It's So Hard (featuring Donell Jones) (Explict) - Big Pun/Donell Jones.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : C. Rios/R. Frierson/J. Garfield
[00:01.00] 作曲 : C. Rios/R. Frierson/J. Garfield
[00:08.71]You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
[00:11.25]Got the Glizzy locked in the stizzy
[00:13.14]Pop the clizzy, going sixty down a one-wizzy
[00:15.71]Drunk pissy, tryin' to cruise through the avenue
[00:17.95]While my peoples is poppin' bottles
[00:19.70]Up in Sue's Rendevous
[00:20.73]P***y that! Spun the U-ey, lost a hubcap
[00:23.12]It's back to the shack, came back in a "What's that?"
[00:25.90]Straight from Paris
[00:26.87]Checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage
[00:28.67]Perry Ellis, auburn cherry reddish
[00:31.00]Fresh out the dealer, got the TEC for the squealers
[00:33.49]Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less
[00:35.39]'Cause it's realer
[00:36.17]In the Big Apple, where it's quick
[00:37.88]To get your p***y tackled
[00:38.96]Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
[00:41.49]Trust no one; got beef, bust yo' gun
[00:43.79]You don't need no one
[00:44.92]Talking 'bout that you owe him
[00:46.54]I'ma go for dolo; Scarface without Manolo
[00:48.92]One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat
[00:50.72]Throwin' bolos, it's hard
[00:52.13]And it's so hard, yeah(It's hard work, baby)
[00:53.50](I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live)
[00:55.73]Niggas wanna be like Pun(I ain't goin' nowhere)
[00:58.46]But they don't bust their guns(I'm stayin' alive, baby)
[01:01.32]And it's so hard
[01:02.90](That's my wife, I paid for them *******!)
[01:05.07](Get your own! Your own, ya heard?)
[01:07.03]Niggas wanna **** my wife
[01:09.25]Nggas wanna take my life
[01:11.52]But it's so hard
[01:13.29]Rollin' with the Squad, we like Gods
[01:14.93]Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars
[01:16.52]Strip bars in Miami
[01:18.04]Almost came home with the Grammy
[01:20.13]Next year, bringing home three for the family
[01:22.72]Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi
[01:25.33]Poppin' p***y like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase
[01:28.84]P***y that! Liberace, fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me!
[01:33.27]Never that! SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at?
[01:35.90]Uptown, uptown, you know you feelin' that
[01:38.28]Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to
[01:40.92]That old Biggie give me, One More Chance
[01:43.97]Take a glance and I'm off with yours
[01:45.55]With both hands take off my drawers
[01:47.55]And jerk me like the Source Awards
[01:48.97]I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably
[01:51.02]The best lyricist alive
[01:52.07]Terror Squad, nigga, stop sleepin'
[01:53.92](What you say your name was again)
[01:55.42](And I know you from where? Elementary school)
[01:58.48]Niggas wanna be like Pun(I don't know you, man!)
[02:01.58]But they don't bust they guns
[02:03.27]And it's so hard
[02:04.64](Money, not you again, go that way!)
[02:08.77]Niggas wanna **** my wife
[02:11.25]Niggas wanna take my life
[02:13.48]But it's so hard
[02:16.98]Yeah, you ain't ****ing my wife, takin' my life
[02:22.08]And if you just hatin', just walk on by
[02:26.71]All you haters just walk on by
文本歌词
作词 : C. Rios/R. Frierson/J. Garfield
作曲 : C. Rios/R. Frierson/J. Garfield
You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
Got the Glizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy, going sixty down a one-wizzy
Drunk pissy, tryin' to cruise through the avenue
While my peoples is poppin' bottles
Up in Sue's Rendevous
P***y that! Spun the U-ey, lost a hubcap
It's back to the shack, came back in a "What's that?"
Straight from Paris
Checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage
Perry Ellis, auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got the TEC for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less
'Cause it's realer
In the Big Apple, where it's quick
To get your p***y tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one; got beef, bust yo' gun
You don't need no one
Talking 'bout that you owe him
I'ma go for dolo; Scarface without Manolo
One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat
Throwin' bolos, it's hard
And it's so hard, yeah(It's hard work, baby)
(I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live)
Niggas wanna be like Pun(I ain't goin' nowhere)
But they don't bust their guns(I'm stayin' alive, baby)
And it's so hard
(That's my wife, I paid for them *******!)
(Get your own! Your own, ya heard?)
Niggas wanna **** my wife
Nggas wanna take my life
But it's so hard
Rollin' with the Squad, we like Gods
Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars
Strip bars in Miami
Almost came home with the Grammy
Next year, bringing home three for the family
Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi
Poppin' p***y like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase
P***y that! Liberace, fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me!
Never that! SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at?
Uptown, uptown, you know you feelin' that
Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to
That old Biggie give me, One More Chance
Take a glance and I'm off with yours
With both hands take off my drawers
And jerk me like the Source Awards
I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably
The best lyricist alive
Terror Squad, nigga, stop sleepin'
(What you say your name was again)
(And I know you from where? Elementary school)
Niggas wanna be like Pun(I don't know you, man!)
But they don't bust they guns
And it's so hard
(Money, not you again, go that way!)
Niggas wanna **** my wife
Niggas wanna take my life
But it's so hard
Yeah, you ain't ****ing my wife, takin' my life
And if you just hatin', just walk on by
All you haters just walk on by