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Eastside Westside - Tony Yayo.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bernard, Edwards, Parker
[00:00.63]This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
[00:03.15]This that rider shit (uh-huh)
[00:05.70]This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
[00:08.25]This that rider shit [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
[00:10.02]I got killers on the
[00:10.89]Eastside.. and killers on the
[00:13.41]Westside Down
[00:15.00]South niggas they feel me
[00:17.25]New York niggas wanna kill me
[00:19.23]CAUSE I'M
[00:19.71]A GANGSTER!
[00:20.31]I got killers on the
[00:21.12]Eastside.. and killers on the
[00:23.61]Westside Southside niggas they feel me
[00:27.45]New York niggas wanna kill me
[00:29.49]CAUSE I'M
[00:29.94]A RIDER! [Tony Yayo]
[00:30.45]I'm in that black
[00:31.14]Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
[00:33.24]I ride through your hood and
[00:34.41]I s*ine like
[00:35.13]Jesus These hoes be lovin you, pussyin a vehicle
[00:38.46]Picked her up in my
[00:39.66]BMW 760 in a
[00:42.24]Nautica color
[00:43.23]When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber
[00:45.66]Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
[00:48.21]Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top
[00:50.34]Lex Yo I'm rich so
[00:51.63]I move in layers, hits make new careers
[00:53.82]That's why your b***h on my d**k suckin pubic hairs
[00:56.37]My gat is ready, my mac is ready
[00:58.53]I got a three-five blow 'em like
[01:00.06]Tackleberry
[01:01.11]Yo I told y'all niggas we would take it to the top
[01:03.90]Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop
[01:06.45]Half a mill' deal
[01:07.47]I signed with
[01:08.10]Reebok Goin hardbody like a b***h i
[01:10.71]Comstock [Chorus] [Tony Yayo]
[01:31.32]Mr. Telephone
[01:33.00]Man, the feds is tappin my line
[01:36.42]Everytime
[01:36.96]I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
[01:41.46]Yo I got a
[01:42.12]Motorola,
[01:42.75]Sprint and
[01:43.29]NexTel The feds got a hit when
[01:45.24]I'm makin my next sale -
[01:46.56]I'm hot 645 drop fresh off the lot
[01:49.68]Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
[01:52.11]I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down
[01:54.96]Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
[01:57.48]One house had bricks, the other had shit
[01:59.82]And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 27 ki's, that's one point three-five
[02:05.07]I'm rich b***h, bu
[02:06.09]I still ride in that hoo-ride
[02:07.62]Gold-plated
[02:08.22]AK's, stupid guns
[02:10.17]Like Qusay and
[02:10.98]Usay *, Saddam's sons [Chorus]
文本歌词
作曲 : Bernard, Edwards, Parker
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit (uh-huh)
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit
I got killers on the
Eastside.. and killers on the
Westside Down
South niggas they feel me
New York niggas wanna kill me
CAUSE I'M
A GANGSTER!
I got killers on the
Eastside.. and killers on the
Westside Southside niggas they feel me
New York niggas wanna kill me
CAUSE I'M
A RIDER!
I'm in that black
Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and
I s*ine like
Jesus These hoes be lovin you, pussyin a vehicle
Picked her up in my
BMW 760 in a
Nautica color
When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber
Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top
Lex Yo I'm rich so
I move in layers, hits make new careers
That's why your b***h on my d**k suckin pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow 'em like
Tackleberry
Yo I told y'all niggas we would take it to the top
Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop
Half a mill' deal
I signed with
Reebok Goin hardbody like a b***h i
Comstock
Mr. Telephone
Man, the feds is tappin my line
Everytime
I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
Yo I got a
Motorola,
Sprint and
NexTel The feds got a hit when
I'm makin my next sale -
I'm hot 645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down
Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
One house had bricks, the other had shit
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 27 ki's, that's one point three-five
I'm rich b***h, bu
I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated
AK's, stupid guns
Like Qusay and
Usay *, Saddam's sons