Things We Said Today(Live At The BBC For "Top Gear" / 16th July, 1964)

歌詞

(*talking*) Dubs up round here, Assholes baby S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' That's how it go down, round here in the H You feel me, hitting switches on bitch ass niggaz Spinners platinum line, and if you with that jacking shit (Hook) I'ma make a hoe drop today, with the glock today Might swang on a cop, through the block today I got a couple G's off, in the stash today On a full time slang, for the pay I'ma make a hoe drop today, with the glock today Might swang on a bop on jock today I got a couple G's off, in the stash today On a full time slang, for the pay (Jay'Ton) When you see me creeping through the lot, with my trunk on pop J2 got the Ken, Germasee got the glock I'm a Slow Loud And Banger, representing for the S.L.A.B. When I put up the houpe, I'ma go and get the Jag And I swoop to the West, scooping up the T-Head And we be chilling in the hood, steady making our bread And then I swang to the sto', picking up more do' I mash the gas, hollin' at the Raw C and the Moe Big Nick hit my phone, gave me keys to the spot He told me meet him at the Marion, around eight o'clock So I hit the back streets, trying to dodge all the cops I'm a Southwest nigga, bitch my block stay hot (Boss) Boss pulling out the garage, eight switches on charge Flipping the big 'vard, cocked up pointed at Mars Young Loc dodging bars, as I lace up my stars Fo' danas on the coupe, as I ride three pause Back scraping sun baking, got the streets on lock Six slugs for the busters, and fourteen for the cops Drag the Cheve up the block, nonstop Bandanas on me antenna, stash spot full of rocks Can't see me with a brand new blue flag, sporting it like a du-rag Blue deuce ragtop, two Mag's and new tags I kinda like, to keep the cuff on my Khakis I put juice on my seven deuce, so now these niggaz mad at me Fuck you and a bullet go with it nigga, so come and get it Every corner I bend it, to turn heads I intended Smash pass your weak ass, neighborhood in a minute Niggaz can't see me, I cop mo' keys than a city (Hook) (Trae) I'ma bang a whole block away, when I drop today In this jet black whip, that I copped today I got a 6-7 Cheve, that I just got sprayed Even better fo' G's, out the safe I pay Bad bitches get layed, 'fore I hit my turf Forty rounds in the clip, cause niggaz know what I'm worth Most niggaz in the game, wanna play ya for lame So I'm quick to mask up, and let the HK sang Like the Screw that I bang, when I'm gripping the grain On Main with a dame, while she giving me brain But the throwed off part, the bitch don't know my name My mouthpiece off the chain, that's a god damn shame (W.G.) I'ma pull up on that West stay, with J It's ABK, so break bread with a nigga right away We ain't buying that bullshit, that you niggaz talking When we see you in the streets, bitch nigga keep walking Try to run up on my folks, with that jacking shit My slugs eat a nigga up, like a savage bitch I dig me a ditch, for the next to plex And if I throw a shot, you gon be the next to catch (Lil' B) I pull up in a big truck, stacking big bucks With bops on jocks, who hot for these sluts I'm a playa, won't fuck with nothing but dimes Cause these hoes only want me, cause I floss and I rhyme No nickle and dime, I grind full time for mine Still that same G Lil' B, off the Grapevine Running with Rob and Chris, trying to get my hoop on Click got split, so I had to move on To this rap shit crap shit, beat a nigga ass shit Quick to let the black, .45 Caliber blast shit Now cashing checks, breaking no sweat Listening to all my dogs, tell a nigga I wreck (Shep Dog) I'm sitting so low, Shep in the wide frame Rep the 4-4, for the set that I claim I'm afilliated bitch, Asshole is the gang Game I shoot fly, like I'm in a soul plane I'm a 5-6 nigga, that'll stomp your mug Born and raised in the streets, so I'm known to thug Fo' do' suicide, when I slide on dubs I'm a G, bitch what you thought I was (Hook)