Wrong 4 Dat - Redman/Keith Murray.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Murray, Noble, Sermon
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Reggie Noble & Erick Sermon & Keith Murray
[00:06.66][Redman] This is
[00:07.11]WKYA, We Kickin
[00:07.65]Yo' Ass radio
[00:08.91]All you mother*******s out there that wanna get down with the pound put your mother****** pounds up, and start bustin the mother*******s
[00:14.88]Am I too loud for this mother*******?
[00:17.01]Turn me down a little bit
[00:18.27]Yeah yeah yeah
[00:18.90]Yo, first of all
[00:20.28]I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
[00:22.95]Stated own real, haters gon' feel
[00:25.41]Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue
[00:27.96]You bounty hunters be on the chase for
[00:29.76]Joe Young
[00:30.57]I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car
[00:33.12]I'm raw like su************* bars on bougie broads
[00:35.79]I retrieve the money, dawg labrador
[00:38.31]Ray Charles can see it, and
[00:39.60]Stacy Lattisaw
[00:40.83]You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin
[00:43.11]Don't be the next vinyl cut to (Urban Legend)
[00:45.78]I can feel where you at, when
[00:47.22]I pound you up
[00:48.09]You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up
[00:50.79]My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the
[00:52.89]Porsche If you ******* ain't happy, then get a divorce
[00:55.92]I'ma do what
[00:56.79]I want, cause my time is now
[00:58.47]Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down
[01:01.05]If I wanna roll a
[01:01.95]Jeep with a seat out the back
[01:03.57]************* feet out the back, system beat out the track
[01:06.18]Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like)
[01:08.16]Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
[01:10.89]Yo yo, if
[01:11.46]I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
[01:13.86]Beatin down security cause
[01:15.30]I don't give a *************
[01:16.02]Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm)
[01:18.87]Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
[01:20.22]Yo Keith, yo yo
[01:20.49]Keith [sound of jail door opening] [Keith Murray]
[01:21.60]I copped the whole box, went half with
[01:23.43]Reginald Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free
[01:26.79]And you ain't gotta believe me, ************* bein nervous
[01:29.31]Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service
[01:32.01]What do we have here?
[01:33.00]Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
[01:34.86]Have his whole body shakin in fear
[01:36.63]Stormtrooper fires throwin la*************n out flames
[01:39.24]A few ashes, when they **********sexyze your remains
[01:42.12]I live in the streets, reside with the toolie
[01:44.70]I kill you like it's part of my religious duty
[01:47.13]Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug
[01:50.19]Even females who think they thugs
[01:52.32]Trigger the release of adrenaline
[01:54.69]When I'm gangsta-trippin like the
[01:56.25]Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
[01:57.27]Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em
[02:00.24]Why'd you do it?
[02:01.14]Because I wasn't feelin them! [Redman]
[02:02.64]If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh) with a shabby haircut, pants
[02:06.54]I wore for days
[02:07.50]Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so)
[02:09.93]C'mon *************, am
[02:10.20]I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
[02:11.31]Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
[02:15.09]When they playin my song ass spill out the thong
[02:17.70]Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass)
[02:20.19]Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo)
[02:22.56]I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang ************* to that bang to the ************* the beat, beat
[02:27.66]And if yo', ************* ain't sippin that
[02:29.40]Cristal *************t
[02:30.42]Then she might be leavin with
[02:31.83]D, D I got a hairy-ass chest, like
[02:34.59]Austin Powers
[02:35.46]That ************* that "Stan" drowned,
[02:37.44]I ****** around with her
[02:38.22]Act like a man, stand on your own two
[02:40.74]Doc takin it all, ************* who it belong to
文本歌词
作词 : Murray, Noble, Sermon
作曲 : Reggie Noble & Erick Sermon & Keith Murray
This is
WKYA, We Kickin
Yo' Ass radio
All you mother*******s out there that wanna get down with the pound put your mother****** pounds up, and start bustin the mother*******s
Am I too loud for this mother*******?
Turn me down a little bit
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo, first of all
I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters gon' feel
Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue
You bounty hunters be on the chase for
Joe Young
I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car
I'm raw like su************* bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg labrador
Ray Charles can see it, and
Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin
Don't be the next vinyl cut to (Urban Legend)
I can feel where you at, when
I pound you up
You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up
My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the
Porsche If you ******* ain't happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what
I want, cause my time is now
Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down
If I wanna roll a
Jeep with a seat out the back
************* feet out the back, system beat out the track
Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if
I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security cause
I don't give a *************
Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo Keith, yo yo
Keith
I copped the whole box, went half with
Reginald Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free
And you ain't gotta believe me, ************* bein nervous
Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service
What do we have here?
Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his whole body shakin in fear
Stormtrooper fires throwin la*************n out flames
A few ashes, when they **********sexyze your remains
I live in the streets, reside with the toolie
I kill you like it's part of my religious duty
Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug
Even females who think they thugs
Trigger the release of adrenaline
When I'm gangsta-trippin like the
Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em
Why'd you do it?
Because I wasn't feelin them!
If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh) with a shabby haircut, pants
I wore for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so)
C'mon *************, am
I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
When they playin my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo)
I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang ************* to that bang to the ************* the beat, beat
And if yo', ************* ain't sippin that
Cristal *************t
Then she might be leavin with
D, D I got a hairy-ass chest, like
Austin Powers
That ************* that "Stan" drowned,
I ****** around with her
Act like a man, stand on your own two
Doc takin it all, ************* who it belong to