Fo'eva Blunted-Nine

[00:00.000] 作词 : D. Keyes/Rob Lewis [00:01.000] 作曲 : D. Keyes/Rob Lewis [00:24.24]There's death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red. [00:26.86]I'm forever blunted so I don't care. [00:28.93]Word to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader, [00:31.93]a follower's a dummy, he'll die alone with no ******' money; [00:34.82]All alone in his crib lookin' out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW, [00:39.14]playin' NINTENDO. [00:40.14]Jackin' off, ******t like that's not happenin', [00:42.76]hands are clappin, toes are tappin', ******s is rappin'! [00:45.55](Who the ****** are you?) Yo, I'm the Nine. Forever blunted, always hunted, [00:49.62]in my prime. [00:50.90]My skills have grown like a fungus to make Gs in the Hundreds, [00:54.28]as the tongue gets WICKED, I KICK IT. [00:56.34]On the Ave, with my ******s, passin' C-notes, [00:59.16]guzzlin' 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin' up mags, 5-0 patrols, [01:03.38]I'm still BLUNTED, still hunted, still don't know what the ****** he wanted. [01:06.81]Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bull******t stick in his grip tight, [01:10.39]I ain't in the mood tonight. [01:12.04]Forever stressin', make a ****** want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson... [01:15.01](Redrum!) No question. [01:17.36]That ******t be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart, [01:20.41]we ain't tin men, ******s got heart! [01:22.53]Like my ****** Noble and my ****** Troy, [01:24.66]strong, real brothers with ****** get 9-1-1 calls. [01:28.20]WHEN ******T HITS THE FAN, THERE I STAND WITH MY BLUNT AND MY GLOCK IN MY HAND, [01:31.85]WHAT'S THE PLAN? [01:32.92]We bum ru******n' all snakes and devils no matter their color, [01:36.10]we're the next generation of rebels. [01:38.33]Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll wind up toothless, [01:41.77]the wanted, forever blunted... [01:44.57](Banging on door, phone ringing) [01:45.91](Damn, man, who the ****** was that, man? ******s is bangin' on the door, ******' [01:50.55]game is on, ******' kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt [01:56.11]now!) [01:59.68]Check the flav, don't mi******ehave. [02:01.36]On my block, you'll get shot when you see the infrared dot, [02:03.90]and hear the glock pop, you'll drop like rain in mad pain, [02:06.98]when a ****** got nothin' to lose, a ****** goes insane. [02:09.87]Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN', some GAMBLIN', [02:12.74]as I see it, ******t beats panhandlin': [02:15.14]a quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you that's why we murder, [02:18.22]ya either fight for your right or you're ****** like Bertha. [02:20.88]It's SILLY, here comes the sequel: [02:23.08]you can get drunk as a skunk, but ******'s illegal. [02:25.92]I'm forever blunted anyway, I don't give a ****** what Uncle Sam say, [02:29.82]okay, let's parlay. [02:31.23]Ease on down the project block and make some noise, [02:33.86]wake up the neighborhood pumpin' beats, IT'S ALL GOOD. [02:36.50]Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again, [02:40.42]YOU KNOW THE MONKEY WRENCH. [02:41.94]******' up a ******'s fun is always ILLIN', [02:44.51]step the ****** off, Flat Foot, we CHILLIN'. [02:46.84]You don't live here anyway, take your ass back to Scarsdale, [02:50.43]before I hit you with this garbage pail. [02:52.50]Mad stress... thank God for the buddha bless, now it's off my chest. [02:57.32]Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted, [03:01.67]so I'm Fo 'Eva Blunted...