作曲 : James Brown/James Todd Smith/Jean Claude "Poke" Olivier/Jean Claude Olivier/Lyn Collins Blaze this one, word up I'ma blaze this one No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it! Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it! I'm uncle L, check it, check it, check it! The track masters, check it, check it, check it! Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it! All my ****** now, check it, check it, check it! Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean? Word up, check it I shot yaI'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth gotcha I drop ya down in boilin' acid Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic Violations, room vibrations, son C**k the hammer let the uncle give em one Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic Puttin' hits on your clique, gotcha wife in turnin' tricks What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin' Now watch 'cos I c**k ya love, ya girlies fallin' Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection Blazin' ******, hittin' em raw with no protection I take advantage Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage Ya hear me The whole scenario is dreary MC's is gettin' wet up in the game I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot ya!(Uhh) I got ya strap to the stagin' Trapped in a cagin', toe kissin' a CajunYa Mob's locked down underneath the surface Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' s*it with no purpose Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama What goes around comes around, not around farmers Silence, shh, very deadly Come and battle, let me add you to my medley Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past? Baby boys reminiscin' old school s*it Young fools get ******, LL rules the s*it With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character Ya get serious Real ****** recognize what my theory is I shot yaYa wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot ya!(Uhh) Word up, I'ma lace this s*it crazy, y'nahmean? Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid No doubt about it Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda LearyYa clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me Oh really, now tell me how long have you been runnin'? Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin' I love your joint rock the bells, it was mad hot Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot My girl was on your chip when you flipped I need love Your backseat count set was mad butter, son I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies And you had me screamin' mama said knock ya out Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt Uh, talk to me become a zombie, walk to me(What, what, uhh, uhh) Ain't a MC alive who fought with me Y'nahmean? Man, rock it Easy does it I gotta pluck it like buzzards I shot yaYa wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(What, what, what, what, what)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh)(Uh, what?) Ya wanna(Uhh)(Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin' down for crizzown) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(No dignity, y'knowi'msayin?)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Track masters lace me, y'knowi'msayin')(And I take care of mines, y'knowimean?)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)(That's it son)(Peace)
作曲 : James Brown/James Todd Smith/Jean Claude "Poke" Olivier/Jean Claude Olivier/Lyn Collins Blaze this one, word up I'ma blaze this one No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it! Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it! I'm uncle L, check it, check it, check it! The track masters, check it, check it, check it! Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it! All my ****** now, check it, check it, check it! Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean? Word up, check it I shot yaI'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth gotcha I drop ya down in boilin' acid Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic Violations, room vibrations, son C**k the hammer let the uncle give em one Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic Puttin' hits on your clique, gotcha wife in turnin' tricks What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin' Now watch 'cos I c**k ya love, ya girlies fallin' Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection Blazin' ******, hittin' em raw with no protection I take advantage Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage Ya hear me The whole scenario is dreary MC's is gettin' wet up in the game I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot ya!(Uhh) I got ya strap to the stagin' Trapped in a cagin', toe kissin' a CajunYa Mob's locked down underneath the surface Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' s*it with no purpose Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama What goes around comes around, not around farmers Silence, shh, very deadly Come and battle, let me add you to my medley Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past? Baby boys reminiscin' old school s*it Young fools get ******, LL rules the s*it With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character Ya get serious Real ****** recognize what my theory is I shot yaYa wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot ya!(Uhh) Word up, I'ma lace this s*it crazy, y'nahmean? Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid No doubt about it Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda LearyYa clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me Oh really, now tell me how long have you been runnin'? Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin' I love your joint rock the bells, it was mad hot Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot My girl was on your chip when you flipped I need love Your backseat count set was mad butter, son I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies And you had me screamin' mama said knock ya out Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt Uh, talk to me become a zombie, walk to me(What, what, uhh, uhh) Ain't a MC alive who fought with me Y'nahmean? Man, rock it Easy does it I gotta pluck it like buzzards I shot yaYa wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(What, what, what, what, what)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh)(Uh, what?) Ya wanna(Uhh)(Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin' down for crizzown) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(No dignity, y'knowi'msayin?)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna(Yeah) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Track masters lace me, y'knowi'msayin')(And I take care of mines, y'knowimean?)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna(Uhh) Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh) Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)(That's it son)(Peace)
