作词 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman 作曲 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman Aww, **** you Come up here then **** you Come up here then Aww, wow, big pussy You guys ready? Yo, yo, shut your bitch ass up, nigga
"**** you" to anyone that claim that they got me When my heart was low, it turn kami-kamikaze Attack, I'm taking back my gallery, I'm finna' spaz The truth is everything we need—can we agree with that?
The group is over without being on the album I'm back and ready, Ciaran had to bring it out me I love to hate, but these days, I'ma keep it classy Niggas made, I love to see them boys surpass me Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be You gotta' bring it if you getting on a track with me
This shit a classic, it ain't even been out a week The group that murder shit, boy, this that learn and destroy The label needed thirty-five minutes of music This the true shit; faggot nigga out in Houston
Doing whatever the **** I'm supposed to do And mosh pits at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued, man Crowds go loco, we lean into they amusement After shows, takin' photos with all the new fans I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver Through the loose and dark and spark kinda' movements Injectin' hope into a generation Of a lotta bunch of lonely mother****as' sick of waitin' We ain't takin' all the punches to the ****in' faces Just to let some **** niggas come around and say some fake shit My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle
[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman [00:00.017] 作曲 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman [00:00.034] Aww, **** you [00:00.883] Come up here then [00:01.525] **** you [00:02.074] Come up here then [00:04.929] Aww, wow, big pussy [00:11.946] You guys ready? [00:20.030] Yo, yo, shut your bitch ass up, nigga [00:21.723] [00:23.163] "**** you" to anyone that claim that they got me [00:25.564] When my heart was low, it turn kami-kamikaze [00:27.991] Attack, I'm taking back my gallery, I'm finna' spaz [00:30.333] The truth is everything we need—can we agree with that? [00:33.009] [00:33.156] The group is over without being on the album [00:35.665] I'm back and ready, Ciaran had to bring it out me [00:38.369] I love to hate, but these days, I'ma keep it classy [00:40.928] Niggas made, I love to see them boys surpass me [00:43.517] Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty [00:46.244] Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P [00:48.638] I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be [00:51.179] You gotta' bring it if you getting on a track with me [00:53.768] [00:53.915] This shit a classic, it ain't even been out a week [00:56.291] The group that murder shit, boy, this that learn and destroy [00:58.944] The label needed thirty-five minutes of music [01:01.870] This the true shit; faggot nigga out in Houston [01:08.075] [01:24.200] Doing whatever the **** I'm supposed to do [01:26.595] And mosh pits at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued, man [01:29.289] Crowds go loco, we lean into they amusement [01:31.894] After shows, takin' photos with all the new fans [01:34.393] I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver [01:36.924] Through the loose and dark and spark kinda' movements [01:39.520] Injectin' hope into a generation [01:41.809] Of a lotta bunch of lonely mother****as' sick of waitin' [01:44.260] We ain't takin' all the punches to the ****in' faces [01:46.830] Just to let some **** niggas come around and say some fake shit [01:49.727] My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle [01:52.059] Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle
