《Whutcha Want》歌词

[00:00:00] Whutcha Want - The Hit Co. (热歌公司)

[00:00:22] I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't

[00:00:24] So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't

[00:00:27] Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back

[00:00:29] Sit fat and relax and plan my attack

[00:00:32] Not the one to test I posess mad finesse

[00:00:34] My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest

[00:00:37] Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps

[00:00:39] On the New York streets hittin urban concrete

[00:00:41] I'm the man untestable, with the extraterrestrial flow

[00:00:46] Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle

[00:00:49] I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model

[00:00:52] Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock

[00:00:54] Only spits when I react to the bullshit

[00:00:56] So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ

[00:01:00] And save the confessions for JEESuz

[00:01:02] Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow

[00:01:04] Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow

[00:01:06] Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven

[00:01:09] Achieving, gettin some cheese and

[00:01:12] Representin lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major

[00:01:14] With the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya

[00:01:17] My behavior is mad ill if you front

[00:01:19] You know what I want

[00:01:21] (Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides

[00:01:24] (So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines

[00:01:26] (So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse

[00:01:29] And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E

[00:01:31] I'ma let you know how I feel on the real

[00:01:33] I pack steel it's like a jungle

[00:01:35] Makes me wonder where my eel is

[00:01:36] Hits the bricks skips the dog sh*t complete in my cipher

[00:01:38] Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, hyper like a viper

[00:01:42] I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular

[00:01:44] Stretch you like a copper

[00:01:45] Stoppah, stoppah, but you can't stop me

[00:01:48] Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G

[00:01:51] Came a long way from, back in the day

[00:01:53] We did it for no pay, just rhymin hit the hay and

[00:01:56] Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme

[00:01:58] Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time

[00:02:01] That's when sh*t was real, no phonies no baloney

[00:02:04] Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel

[00:02:06] Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light

[00:02:08] Everything right, jam over a street fight

[00:02:11] Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad

[00:02:13] Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad

[00:02:15] Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice

[00:02:18] A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice

[00:02:21] And now I might make a million, and still son

[00:02:23] It makes the heart pump, you know what I want

[00:02:25] (Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides

[00:02:28] (So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines

[00:02:30] (So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse

[00:02:33] And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E

[00:02:50] Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht

[00:02:53] Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop

[00:02:55] Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser

[00:02:58] The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya

[00:03:00] Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily

[00:03:03] Nuff treasons nuff reasons like Philip Bailey

[00:03:05] Can't get enough of that funky stuff

[00:03:07] Rhymin astronomical, original, sh*t is phenomenal

[00:03:10] Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal

[00:03:12] Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya

[00:03:15] Right off the pape I roll a big fat spliff

[00:03:17] Four-fifth on the hip,

[00:03:19] Heineken in the grip sh*t I'm ready

[00:03:20] Get the keys for the jeep, let's bounce

[00:03:22] Cruise avenues, get some brews

[00:03:24] And sing the blues with the

[00:03:25] Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck

[00:03:27] I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck

[00:03:29] Oh what a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and

[00:03:32] I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing

[00:03:35] Erything's kosher copasctetic,

[00:03:36] Groovy hip-hop moves me

[00:03:38] Soothes me, I'm letting off like an uzi

[00:03:40] But first steps a doozy and bruise me

[00:03:42] Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy

[00:03:44] I wanna get big get paid true stunt

[00:03:47] You know what I want

[00:03:48] You know what I want

[00:03:50] (Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides

[00:03:52] (So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines

[00:03:54] (So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse

[00:03:57] And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E