作曲 : Goodwin, Quik, Smith
Whats the deal
Whats up with a b***h, Eightball up in dis her
Fa real
Historic hits, ********** like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real mother****ers see what ya got lil' gir
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck mother****ers like tha
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketshit, sittin' on some chrome 20'
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my mother****ers so official with i
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out mother****ers don't be scared to bus
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a mother****er trippin we gone make them heater
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a mother****er was the wors
You can't **** with the on
Mother****ers take ya foot out ya mout
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with shit seed
The mother****er with the most of di
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the mother****ing, Broke the mother****in
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a mother****er smackin' hoe
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the mother****e
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of mother****ers be claimin' to pim
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a mother****er be talkin' abou
But when a mother****er tell a mother****er to spend some mone
The mother****as still be walkin 'em ou
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this **********t
MJG equipped for this **********t
Ain't no mother****ers in here found tim
Fake ass mother****ers is scared of my rhym
Pimp tight, break a mother****er quic
Futuristic mother****ers take shi
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' mother****ers ain't no jok
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff tha
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got ***) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a mother****er a minute let me clean the slat
No, I ain't have sex with ya wif
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Mother****er, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounc
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作曲 : Goodwin, Quik, Smith
Whats the deal
Whats up with a b***h, Eightball up in dis her
Fa real
Historic hits, ********** like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real mother****ers see what ya got lil' gir
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck mother****ers like tha
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketshit, sittin' on some chrome 20'
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my mother****ers so official with i
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out mother****ers don't be scared to bus
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightball]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a mother****er trippin we gone make them heater
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a mother****er was the wors
You can't **** with the on
Mother****ers take ya foot out ya mout
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with shit seed
The mother****er with the most of di
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the mother****ing, Broke the mother****in
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a mother****er smackin' hoe
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the mother****e
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of mother****ers be claimin' to pim
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a mother****er be talkin' abou
But when a mother****er tell a mother****er to spend some mone
The mother****as still be walkin 'em ou
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this **********t
MJG equipped for this **********t
Ain't no mother****ers in here found tim
Fake ass mother****ers is scared of my rhym
Pimp tight, break a mother****er quic
Futuristic mother****ers take shi
[Chorus 2x]
[DJ Quik]
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' mother****ers ain't no jok
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff tha
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got ***) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a mother****er a minute let me clean the slat
No, I ain't have sex with ya wif
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Mother****er, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounc
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
[Chorus 2x]
📝
纯歌词版本
作曲 : Goodwin, Quik, Smith
Whats the deal
Whats up with a b***h, Eightball up in dis her
Fa real
Historic hits, ********** like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real mother****ers see what ya got lil' gir
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck mother****ers like tha
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketshit, sittin' on some chrome 20'
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my mother****ers so official with i
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out mother****ers don't be scared to bus
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a mother****er trippin we gone make them heater
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a mother****er was the wors
You can't **** with the on
Mother****ers take ya foot out ya mout
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with shit seed
The mother****er with the most of di
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the mother****ing, Broke the mother****in
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a mother****er smackin' hoe
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the mother****e
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of mother****ers be claimin' to pim
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a mother****er be talkin' abou
But when a mother****er tell a mother****er to spend some mone
The mother****as still be walkin 'em ou
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this **********t
MJG equipped for this **********t
Ain't no mother****ers in here found tim
Fake ass mother****ers is scared of my rhym
Pimp tight, break a mother****er quic
Futuristic mother****ers take shi
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' mother****ers ain't no jok
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff tha
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got ***) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a mother****er a minute let me clean the slat
No, I ain't have sex with ya wif
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Mother****er, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounc
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作曲 : Goodwin, Quik, Smith
Whats the deal
Whats up with a b***h, Eightball up in dis her
Fa real
Historic hits, ********** like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real mother****ers see what ya got lil' gir
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck mother****ers like tha
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketshit, sittin' on some chrome 20'
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my mother****ers so official with i
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out mother****ers don't be scared to bus
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightball]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a mother****er trippin we gone make them heater
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a mother****er was the wors
You can't **** with the on
Mother****ers take ya foot out ya mout
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with shit seed
The mother****er with the most of di
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the mother****ing, Broke the mother****in
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a mother****er smackin' hoe
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the mother****e
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of mother****ers be claimin' to pim
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a mother****er be talkin' abou
But when a mother****er tell a mother****er to spend some mone
The mother****as still be walkin 'em ou
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this **********t
MJG equipped for this **********t
Ain't no mother****ers in here found tim
Fake ass mother****ers is scared of my rhym
Pimp tight, break a mother****er quic
Futuristic mother****ers take shi
[Chorus 2x]
[DJ Quik]
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' mother****ers ain't no jok
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff tha
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got ***) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a mother****er a minute let me clean the slat
No, I ain't have sex with ya wif
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Mother****er, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounc
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
[Chorus 2x]