Nuthin’ But(Explicit) - CRU
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Nuthin’ But(Explicit)
歌手:CRU
所属专辑:Da Dirty 30
发行时间:1997-07-15
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Nuthin’ But(Explicit) - CRU 文本歌词
Aiyo I'm just lottin thru cuz I finished with that booty call
Green Acres more lot and Queens had it all
Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand
Rhythem Blunt Cru Black Rob in demand
Mic check one and the mic check two
Rhythem Blunt Cru runs thru you like the flu
F**k ya whole shop up and inside
Leave ya jaw to the floor eyes open wide
Loungin in my crib upon now in 12 floor
Lo-Lo wit the ham come knockin at my door
She sell glock shells by the sea shore
Payin for the guests on that big a*s boat
Yo kids I'm takin no shorts back and forth like a meter
Play it crazy ballin see ya park dark black Adidas
Art shines cuz I'm double Spanish honies say Roberto
F**k that I buck that b***h n***a from your borough
Well lyrical gats at the smalls of my back
In facts I pack extras up in my napsacks
Greenbacks let me layin back and relax
Gainin riches b***hes just by kickin the mere fact
N***a I can make ya speaker shake
Make ya break now ya upstate gettin raped
While I'm home makin hits
That smokin so much w**d that I start hearin s**t
InterludeYogi
Chadeeo
Aiyo f**k is that s**t yo
What
You hear that s**t
What
Don't f**k with me ya n***as hear that s**t
Ya n***as f**k with
Yo chill man take it
Rhythem Blunt Cru knockin at the door
Nothin but the rough ruggedhardcore
Jack call Yopes so I stay to bring the metal
To my job on 34th I got some beef with these devils
Automatic weapons f**k askin n***as questions
Leave them torn as the justice cypher born then we steppin
All rise parental discreation is advised
And be wise cuz one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic just like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter
A fight a fight a n***a and a white
If a n***a don't win we all jump in
Wanna be me but you can't see me
Cuz I don't rap like Michael Jackson those little wee-wees
Uck it bottom line top of the page
Loves to f**k a big body b***h like Rage
Runnin thru uptown like I don't got no sense
And Frederick K Price couldn't find no evidence
Yo I make the grade now I'm crazy paid
N***as watch me close like Muslims in the World Trade
Center represent the click in the city
Blowin up the spot like silicone titties
Try to defeat beat n***a ya dead wrong
Too head strong and got a 38 leg long
So f**k around lay around on the wet ground
By the tray pound and these sick n***as from uptown
Let me clear my throat now
Green Acres more lot and Queens had it all
Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand
Rhythem Blunt Cru Black Rob in demand
Mic check one and the mic check two
Rhythem Blunt Cru runs thru you like the flu
F**k ya whole shop up and inside
Leave ya jaw to the floor eyes open wide
Loungin in my crib upon now in 12 floor
Lo-Lo wit the ham come knockin at my door
She sell glock shells by the sea shore
Payin for the guests on that big a*s boat
Yo kids I'm takin no shorts back and forth like a meter
Play it crazy ballin see ya park dark black Adidas
Art shines cuz I'm double Spanish honies say Roberto
F**k that I buck that b***h n***a from your borough
Well lyrical gats at the smalls of my back
In facts I pack extras up in my napsacks
Greenbacks let me layin back and relax
Gainin riches b***hes just by kickin the mere fact
N***a I can make ya speaker shake
Make ya break now ya upstate gettin raped
While I'm home makin hits
That smokin so much w**d that I start hearin s**t
InterludeYogi
Chadeeo
Aiyo f**k is that s**t yo
What
You hear that s**t
What
Don't f**k with me ya n***as hear that s**t
Ya n***as f**k with
Yo chill man take it
Rhythem Blunt Cru knockin at the door
Nothin but the rough ruggedhardcore
Jack call Yopes so I stay to bring the metal
To my job on 34th I got some beef with these devils
Automatic weapons f**k askin n***as questions
Leave them torn as the justice cypher born then we steppin
All rise parental discreation is advised
And be wise cuz one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic just like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter
A fight a fight a n***a and a white
If a n***a don't win we all jump in
Wanna be me but you can't see me
Cuz I don't rap like Michael Jackson those little wee-wees
Uck it bottom line top of the page
Loves to f**k a big body b***h like Rage
Runnin thru uptown like I don't got no sense
And Frederick K Price couldn't find no evidence
Yo I make the grade now I'm crazy paid
N***as watch me close like Muslims in the World Trade
Center represent the click in the city
Blowin up the spot like silicone titties
Try to defeat beat n***a ya dead wrong
Too head strong and got a 38 leg long
So f**k around lay around on the wet ground
By the tray pound and these sick n***as from uptown
Let me clear my throat now
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