Jimmy s Apartment - Adrian Younge
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Jimmy s Apartment
歌手：Adrian Younge
所属专辑：Black Dynamite: Orig
作词：未知
作曲：未知
发行公司：Wax Poetics Records
发行时间：2009-10-20
语言：英语
大小：627.28 KB
时长：01:04秒
比特率：80K
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Jimmy s Apartment - Adrian Younge文本歌词
RZA - Creep
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
These streets that we maneuver through,
ain't nothing you familiar too
Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling
Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret
Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya
Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they shit on safety,
others keep they hammers cocked
Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole
And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)
Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way
A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K
And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.
When Track died, Mack cried
Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide
I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June
The city's full of Crips
AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach)
Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips
If any, not many, academic scholarships
Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission
With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton
Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription
Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions
Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing
Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence
The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions
Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out
Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out
In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck
Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business
All you suckas, get the scissors
You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland
I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman
Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman
You suckas is useless like old New York tokens
Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed
You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed
Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure
MC's tremble when they hear the name of us
Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me
King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy
Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy
Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow
Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo
It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down
Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
编辑于2009/10/20更新
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
These streets that we maneuver through,
ain't nothing you familiar too
Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling
Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret
Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya
Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they shit on safety,
others keep they hammers cocked
Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole
And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)
Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way
A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K
And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.
When Track died, Mack cried
Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide
I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June
The city's full of Crips
AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach)
Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips
If any, not many, academic scholarships
Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission
With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton
Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription
Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions
Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing
Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence
The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions
Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out
Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out
In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck
Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business
All you suckas, get the scissors
You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland
I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman
Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman
You suckas is useless like old New York tokens
Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed
You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed
Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure
MC's tremble when they hear the name of us
Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me
King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy
Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy
Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow
Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo
It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down
Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
编辑于2009/10/20更新
Jimmy s Apartment - Adrian YoungeLRC歌词
[ti:Creep] [ar:RZA] [al:Digi Snacks] [by: ] [00:02.00]RZA - Creep [00:03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:04.00]@ @ [04:40.63][01:20.60][00:19.60][00:05.00] [04:14.96][02:23.64][01:09.37][00:07.16]Creep, creep, creep [04:17.71][02:26.48][01:12.17][00:10.28]Catch them while they sleep [04:33.13][04:20.79][02:41.90][02:29.52][01:15.24][00:13.46]Empty every shell from your clip [04:36.28][04:24.21][02:45.00][02:32.62][01:18.91][00:16.46]Knock them off their feet [00:31.50]These streets that we maneuver through, [00:33.81]ain't nothing you familiar too [00:35.42]Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral [00:38.01]Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' [00:41.19]Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling [00:43.40]Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret [00:47.22]Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya [00:50.82]Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi [00:53.77]Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently [00:56.59]One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot [00:59.45]That's why some keep they shit on safety, [01:01.44]others keep they hammers cocked [01:03.35]Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole [01:05.97]And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul [01:21.45]Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day) [01:24.13]Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way [01:28.29]A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K [01:30.74]And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A. [01:33.82]When Track died, Mack cried [01:36.91]Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide [01:39.95]I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon [01:43.04]Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June [01:46.21]The city's full of Crips [01:48.78]AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) [01:53.13]Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips [01:55.62]If any, not many, academic scholarships [01:58.66]Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission [02:01.62]With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton [02:04.53]Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription [02:07.62]Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions [02:10.78]Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing [02:14.08]Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence [02:17.29]The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions [02:20.18]Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman [04:26.77][02:35.64]Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze [04:30.02][02:38.83]Make them Swiss cheese [02:47.66]You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out [02:51.08]Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out [02:54.25]Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out [02:57.23]Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out [03:00.29]In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck [03:03.41]Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck [03:06.53]Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business [03:10.45]All you suckas, get the scissors [03:12.83]You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland [03:15.92]I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman [03:19.07]Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman [03:22.04]You suckas is useless like old New York tokens [03:25.09]Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed [03:28.32]You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed [03:31.37]Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure [03:34.32]MC's tremble when they hear the name of us [03:37.42]Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys [03:40.55]The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee [03:43.60]No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me [03:46.74]King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy [03:49.93]Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy [03:53.05]Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me [03:56.21]Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow [03:59.46]Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo [04:02.22]It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments [04:05.66]Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment [04:08.29]It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down [04:11.71]Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound
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