[00:00.00] 作词 : Andrew Latimer
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Andrew Latimer
[00:10.28]So you say you a gangsta, riiight
[00:12.17]Are you really a rider, yeeaa
[00:15.04]You dont take shit from no one, nooo
[00:17.04]And got ya mind on ya mother****ing dough, lets go
[00:20.54]
[00:21.33]I'll be a South Side mother****er till i rot
[00:23.72]Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot
[00:26.28]Superman armor on the '69 drop
[00:29.11]0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
[00:31.71]I BLEW A BUCK & A QUARTER, just to get the feel
[00:34.47]SO my head lights move when i move the steering wheel
[00:36.79]I aint GUNNIN FOR nothing, its top dollar to chill
[00:39.41]I pop bottles for real, with pop artists appeal
[00:42.25]I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
[00:44.88]I aint tough for the tube, I'll smack yall for real
[00:47.41]Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a mother****er later
[00:50.04]Im hood like BULLETHOLES and pissy elevators
[00:52.72]I went from playin the same block to Bangkok
[00:55.37]So i can get money between raindrops
[00:58.06]And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week
[01:00.79]And get so much pussy i cant sleep
[01:03.11]
[01:03.68]Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
[01:07.91]So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick, GUN, OR THE BOTTLE
[01:13.55]If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
[01:18.52]As soon you get the paper you try it, a mother****er try me he wont see tomorrow
[01:24.18]
[01:24.51]I aint even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars, yep
[01:27.03]TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
[01:29.80]A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa
[01:32.38]White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
[01:35.25]Im a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
[01:38.35]I blow mother****ers the color of grass hopper
[01:40.89]I aint a regular mother****er
[01:42.67]All the promoters pay 100 OR more to bring ya boy to Singapore
[01:45.78]My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em
[01:48.97]Evisu's and Red Monkey's with the monkey on em
[01:51.41]Shelves'll leave a mother****ers food stamps blue
[01:53.73]Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
[01:56.24]We dont tolerate the mother****er-blockin out the bricks
[01:58.93]We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
[02:01.88]Watch ya mouth mother****er, there's rocks poppin out the wrists
[02:04.57]And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks
[02:06.66]
[02:07.04]Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
[02:11.34]So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick, GUN, OR THE BOTTLE
[02:16.86]If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
[02:22.08]As soon you get the paper you try it, a mother****er try me he wont see tomorrow
[02:27.69]
[02:28.25]A mother****er throw his hands up at me, i send a dummy harmed
[02:31.17]And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
[02:33.88]Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
[02:36.47]I got a chunky arm, Im a mother****ing Don
[02:39.14]I burn big everyday, nothing but the BOMB
[02:41.66]I dont cuddle, as soon as i get the nut im gone
[02:44.06]Im in a class all by myself
[02:46.92]I'll whoop ya ass all by myself
[02:48.95]I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
[02:50.87]Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
[02:54.74]I been patiently waiting to get on my mother****ing again
[02:57.20]So this is for the corner they cornered a mother****er in
[03:01.11]I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya
[03:03.11]And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
[03:05.37]**** you stupid ridin by tryna blast me
[03:08.07]Cuz my WINDOWS got the glass from a taxi
[03:10.35]
[03:10.76]Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
[03:14.53]So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick, GUN, OR THE BOTTLE
[03:20.40]If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
[03:25.03]As soon you get the paper you try it, a mother****er try me he wont see tomorrow

作词 : Andrew Latimer
作曲 : Andrew Latimer
So you say you a gangsta, riiight
Are you really a rider, yeeaa
You dont take shit from no one, nooo
And got ya mind on ya mother****ing dough, lets go
I'll be a South Side mother****er till i rot
Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the '69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I BLEW A BUCK & A QUARTER, just to get the feel
SO my head lights move when i move the steering wheel
I aint GUNNIN FOR nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists appeal
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I aint tough for the tube, I'll smack yall for real
Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a mother****er later
Im hood like BULLETHOLES and pissy elevators
I went from playin the same block to Bangkok
So i can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy i cant sleep
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick, GUN, OR THE BOTTLE
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a mother****er try me he wont see tomorrow
I aint even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa
White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
Im a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow mother****ers the color of grass hopper
I aint a regular mother****er
All the promoters pay 100 OR more to bring ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em
Evisu's and Red Monkey's with the monkey on em
Shelves'll leave a mother****ers food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We dont tolerate the mother****er-blockin out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth mother****er, there's rocks poppin out the wrists
And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick, GUN, OR THE BOTTLE
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a mother****er try me he wont see tomorrow
A mother****er throw his hands up at me, i send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, Im a mother****ing Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the BOMB
I dont cuddle, as soon as i get the nut im gone
Im in a class all by myself
I'll whoop ya ass all by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my mother****ing again
So this is for the corner they cornered a mother****er in
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
**** you stupid ridin by tryna blast me
Cuz my WINDOWS got the glass from a taxi
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick, GUN, OR THE BOTTLE
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a mother****er try me he wont see tomorrow