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Whutcha Want? - Nine

Whutcha Want? 文本歌词

I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't
So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back
Sit fat and relax and plan my attack
Not the one to test I posess mad finesse
My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest
Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps
On the New York streets hittin urban concrete
I'm the man untestable with the extraterrestrial flow
Fo'-fifty-fix celo pop the top off the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow I'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I react to the bulls**t
So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ
And save the confessions for JEESuz
Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow
Eff it the sun will still come out tomorrow
Long as I'm breathing needing even like Steven
Achieving gettin some cheese and
Representin lovely Boogie Down Bronx major
With the project flavor I made ya daze ya
My behavior is mad ill if you front
You know what I want!
(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse
And my name up in lights N-I-N-E
I'ma let you know how I feel on the real
I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is
Hits the bricks skips the dog s**t complete in my cipher
Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper hyper like a viper
I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular
Stretch you like a copper
Stoppah stoppah but you can't stop me
Just clock me just watch me blow up the spot G
Came a long way from back in the day
We did it for no pay just rhymin hit the hay and
Sleep wake up write another rhyme
Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time
That's when s**t was real no phonies no baloney
Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel
Backup from the roof amp plugged in the street light
Everything right jam over a street fight
Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad
Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad
Had no dinero enough get fo' chicken wings and rice
A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
And now I might make a million and still son
It makes the heart pump you know what I want
(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse
And my name up in lights N-I-N-E
Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht
Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop
Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser
The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya
Hundred pound weight around the neck daily
Nuff treasons nuff reasons like Philip Bailey
Can't get enough of that funky stuff
Rhymin astronomical original s**t is phenomenal
Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal
Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya
Right off the pape I roll a big fat spliff
Four-fifth on the hip Heineken in the grip s**t I'm ready
Get the keys for the jeep let's bounce
Cruise avenues get some brews and sing the blues with the
Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck
Oh what a feeling I'm on the wheels of steel and
I snatch up some skins for some ***ual healing
Erything's kosher copasctetic groovy hip-hop moves me
Soothes me I'm letting off like an uzi
But first steps a doozy and bruise me
Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy
I wanna get big get paid true stunt
You know what I want!
(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse
And my name up in lights N-I-N-E

Whutcha Want? LRC歌词


[00:19.33]I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't

[00:22.11]So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't

[00:24.49]Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back

[00:27.12]Sit fat and relax and plan my attack

[00:29.59]Not the one to test I posess mad finesse

[00:32.00]My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest

[00:34.49]Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps

[00:36.96]On the New York streets hittin urban concrete

[00:39.47]I'm the man untestable with the extraterrestrial flow

[00:43.46]Fo'-fifty-fix celo pop the top off the forty ounce bottle

[00:46.94]I'm not the one to follow I'm not the role model

[00:49.51]Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock

[00:51.85]Only spits when I react to the bulls**t

[00:54.27]So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ

[00:57.09]And save the confessions for JEESuz

[00:59.58]Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow

[01:01.98]Eff it the sun will still come out tomorrow

[01:04.35]Long as I'm breathing needing even like Steven

[01:07.61]Achieving gettin some cheese and

[01:10.16]Representin lovely Boogie Down Bronx major

[01:11.82]With the project flavor I made ya daze ya

[01:14.54]My behavior is mad ill if you front

[01:16.73]You know what I want!

[01:18.66](Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes

[01:21.53](So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines

[01:23.96](So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse

[01:26.35]And my name up in lights N-I-N-E

[01:28.96]I'ma let you know how I feel on the real

[01:31.39]I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is

[01:34.18]Hits the bricks skips the dog s**t complete in my cipher

[01:36.29]Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper hyper like a viper

[01:38.90]I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular

[01:41.45]Stretch you like a copper

[01:43.43]Stoppah stoppah but you can't stop me

[01:45.89]Just clock me just watch me blow up the spot G

[01:49.04]Came a long way from back in the day

[01:51.22]We did it for no pay just rhymin hit the hay and

[01:53.83]Sleep wake up write another rhyme

[01:56.12]Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time

[01:58.64]That's when s**t was real no phonies no baloney

[02:01.79]Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel

[02:03.78]Backup from the roof amp plugged in the street light

[02:06.26]Everything right jam over a street fight

[02:08.76]Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad

[02:10.82]Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad

[02:12.42]Had no dinero enough get fo' chicken wings and rice

[02:16.04]A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice

[02:18.46]And now I might make a million and still son

[02:21.15]It makes the heart pump you know what I want

[02:23.17](Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes

[02:25.82](So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines

[02:28.22](So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse

[02:30.84]And my name up in lights N-I-N-E

[02:48.04]Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht

[02:50.49]Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop

[02:52.91]Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser

[02:55.41]The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya

[02:58.05]Hundred pound weight around the neck daily

[03:00.41]Nuff treasons nuff reasons like Philip Bailey

[03:02.73]Can't get enough of that funky stuff

[03:05.22]Rhymin astronomical original s**t is phenomenal

[03:07.75]Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal

[03:10.25]Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya

[03:12.78]Right off the pape I roll a big fat spliff

[03:15.21]Four-fifth on the hip Heineken in the grip s**t I'm ready

[03:17.78]Get the keys for the jeep let's bounce

[03:20.44]Cruise avenues get some brews and sing the blues with the

[03:22.97]Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck

[03:25.11]I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck

[03:27.78]Oh what a feeling I'm on the wheels of steel and

[03:30.25]I snatch up some skins for some ***ual healing

[03:32.60]Erything's kosher copasctetic groovy hip-hop moves me

[03:35.31]Soothes me I'm letting off like an uzi

[03:38.30]But first steps a doozy and bruise me

[03:40.36]Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy

[03:42.53]I wanna get big get paid true stunt

[03:45.06]You know what I want!

[03:47.45](Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rhymes

[03:49.83](So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines

[03:52.21](So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse

[03:54.68]And my name up in lights N-I-N-E

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