Ric Martel-Westside Gunn/Roc Marciano

[00:00.000] 作词 : Westside Gunn/Roc Marciano [00:03.937][Intro: Westside Gunn] [00:04.437]Grr [00:04.954] [00:05.706][Verse 1: Westside Gunn] [00:07.944]Ayo, George Condo's in the condo [00:13.407]I can cook coke with my eyes closed [00:17.900]The Beamer grill Ron English (skr) [00:20.666]Whole brick for 28, look like we bleached it [00:25.408]Leather strings in the Tinkers [00:29.152]A wig rocking the weight [00:31.645]We shot him out the gate, the chopper got no breaks [00:36.597]Park inside the shake, Rose Vucheron with the pink face [00:41.094]Standing on the couch with the pink gates [00:45.036]The *****es love the neck drip [00:46.548]Clip and the TEC flip (grr) my shooter only sniff the best shit (grr) [00:50.290]Put the brains out for the extras (boom boom boom boom boom) [00:53.547]TEC wrapped in the Hermes handkerchief [00:56.030]Excuse a nigga excellence [00:57.785] [00:58.288][Break: Roc Marciano] [00:58.539]Alright, nigga, **** that [01:00.003]Kill his ass, nigga [01:00.257] [01:00.502][Verse 2: Roc Marciano] [01:00.749]Well, if you must know, bucko (if you must know) [01:02.454]I bust the pump, slugs stuck in your stucco [01:05.463]Shells all in your home and humble abode [01:08.456]Uh-oh, we all know opinions is like buttholes (waxed) [01:11.205]On another note, I stay clean while the mud was thrown [01:15.459]Thought I was low, my cover was blown (you say) [01:17.953]Like a note on the old trombone [01:20.716]Don't make me rub your nose, the funds I hold [01:22.960]I count so much dough up, my thumbs are swole (shit) [01:25.700]Stole the summers, drove road runners [01:27.708]Keep the TEC, might heat one half of the Cocoa Brothers (what up, Tek) [01:30.455]My leather coat feel like cocoa butter (yeah) [01:32.714]This is culture, my folks was smoking butter (wow) [01:35.706]The pole come with a muffler (facts) [01:37.458]I send them hoes back to you broken, roughed up [01:40.454]Pistol whipped your dog and broke the gun [01:42.708]Spoke in tongues just like I said too much [01:44.711]The buns was dark, shit ain't no bubblegum [01:47.457]They never seen us coming like a sucker punch [01:50.208]Uh, I got the game and the fiends (smoke 'em out) [01:53.955]These ain't Supreme, these sneakers 80 Gs [01:57.217]Baby please (baby please) please get off my ****, baby