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Call It What U Want
作詞:Peter Bishop, Ron Brooks, George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Arthur Goodman, Kevin Gulley, Gregory F Hutchison, Dwayne Mcknight, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Bernard G Worrell
You've now entered the quest to the black triangle Now, you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha Yes, it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it It still comes out black, see, it's just a hair trim So, you can call it what you want
Now, I clown around, when I hang around, with the underground But, when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' ya And, if you're a hoe, then I'll be knockin' ya, baby why not You shouldn't jock me 'cause, I'm popular
The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia 2 Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk I'm bumpin' G Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me? Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me, see ya That's why, I love to go on tour G Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty, so you can call it what you want Just pass the blunt and kick it Money Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp 'em While y'all chillin' in Tokyo
Check it as I choke a slow poke rapper, capped his ass faster Than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it I got new clips so trip but it's okay to get your crew
'Cause ooh' I'll send your team to the showers They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper But you'll call me the Indo when I chop ya with the shopper Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger I blow you to bits and I be gettin' a kick Out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security I smoke a Spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand And cast a hellafied spell, you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman, he'll sigh and reply 'You shoulda stayed in the house' 'Cause, Mon is gonna rain on their parades Now, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat And don't let him go, til he holla, holla billygoat
Now Money, Money, Money B, once said to me '187 why you wanna be a G?' Well, I like to clock big G's And hang out all night and never worry bout a bitch 'Cause she can't tell me shit 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Plus, Money, Money is a pimp thang, what? 'Cause, see, if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin' the same
So, don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa 'Cause, when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer Now peep this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep, the only customers Gettin' served in the house, is the pussy I freak
They wanna pop that ying yang I tell em, 'Sit down, shut up, bitch, and let me kick game' y'know 'Cause, hoes always be sayin' they got it goin' on but if they wanna Get with a nigga like me, they gotta pay a fee
I am not the No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps Yo, come take a sip of the psycho, mega Pimpsome, hoesta, must be a playa
Now hold up, wait a second Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo It's like I'm high on a Ragamuffin Spliff Me, the dope sound, what a man, the myth, come
Mon, they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year So I post on 'em, then I coast on 'em No I never, never, never had a murder rap And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be So I pass the joint, to my man K M G Well, you can call it what you want, but if you don't I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a Macadamia Nut
Ah, say what you want? I'm workin' for a cha oh Well alright, you little silly ass hoe Now, when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the down stroke 'Cause you skeez in, 'cause you broke So toast them hoes, like I said before I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
'Cause, cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house Like, bam, and I'm like, damn, now, my niggaz done labeled me The dangerous neighborhood nastyman, 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning, I only give ya five pushes I'll be out by your garage, awaitin', behind the bushes Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see Like a true hoe, gigolo should be
See, I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers Especially, when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp, but I don't So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want
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