Dave Vs. US(Album Version)

歌詞

Yo momma went on moose (?) Our soldiers took 'em all She pulled 'em in the street That street said I smell feet [Hook x2] She wanna know if we can be together Man even if it ain't gon' be forever Well it can only be for one night The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic Trust me it's somethin' bout the way I touch her The way that I hold her, the way I cut her She move a lot but that ain't shit to me Man, I need that bitch and that bitch need me And I ain't even talkin' bout R.A.P. Them other ladies be the same, they no worry me (uh) Sit back, I spit that shit that get better than Make a veteran sit back Cruisin, mic check one twos And if y'all not us then that's why y'all losin Ate up, no time to wake up No masquerades, nigga move the makeup Just do it, put the hop into it And when y'all lose it don't blame the music Half y'all fell in love with the whore The question is if you don't love her what you fuckin' her for, nigga? [Hook - repeat 2X] She wanna know if we can be together Man even if it ain't gon' be forever Well it can only be for one night The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic Fucks the problem? dawg we mobbin' The squad roll thicker than some hemoglobin I'll scare y'all quicker than a mean ol' goblin Ain't no bullshit, me and my amigos poppin' (huh) We get started ain't gon' be no stoppin You gon' jump because it ain't gon' be no option I'm totally contagious black rans the gauge ya language Black thought aka, larry davis (huh) Got rhymes runnin' off the pages Tighter than the Bushes with the saudi arabians Darker than a oil well, sharp as a sabertooth tiger Ridin' on a straight edge razor You walk talkin' on a two way pager Til ya main thing gettin' me the captain saver I hold black sly cuz I be the fan of the mic Grip tight like is not gonna tear ya huh The hip biatch she ain't ya diop All that, in a banana cognac diatch Pony hair coat, my boots is ostriach Black ink back Turn me up another ne-otch HUH [Hook] Young truck in this fuckin' game What a nigga is, if he runnin' the game I bring pain from the summer to sprang Spit game, get ya chick, make her leave wit the game Wanna talk a little shit i'll make ya walk wit a cane Got 'em half steppin' like they walk wit cane Here I am, R-A-W, raw Truck North introducin' y'all The way I slang game make ya dame insane I'm superman, not clark kent to lois lane I'm out for the paper, y'all out for the fame There's five left in your fifteen minutes of fame I ain't got no problems bringin' drama to y'all You'll never score like a punter runnin' with the ball I squeeze mics 'til the cords is sore It's truck North, the man and the myth signin' off, yo [Hook]