《Babe(Album Mix)》歌词

[00:00:00] yo, niggaz don't want none of this

[00:00:03] niggaz know they can't f**k with this

[00:00:06] turn this s**t up just a little more

[00:00:09] i walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a n***a like a winter coat

[00:00:16] have him on death row searchin for an interscope

[00:00:18] yet i sparkle like irene cara

[00:00:21] symbolize dope, like sirens do terror

[00:00:23] mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated

[00:00:26] flashbacks of past raps make me so glad i made it

[00:00:29] players is gettin' traded

[00:00:30] i drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded

[00:00:33] my juice is grated

[00:00:34] shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related

[00:00:36] on philosopher's rink of thought, i've skated with precision

[00:00:40] crews is gettin split like decisions

[00:00:42] com will let it ride in collision

[00:00:44] vision like colleco or tele, i battle stars in stellar

[00:00:47] regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring

[00:00:49] now, it's teethin'

[00:00:50] my reason of rhyme applies to season and time

[00:00:53] season of mind , body and regions divine

[00:00:55] in mom's cookouts, i'm leavin the swine

[00:00:57] verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with ice cube

[00:00:59] came in this rap life nude

[00:01:01] now i'm fully clothed with flows

[00:01:03] you tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes

[00:01:05] old niggaz i expose like luke does hoes in videos

[00:01:09] with classic material, imperial and rugged like

[00:01:11] got mag, but my slugs a mic

[00:01:14] you fake like a smile, like a hug, i'm tight

[00:01:16] skip ladies, this is rip a muthaf**ka night

[00:01:19] oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right

[00:01:21] downtown interracial lovers hold hands

[00:01:24] i breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of old style

[00:01:27] hold a stone isle profile

[00:01:29] mix between malcolm x and sef when i go wild

[00:01:32] hold mics like a second nut until the second comin

[00:01:34] hummin comin towards you with power like forest do

[00:01:37] hip hop, you my B***h and like a ford, i'm explorin you

[00:01:40] so, wack niggaz be cool, with them, i stay cordial

[00:01:42] flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature

[00:01:45] like golf. soft like tiger woods

[00:01:47] and real n***a angles i've stood with ways that's geometric

[00:01:50] don't need to rob banks with broads to set it

[00:01:53] i levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist

[00:01:56] rhyme wise, you a rest haven

[00:01:57] you sat by the door spooked like i was wes craven

[00:02:00] you need to do more deletin and less savin

[00:02:02] a praise in hell, raisin heaven

[00:02:04] like the bill on my pager leavens

[00:02:06] what you should have known from day one

[00:02:08] you will on day seven

[00:02:09] hungry hip hop junkie in the city

[00:02:14] hungry hip hop junkie in the city

[00:02:19] hungry hip hop junkie in the city