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Guilty Simpson
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Young Guns
作詞:Jr., Otis Jackson, Byron Simpson
G.S. boy O.J. Simpson
Listen, do your research My name rings bells on heavy block You're lame, you're splash in the game was a belly-flop I'm a grouch, boxing rappers like a kangaroo
Heater in my pouch, throw away under my couch Crooked and mad, you disrespectful Mutherfuckers is cooking with gas
Bon appetit, I go at your streets With aggression, the same way I go At a beat and wreck sessions Then shoot a load on your freak in best western
She's a hotel rat, I'm the shit bitch go tell that Yeah, I hit it in the telly and came on the belly And remixed the celly, I left no tracks
When your bones go crack I ask 'It hurt, don't it'? My hobby is to body every one of my opponents
I put 'em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, hood sentence, good riddance O.J. Simpson muhfuckers
You can't save everybody So I handy on another shotty And vow to never let a rapper stop me They copy, but take it as a hobby
Timid, while I go get it That's right, who's sucker-free, no more drama 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 'Cause these motherfuckers got no honor okay
I'mma put 'em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, hood sentence, good riddance
I'mma put 'em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, hood sentence Good riddance, yeah, good riddance
They couldn't hold a candle to the rhyme catalyst Detroit Rap, Blunt rap with a Cali twist Madlib keep skunk, all flavors for the smokers O.J. Simpson, game over, the slang dojo
Black lungs, I could rob these rappers with a cap gun Prolly, pistol-whip foes til' they groggy Forever young even when I'm gone, get CD and start at one And recapture the life, it could have been a disaster
Instead you hear victory, in every chapter The gutter gave birth to a hip-hop savior But even above all about my paper Dope enough to be an urban legend But real enough to do dirt and hide a murder weapon
I'mma put 'em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, hood sentence, good riddance
I'mma put 'em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, hood sentence Good riddance, good riddance
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