown
And, carry pounds a killer 'round like groceries,
With a prescence that make you not
Wanna stand close to me.
Talkin' 'bout we supposed to be brothers
Don't make me laugh, mother****ers, you chose to be
On the side opposin' me.
Don't matter what coast ya' be from
Bun and C 'll light your world up explosively.
Chorus: (x12)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
[00:00.00] Bun B:
[00:22.11]Man, all these mother****ing niggas out here...
[00:24.03]Man, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:25.29]Everytime I try to go somewhere
[00:27.06]I got plex from these lil' sorry, punk, b***h, no good hatin'
[00:30.84]You know what I'm sayin'?
[00:32.88]Every single day, man...Start shit, man
[00:39.18]I get lot a plex on these streets, baby...know what I'm sayin'?
[00:42.54]I'm lookin' at H-Town's North and the Southside doin' it.
[00:45.72]In P.A., you know what I'm sayin', in Port A, 'cause you know...
[00:48.45]Even the East coast and the West coast got the plex, man
[00:51.03]Man, y'all bettah keep yo' distance, man
[00:52.50]I'm tellin' you it's real.
[00:53.61]Bun B:
[00:54.36]My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button
[00:56.49]I ain't never ran this hot.
[00:58.11]Now you the number one b***h
[00:59.64]I wanna whoop the piss out.
[01:01.20]And this not a threat, bet that
[01:03.03]I ain't gonna let that slide,
[01:04.83]Gotta get that shit righ
[01:06.21]Want him dead by midnight.
[01:07.86]I followed him from his crib to the crack spot;
[01:10.20]I watched him go in and come back out
[01:12.06]I got ready to pull the Mac out.
[01:13.98]Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610,
[01:16.17]Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his d**k in.
[01:19.18]****, I seen a slab get stripped
[01:21.42]The discs, seats, and sound gone,
[01:22.98]And candy paint burnt to a crisp.
[01:25.74]These niggas gettin' hated o
[01:26.79]For the '84s that they skated on.
[01:29.07]Jackers in the dark alley waited on
[01:31.20]The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack
[01:33.18]Pistol to his back, took 4 ounces of crack,
[01:35.88]And a fat dozier sack.
[01:37.53]That's why I pack, my b***h
[01:38.97]That's why I pray, 'cause where I stay
[01:40.59]I got to carry my mother****ing gun every single day
[01:43.47]Chorus: (x4)
[01:43.65]Niggas wanna start shit in every wa
[01:45.75]That's why I carry my mother****ing gu
[02:02.94]Every single day.
[02:06.99]Pimp C:
[02:07.20]The p- l-e- x is crowdin' all my space;
[02:10.17]'Bout to pop this mother****er 'cause he standin' in my place
[02:13.17]He sellin' on my block,
[02:14.85]Jackin' from my boys,
[02:16.17]They comin' on our side throwin' down and talkin' noise.
[02:19.17]Now, I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid.
[02:22.20]He occupyin' his time tryin' to get boys for they Blades...
[02:25.38]Gettin' 'em for they Chevy 'Burbans.
[02:27.03]They jumpin' out a who doos
[02:28.20]Comin' down swingin', jumpin' out of candy blues,
[02:30.24]Talkin' 'bout give it up smooth.
[02:31.74]Baby boy, it's some hatin' goin' on in P.A.,
[02:34.71]Mostly over stanky b*****s, and who sold the most yay
[02:38.07]Niggas stuntin', pullin' pistols endin' up in the grave
[02:40.80]When I pull I always pop, that's why I'm livin' today.
[02:43.71]Girl-ass niggas causin' plex between friends
[02:45.96]And, when you bust on your boy,
[02:47.40]Don't neither one of y'all niggas win
[02:49.20]You end up killin' somebody that you ain't really ain't wanna kill
[02:52.05]Over a b***h-ass nigga that's showin' ho-type skills
[02:59.55]Chorus: (x4)
[03:01.23]Bun B:
[03:18.63]Comin' from the small town of madness
[03:20.85]Late night us all murd'rers
[03:22.26]Playa-hated, scandalous hoes, and 'Lac-drivin' slab hurters,
[03:25.68]Acted bad after 8.
[03:27.12]You can catch us on the late,
[03:28.62]Rollin' dice, blowin', and sippin' on the bar straight.
[03:31.65]We got the red drank, orange drank, purple drank
[03:34.44]Laughin' at these mark hoes
[03:35.85]That say they never heard a drank.
[03:37.38]Half-gallon Big Gulp, Big Red, big cup, drink mixed up,
[03:41.58]Blowin' sweets, and lightin' sticks up.
[03:43.62]Now, in my new world slow down I can see
[03:46.41]Niggas talkin' shi
[03:47.55]Tryin' to see if what they said got to me;
[03:49.68]But, hoe-wearin' type of skills say a lot to me.
[03:52.68]You just gon' **** around and get yourself shot to be, or not to be
[03:56.22]Mutha****as plot to see me crac
[03:58.11]Under pressure so they just impress a nigga to see me react
[04:01.65]These niggas try to stare me down like a scary clown
[04:04.65]Don't dare me, 'round
[04:05.64]Here we **** your game up like Larry Brown
[04:08.07]And, carry pounds a killer 'round like groceries,
[04:10.95]With a prescence that make you not
[04:12.39]Wanna stand close to me.
[04:13.83]Talkin' 'bout we supposed to be brothers
[04:16.14]Don't make me laugh, mother****ers, you chose to be
[04:19.50]On the side opposin' me.
[04:21.15]Don't matter what coast ya' be from
[04:22.86]Bun and C 'll light your world up explosively.
[05:13.56]Chorus: (x12)
作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
Bun B:
Man, all these mother****ing niggas out here...
Man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everytime I try to go somewhere
I got plex from these lil' sorry, punk, b***h, no good hatin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
Every single day, man...Start shit, man
I get lot a plex on these streets, baby...know what I'm sayin'?
I'm lookin' at H-Town's North and the Southside doin' it.
In P.A., you know what I'm sayin', in Port A, 'cause you know...
Even the East coast and the West coast got the plex, man
Man, y'all bettah keep yo' distance, man
I'm tellin' you it's real.
Bun B:
My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button
I ain't never ran this hot.
Now you the number one b***h
I wanna whoop the piss out.
And this not a threat, bet that
I ain't gonna let that slide,
Gotta get that shit righ
Want him dead by midnight.
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot;
I watched him go in and come back out
I got ready to pull the Mac out.
Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610,
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his d**k in.
****, I seen a slab get stripped
The discs, seats, and sound gone,
And candy paint burnt to a crisp.
These niggas gettin' hated o
For the '84s that they skated on.
Jackers in the dark alley waited on
The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack
Pistol to his back, took 4 ounces of crack,
And a fat dozier sack.
That's why I pack, my b***h
That's why I pray, 'cause where I stay
I got to carry my mother****ing gun every single day
Chorus: (x4)
Niggas wanna start shit in every wa
That's why I carry my mother****ing gu
Every single day.
Pimp C:
The p- l-e- x is crowdin' all my space;
'Bout to pop this mother****er 'cause he standin' in my place
He sellin' on my block,
Jackin' from my boys,
They comin' on our side throwin' down and talkin' noise.
Now, I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid.
He occupyin' his time tryin' to get boys for they Blades...
Gettin' 'em for they Chevy 'Burbans.
They jumpin' out a who doos
Comin' down swingin', jumpin' out of candy blues,
Talkin' 'bout give it up smooth.
Baby boy, it's some hatin' goin' on in P.A.,
Mostly over stanky b*****s, and who sold the most yay
Niggas stuntin', pullin' pistols endin' up in the grave
When I pull I always pop, that's why I'm livin' today.
Girl-ass niggas causin' plex between friends
And, when you bust on your boy,
Don't neither one of y'all niggas win
You end up killin' somebody that you ain't really ain't wanna kill
Over a b***h-ass nigga that's showin' ho-type skills
Chorus: (x4)
Bun B:
Comin' from the small town of madness
Late night us all murd'rers
Playa-hated, scandalous hoes, and 'Lac-drivin' slab hurters,
Acted bad after 8.
You can catch us on the late,
Rollin' dice, blowin', and sippin' on the bar straight.
We got the red drank, orange drank, purple drank
Laughin' at these mark hoes
That say they never heard a drank.
Half-gallon Big Gulp, Big Red, big cup, drink mixed up,
Blowin' sweets, and lightin' sticks up.
Now, in my new world slow down I can see
Niggas talkin' shi
Tryin' to see if what they said got to me;
But, hoe-wearin' type of skills say a lot to me.
You just gon' **** around and get yourself shot to be, or not to be
Mutha****as plot to see me crac
Under pressure so they just impress a nigga to see me react
These niggas try to stare me down like a scary clown
Don't dare me, 'round
Here we **** your game up like Larry Brown
And, carry pounds a killer 'round like groceries,
With a prescence that make you not
Wanna stand close to me.
Talkin' 'bout we supposed to be brothers
Don't make me laugh, mother****ers, you chose to be
On the side opposin' me.
Don't matter what coast ya' be from
Bun and C 'll light your world up explosively.
Chorus: (x12)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
[00:00.00] Bun B:
[00:22.11]Man, all these mother****ing niggas out here...
[00:24.03]Man, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:25.29]Everytime I try to go somewhere
[00:27.06]I got plex from these lil' sorry, punk, b***h, no good hatin'
[00:30.84]You know what I'm sayin'?
[00:32.88]Every single day, man...Start shit, man
[00:39.18]I get lot a plex on these streets, baby...know what I'm sayin'?
[00:42.54]I'm lookin' at H-Town's North and the Southside doin' it.
[00:45.72]In P.A., you know what I'm sayin', in Port A, 'cause you know...
[00:48.45]Even the East coast and the West coast got the plex, man
[00:51.03]Man, y'all bettah keep yo' distance, man
[00:52.50]I'm tellin' you it's real.
[00:53.61]Bun B:
[00:54.36]My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button
[00:56.49]I ain't never ran this hot.
[00:58.11]Now you the number one b***h
[00:59.64]I wanna whoop the piss out.
[01:01.20]And this not a threat, bet that
[01:03.03]I ain't gonna let that slide,
[01:04.83]Gotta get that shit righ
[01:06.21]Want him dead by midnight.
[01:07.86]I followed him from his crib to the crack spot;
[01:10.20]I watched him go in and come back out
[01:12.06]I got ready to pull the Mac out.
[01:13.98]Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610,
[01:16.17]Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his d**k in.
[01:19.18]****, I seen a slab get stripped
[01:21.42]The discs, seats, and sound gone,
[01:22.98]And candy paint burnt to a crisp.
[01:25.74]These niggas gettin' hated o
[01:26.79]For the '84s that they skated on.
[01:29.07]Jackers in the dark alley waited on
[01:31.20]The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack
[01:33.18]Pistol to his back, took 4 ounces of crack,
[01:35.88]And a fat dozier sack.
[01:37.53]That's why I pack, my b***h
[01:38.97]That's why I pray, 'cause where I stay
[01:40.59]I got to carry my mother****ing gun every single day
[01:43.47]Chorus: (x4)
[01:43.65]Niggas wanna start shit in every wa
[01:45.75]That's why I carry my mother****ing gu
[02:02.94]Every single day.
[02:06.99]Pimp C:
[02:07.20]The p- l-e- x is crowdin' all my space;
[02:10.17]'Bout to pop this mother****er 'cause he standin' in my place
[02:13.17]He sellin' on my block,
[02:14.85]Jackin' from my boys,
[02:16.17]They comin' on our side throwin' down and talkin' noise.
[02:19.17]Now, I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid.
[02:22.20]He occupyin' his time tryin' to get boys for they Blades...
[02:25.38]Gettin' 'em for they Chevy 'Burbans.
[02:27.03]They jumpin' out a who doos
[02:28.20]Comin' down swingin', jumpin' out of candy blues,
[02:30.24]Talkin' 'bout give it up smooth.
[02:31.74]Baby boy, it's some hatin' goin' on in P.A.,
[02:34.71]Mostly over stanky b*****s, and who sold the most yay
[02:38.07]Niggas stuntin', pullin' pistols endin' up in the grave
[02:40.80]When I pull I always pop, that's why I'm livin' today.
[02:43.71]Girl-ass niggas causin' plex between friends
[02:45.96]And, when you bust on your boy,
[02:47.40]Don't neither one of y'all niggas win
[02:49.20]You end up killin' somebody that you ain't really ain't wanna kill
[02:52.05]Over a b***h-ass nigga that's showin' ho-type skills
[02:59.55]Chorus: (x4)
[03:01.23]Bun B:
[03:18.63]Comin' from the small town of madness
[03:20.85]Late night us all murd'rers
[03:22.26]Playa-hated, scandalous hoes, and 'Lac-drivin' slab hurters,
[03:25.68]Acted bad after 8.
[03:27.12]You can catch us on the late,
[03:28.62]Rollin' dice, blowin', and sippin' on the bar straight.
[03:31.65]We got the red drank, orange drank, purple drank
[03:34.44]Laughin' at these mark hoes
[03:35.85]That say they never heard a drank.
[03:37.38]Half-gallon Big Gulp, Big Red, big cup, drink mixed up,
[03:41.58]Blowin' sweets, and lightin' sticks up.
[03:43.62]Now, in my new world slow down I can see
[03:46.41]Niggas talkin' shi
[03:47.55]Tryin' to see if what they said got to me;
[03:49.68]But, hoe-wearin' type of skills say a lot to me.
[03:52.68]You just gon' **** around and get yourself shot to be, or not to be
[03:56.22]Mutha****as plot to see me crac
[03:58.11]Under pressure so they just impress a nigga to see me react
[04:01.65]These niggas try to stare me down like a scary clown
[04:04.65]Don't dare me, 'round
[04:05.64]Here we **** your game up like Larry Brown
[04:08.07]And, carry pounds a killer 'round like groceries,
[04:10.95]With a prescence that make you not
[04:12.39]Wanna stand close to me.
[04:13.83]Talkin' 'bout we supposed to be brothers
[04:16.14]Don't make me laugh, mother****ers, you chose to be
[04:19.50]On the side opposin' me.
[04:21.15]Don't matter what coast ya' be from
[04:22.86]Bun and C 'll light your world up explosively.
[05:13.56]Chorus: (x12)