群星的《Outro》 歌词
歌曲名:Outro 歌手:群星 专辑:Prswaysian Vol.1 Lil Wayne Feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne & Busta Rhymes - Outro Verse 1: Bun B Yeah... When I step in the spot, motherf-ckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfckers need to get off the dick, man Fall the f-ck back like a bike with no kickstand Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!) No tricks, man, those is for kids Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge You f-ckin' with DA so you know what it is I'm sittin' on the fours that clack Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs And we do it for the pimps that are holding back... let's go! Verse 2: Nas Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin' QB till the death of him That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em Track record goes back to "The Essence" Smack adolescents who ask who the best is I'm nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast But I'm like a gastric bypass, Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white Range Rov' Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project nigga Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon, Fat blunts in the car with strippers Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs, bust louder than the noise I just spit Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin' Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch! I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb Been in this shit since '91 Niggas can't f-ck with the style I use Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate I love my nigga Drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas" Verse 3: Shyne I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street Poverty and desperation made me everything I be I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham Word to Poppa Blood gang, five! It's that Blood gang, five, but green is the bottom line I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fight They actin' like they ain't gon' die until I let them llamas fly Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi Poverty and heroine, it's no place for a juvenile Put greed in our heart, it's the green that we want Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss! Verse 4: Busta Rhymes They say I'm underrated, but un-compete-with-able Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable! And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible! They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end That's when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got em sayin' "There he goes again!" See now they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything Now let me dominate it, nigga run And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun I gotta make it what they want and wake 'em when I come and shake 'em And bake 'em and take 'em to another place Ain't no fakin', ain't no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin' up Everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!) You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch! Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick What the f-ck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch? OK, now enough of that, see now I'm out the door Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with Tha Carter IV End Lil Wayne Feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne & Busta Rhymes - Outro http://music.baidu.com/song/16484277
群星的《Outro》 歌词
歌曲名:Outro 歌手:群星 专辑:Till The World Blows Up Lil Wayne Feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne & Busta Rhymes - Outro Verse 1: Bun B Yeah... When I step in the spot, motherf-ckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfckers need to get off the dick, man Fall the f-ck back like a bike with no kickstand Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!) No tricks, man, those is for kids Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge You f-ckin' with DA so you know what it is I'm sittin' on the fours that clack Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs And we do it for the pimps that are holding back... let's go! Verse 2: Nas Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin' QB till the death of him That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em Track record goes back to "The Essence" Smack adolescents who ask who the best is I'm nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast But I'm like a gastric bypass, Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white Range Rov' Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project nigga Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon, Fat blunts in the car with strippers Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs, bust louder than the noise I just spit Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin' Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch! I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb Been in this shit since '91 Niggas can't f-ck with the style I use Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate I love my nigga Drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas" Verse 3: Shyne I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street Poverty and desperation made me everything I be I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham Word to Poppa Blood gang, five! It's that Blood gang, five, but green is the bottom line I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fight They actin' like they ain't gon' die until I let them llamas fly Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi Poverty and heroine, it's no place for a juvenile Put greed in our heart, it's the green that we want Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss! Verse 4: Busta Rhymes They say I'm underrated, but un-compete-with-able Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable! And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible! They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end That's when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got em sayin' "There he goes again!" See now they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything Now let me dominate it, nigga run And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun I gotta make it what they want and wake 'em when I come and shake 'em And bake 'em and take 'em to another place Ain't no fakin', ain't no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin' up Everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!) You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch! Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick What the f-ck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch? OK, now enough of that, see now I'm out the door Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with Tha Carter IV End Lil Wayne Feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne & Busta Rhymes - Outro http://music.baidu.com/song/15003921
Hollywood Undead的《Lights Out》 歌词
歌曲名:Lights Out 歌手:Hollywood Undead 专辑:American Tragedy Redux ≡卐 Hollywood Undead - Lights Out 卐≡ Album: American Tragedy Released on April 5, 2011 Lights out You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Who the fuck are you now? Lights out Can you feel it now? We're calling you out Who the fuck are you now? Lifestyles of the young and the reckless Checked in the real world that don't ask questions Dodging on bullets like a fucked up western Dragged you on a rope til you're choked out senseless Kings or crown we're the best around Got an underground army yeah we holding it down We built our base and what we found It takes blood and sweat and always moving the crowd No skill then you're going the fast way Let me see you dance on from the AK Bullshit now he's dropping names Who you know, what you doing all sounds the same A piece of advice quit dropping mine You're be done way before it even it is your time Like a stripper in a cage making minimum wage You're be done like a dollar bill hitting the stage Lights out You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Who the fuck are you now? Lights out Can you feel it now? We're calling you out Who the fuck are you now? I'm gonna wake your ass up cause you ain't got what it takes You cruise right on my nuts so tell you how my dick tastes Yeah I'm shit faced and all black looking creepy It's Charlie Scene this shit is way too easy I'm gonna give it to you quick going straight to your throat Put the burner in your mouth and turn you in to a ghost All these people making music with nothing to show Who doesn't have a band? Shit I don't know What kind of sane person drops his own name What kind of sane person boos his own band off stage What kind of sane person drops a verse like this Damn this ain't working I'm just too damn sick Deuce you coming out heres got me proved I'm gonna cut your ash up like a line of coke I'm gonna roll your crew up like a fat ass roach Put you in my ashtray cause you just got smoked Lights out You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Who the fuck are you now? Lights out Can you feel it now? We're calling you out Who the fuck are you now? Another classic case you crash and burn And it's true you're dead now It's light out, your last song The world has turned it's face you'll never find And It's true you're dead now It's light out, your last song Walls are closing in, their falling down Lights out You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Who the fuck are you now? Lights out Can you feel it now? We're calling you out Who the fuck are you now? Lights out Can you feel it now? We're calling you out Who the fuck are you now? Lights out You're talking too loud Who the fuck are you now? Who the fuck are you now? Lights out!!! http://music.baidu.com/song/17923461