[00:00.000] 作词 : Jonathan Buice/Dwayne Carter/Mario K Jefferson/Darius Ginn Jr
[00:00.058] 作曲 : Jonathan Buice/Dwayne Carter/Mario K Jefferson/Darius Ginn Jr
[00:00.117]
[00:11.611]Welcome to the funeral, yeah
[00:17.202]Closed casket as usual
[00:23.157]Yeah, welcome to the funeral
[00:26.397]The quietest things in musicals
[00:29.192]Kumbaya is beautiful
[00:32.117]I bust in with that uzi though
[00:34.913]And they look like they saw Lucifer
[00:40.868]Welcome to the funeral
[00:43.690]We not welcome, we intruded though
[00:46.459]You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke
[00:52.806]Thats just inexcusable
[00:55.575]Welcome to the funeral, where we from we ruin them
[00:58.762]Been to quite a few of them
[01:01.192]The reverend talk, we boo'in him
[01:04.170]We throw up the Piru at them
[01:07.174]Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
[01:10.570]Soul snatching as usual
[01:12.424]Amen, hallelujah though
[01:13.940]Whole family delusional
[01:15.794]N!ggas crying like two year olds
[01:17.466]****in' holes come through the doors
[01:19.033]I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
[01:20.705]Damn, welcome to your funeral
[01:22.926]Everybody knew you bro
[01:24.467]Ain't nobody shooting though
[01:26.295]Gotta die to see who you know
[01:27.628]Damn welcome to the funeral
[01:29.744]Where we from we ruin them
[01:31.389]The preacher preach we shooting them
[01:33.166]Now we need one for you and him
[01:34.890]That's why they should cremate ya
[01:36.353]Hope when you die they commemorate you
[01:38.024]Life is a movie and it's in theaters
[01:39.775]Some of y'alls already went to cable
[01:41.577]These shots from a far you could get a facial
[01:43.275]Black gun chrome gun, interracial
[01:45.077]Weed so strong, need ventilation
[01:46.749]Funeral home need renovation
[01:48.264]I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation
[01:50.067]N!gga when you died, did your b!tch a favor
[01:52.078]N!gga we gonna mob like the Genovese's
[01:53.907]N!gga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
[01:55.579]Drive bys in a winnebago
[01:56.702]Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head
[01:59.889]I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo
[02:02.292]Thats tomato sauce, Heinz 57
[02:03.938]Catch a n!gga, you behind, where I left you
[02:05.819]I hate your b!tch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins, uncles, aunts, and your nephews
[02:09.737]Shoot a nigga in the face, closed casket
[02:11.696]Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastard
[02:13.394]Tears running down a b!tch face, romantic
[02:15.171]Two straps, I'm up at the Oboe Jacksons
[02:17.887]In his face, closed casket
[02:18.645]Send him on the highway to heaven no traffic
[02:20.421]My lil n!gga just caught a body, he ecstatic
[02:22.197]He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted
[02:24.026]Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
[02:27.605]Whole family delusional
[02:29.277]Amen hallelujah though
[02:31.079]Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful
[02:34.527]I bust in with the uzi though
[02:36.225]They look like they saw Lucifer
[02:37.923]Yeah, welcome to the funeral everybody knew your bro
[02:41.606]Ain't nobody shoot him though
[02:43.200]Thats just inexcusable
[02:45.028]Welcome to the funeral
[02:46.857]Where we from we ruin them
[02:48.607]Been to quite a few of them
[02:50.279]A n!gga got immune of them
[02:52.029]Shoot a nigga in the face, closed casket
[02:54.302]Huh, huh, bop
[02:55.582]Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
[02:57.306]Goddamn, drive bys in a winnebago
[03:00.180]Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head
[03:03.027]I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo
[03:07.468]In other words, a n!gga did
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作词 : Jonathan Buice/Dwayne Carter/Mario K Jefferson/Darius Ginn Jr
作曲 : Jonathan Buice/Dwayne Carter/Mario K Jefferson/Darius Ginn Jr
Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The quietest things in musicals
Kumbaya is beautiful
I bust in with that uzi though
And they look like they saw Lucifer
Welcome to the funeral
We not welcome, we intruded though
You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke
Thats just inexcusable
Welcome to the funeral, where we from we ruin them
Been to quite a few of them
The reverend talk, we boo'in him
We throw up the Piru at them
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Soul snatching as usual
Amen, hallelujah though
Whole family delusional
N!ggas crying like two year olds
****in' holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
Everybody knew you bro
Ain't nobody shooting though
Gotta die to see who you know
Damn welcome to the funeral
Where we from we ruin them
The preacher preach we shooting them
Now we need one for you and him
That's why they should cremate ya
Hope when you die they commemorate you
Life is a movie and it's in theaters
Some of y'alls already went to cable
These shots from a far you could get a facial
Black gun chrome gun, interracial
Weed so strong, need ventilation
Funeral home need renovation
I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation
N!gga when you died, did your b!tch a favor
N!gga we gonna mob like the Genovese's
N!gga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive bys in a winnebago
Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head
I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo
Thats tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch a n!gga, you behind, where I left you
I hate your b!tch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins, uncles, aunts, and your nephews
Shoot a nigga in the face, closed casket
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastard
Tears running down a b!tch face, romantic
Two straps, I'm up at the Oboe Jacksons
In his face, closed casket
Send him on the highway to heaven no traffic
My lil n!gga just caught a body, he ecstatic
He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Whole family delusional
Amen hallelujah though
Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with the uzi though
They look like they saw Lucifer
Yeah, welcome to the funeral everybody knew your bro
Ain't nobody shoot him though
Thats just inexcusable
Welcome to the funeral
Where we from we ruin them
Been to quite a few of them
A n!gga got immune of them
Shoot a nigga in the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a winnebago
Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head
I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo
In other words, a n!gga did