Quasi O G - shyne
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Quasi O G
歌手:shyne
所属专辑:Godfather Buried Alive
发行时间:2004-01-01
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Quasi O G - shyne 文本歌词
No no no more troubles No more troubles
We ain't the problem ni**a
We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble
I ain't the problem
Solve me, if I am ever solved motherf**kers
Solve the sh*t
I insist I ain't goin' nowhere
It's too this It's too dogg It's too valid yea yea
See what the f**k happens when the CIA conspired?
Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow
Man, black people don't own no ports or boats
So tell me how the f**k we gettin' all this coke?
Offa knowledge I choke
Spitting up truths hopin'
The young youth a soldier hear me dearly
GW Bush fear me
They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs
Hopin' we just keep killin', shootin' each other with slugs
Look up above and pray to god he protect me
From these cold jurors and the heartless judge
Imagine, grow'n up and never have'n;
Faggot a**pops actin like you never happened
F**ked up!
Watching the tears stream down yo mammas cheek
She helpless in the kitchen looking for eats
Peace!
Yea ni**a, I'm here what the f**k y'all gonna do about it?huh?
Do somethin' about me
Call my source, ya hear me?feel me?
Stop talkin' bout stop talkin' bout how f**ked up I am
Get me right, save me ni**a, huh?
I'm a snort away from an overdose
A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope
I never asked to be here In this maze to an early grave
Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales
Trying to post bond on this oversized bail
How dare ya'all point the finger at me
'Cause i'm a straight g ain't that what it's supposed to be?
Sh*t I'm just following the tradition of ?Joe Kenny?
Bootlegging ties with the mob n sh*t
Capitalism money and power
Catch me in the trump tower with a honey and powder
My lifes slippin from me, y'all niggas is funny
Tell me shyne po, he can't get that money
F**k!Am I supposed to do, ni**a starve and go hungry?
Right!
I'm here We here Ain't goin' nowhere
Problems is startin' to happen
And we was at fault?
Ni**a this sh*t has been goin' on ni**a
300 years motherf**kers
Shh,
Close ya eyes,listen hear my heart beatin'?
Po's racing, I can't take it
The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it
Only god knows if I make it
Walking through the depths of hell
It's hard for me to smile
When I'm innocent and still, I'm facing trial
God!Save me
Secret societies manipulating the dumb def and blind
And yet they want to blame it on shyne
Like I'm responsible for the countries murder rate
Responsible for babies born high off base
This shits is bigger than me, I told y'all I'm just a pawn
So is Boy George sippin' Nick Bawns
I hope my babies havin' babies pushin' rhymes
It's a brighter day if you just let it beyond
To my moms I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
Your baby boys dying of a broken heart
Got ties to my own blood walking to the eternal fire
Crack money in the dryer
We ain't the problem ni**a
We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble
I ain't the problem
Solve me, if I am ever solved motherf**kers
Solve the sh*t
I insist I ain't goin' nowhere
It's too this It's too dogg It's too valid yea yea
See what the f**k happens when the CIA conspired?
Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow
Man, black people don't own no ports or boats
So tell me how the f**k we gettin' all this coke?
Offa knowledge I choke
Spitting up truths hopin'
The young youth a soldier hear me dearly
GW Bush fear me
They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs
Hopin' we just keep killin', shootin' each other with slugs
Look up above and pray to god he protect me
From these cold jurors and the heartless judge
Imagine, grow'n up and never have'n;
Faggot a**pops actin like you never happened
F**ked up!
Watching the tears stream down yo mammas cheek
She helpless in the kitchen looking for eats
Peace!
Yea ni**a, I'm here what the f**k y'all gonna do about it?huh?
Do somethin' about me
Call my source, ya hear me?feel me?
Stop talkin' bout stop talkin' bout how f**ked up I am
Get me right, save me ni**a, huh?
I'm a snort away from an overdose
A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope
I never asked to be here In this maze to an early grave
Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales
Trying to post bond on this oversized bail
How dare ya'all point the finger at me
'Cause i'm a straight g ain't that what it's supposed to be?
Sh*t I'm just following the tradition of ?Joe Kenny?
Bootlegging ties with the mob n sh*t
Capitalism money and power
Catch me in the trump tower with a honey and powder
My lifes slippin from me, y'all niggas is funny
Tell me shyne po, he can't get that money
F**k!Am I supposed to do, ni**a starve and go hungry?
Right!
I'm here We here Ain't goin' nowhere
Problems is startin' to happen
And we was at fault?
Ni**a this sh*t has been goin' on ni**a
300 years motherf**kers
Shh,
Close ya eyes,listen hear my heart beatin'?
Po's racing, I can't take it
The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it
Only god knows if I make it
Walking through the depths of hell
It's hard for me to smile
When I'm innocent and still, I'm facing trial
God!Save me
Secret societies manipulating the dumb def and blind
And yet they want to blame it on shyne
Like I'm responsible for the countries murder rate
Responsible for babies born high off base
This shits is bigger than me, I told y'all I'm just a pawn
So is Boy George sippin' Nick Bawns
I hope my babies havin' babies pushin' rhymes
It's a brighter day if you just let it beyond
To my moms I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
Your baby boys dying of a broken heart
Got ties to my own blood walking to the eternal fire
Crack money in the dryer
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For The Record 以下歌词翻译由文曲大模型提供 OOh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face 你的韵脚带着子弹 脸上还挨了几枪 He rhyme witta slug tryna sound l
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The Gang Lets get it clear Uh huh Brooklyn Vietnam That's right Yo yo Live from the seven-one-eight y'all; Murder City Lay down ni**a It's the Ill Na Na
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Godfather Uh huh Uh huh Brooklyn Vietnam What you Uh yeah Uh Come on Oh no big Shyne Po Back up in the motherf**kin heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don
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More Or Less Yeah Its like new york's being soft Ever since my ni**a shyne's been sitting in prison yeah Check it Sick things sick rings This sh*t is sicking
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Here With Me Heeeyyy Yeah Po For all my niggas locked under the cell this gangsta mash All my niggas turn this sh*t up in Heaven While niggas was alive it w
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Ostrisize swallow like lasengers Ostrisize燕子就像lasengers So crooked C O 's come equipped with shank sticks 所以这些家伙都带着武器 Yeah that's my dogg 那是我
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Shyne Swiss Po Respect our gangsta ni**a Lay down Whachu know bout holding out big Tec Big vest hollow tips all up in tha kid Neck Po live it up yellow ston
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Martyr Sh*t sometimes man a ni**a be contemplating Yo living in f**king hell ni**a die Walk through the shadow of death My dick out pissing Rebel laughing