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What Cru Is Number One?
作詞:Mary J. Blige, William Kornegay, Inga Marchand, Jr., Jesse Bonds Weaver, Case Woodard, Daryl Young
Yo how you feel about the Cru situation? You either love to cross the board Or cut throat with swords Givin me the middle finger? Get the bird absurd Screamin out Cru ain't a turd Alotta word from you niggas but no verbs Meaning no action, guess yall just relaxing Waiting for the time to strike In the club catchin feelin, every time you hear 'Say night' The tighest face I've ever seen, but I don't give a fuck Don't make me let it out like a Dutch Then watch all yall niggas shift like a clutch Ya man was loud now yall sharing three bucks, down the middle Buck fity, buck fity Looking like Seal and shit, cause your real and shit Packin steal as shit, guns real as shit Large bills and shit, get the deals you prick Yogi on the crusade, to-get paid If two paired exist You'd have me on the crucifix like Jesus crucified You did it to yourself Cru aside, fuck that What's that it's just toast like Crutons We tasted in your tape deck when your Cru's on With some buck kids named Pete and Tuson Squril-nut and E-40, DLG Cru's gone
What crew's number one? The Rhytheme Blunt What crew's number one? The Rhytheme Blunt What crew's number one? The Rhytheme Blunt What crew's number one? The Rhytheme Blunt
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Yo, Yo Nigga get your facts right or I gotta split you Cause ain't a damn thing hit you unless the chair hit you Look at-you, a clown, without make up or Front on me forver rest without a wake up call It's goin down, shit been went down Since the day I learned to save every red cent clown After all, I really wanna, Monopolize Exclusive control over products and its surprise So it ain't wise to rise, and put-up-a stand Lets get together put these highs and put up grands Income, no doubt, but I got news son You win some, with no clout, you bound to loose some So take heed wherever you make weed or make speed Niggas out there don't care, they'll make Jake bleed It's Cruson, retribution for the past life Fast life I refer to, as my last life But thugs push and shove, show no love So I go back to the future and blow most slugs Can't seem to get away from crime and gun wars Make some cheddar, and niggas wanna run yours But fuck that, I buck back with precision A small Bronx cat, with accurate vision So you punk motherfuckers stay stuck in line Popin' shit, yall outta yall fuckin mind
Now this ain't funny so don't u dare laugh Skribble and Slynke up in that ass Now this ain't funny so don't u dare laugh Skribble and Slynke up in that ass Now this ain't funny so don't u dare laugh This ain't funny Skribble and Slynke Don't u dare laugh Skribble and Slynke, they overlap Now this ain't funny so don't u dare laugh Skribble and Slynke up in that IS HE IS HE
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