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Clipse of Doom (Album Version )歌词

歌曲名: Clipse of Doom (Album Version )  歌手: Ghostface Killah  所属专辑: 《Fishscale》

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Clipse of Doom (Album Version )

作词 : Bailey, Coles, Dumile
Aiyyo, turn those lights down while
I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all *************z get the ************* out the room,
G!Straight up!
Sipping on that bull*************t
Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. what?
************* you too *************!'
Kind of pants you got on mother*******,
Capris?!************* ass *************, go get ya feet done!
Eat a ************* *************![Verse 1]
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school
Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my
Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
AquariusLost so much blood, these ************* *************z in they periods
They say I be living the role, like '
Pac in Juice
And only ************* with fly ******* that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp,
Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap ************* say my name
I'm a fight y'all
************* a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo *************ts from
New Orleans
Players and
Pimps that bit off
FiendsQuick, switch with the hands,
Powder blue wally's is dyed,
Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all mother*******s ************* with my team,
Uh![Chorus: Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live *************z holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty
Cash, ******* jacks"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw,
Theodore,
We got the game on smash'
Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off![Verse 2]
We hold the weight of four
Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, ***in 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!,
I was reppin 'em
*************z couldn't come through (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking *************z like crazy glue
Blackouts happened,
God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rugon that note
I'm a say peace!
Theodore!
Word to Darryl
Mack's teeth![Chorus][Verse 3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your *************
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of
Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like
ArriadaOn the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
************* your marrow! ************* your hood!
You ain't a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington holding the
DynastyI muffle mother*******s up like meinekeand write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif,
*************zzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treats
Im the taste in
Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking *************z off by the
Red SeaAnd did it all for
Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!

Clipse of Doom (Album Version )LRC歌词

作词 : Bailey, Coles, Dumile
Aiyyo, turn those lights down while
I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all *************z get the ************* out the room,
G!Straight up!
Sipping on that bull*************t
Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. what?
************* you too *************!'
Kind of pants you got on mother*******,
Capris?!************* ass *************, go get ya feet done!
Eat a ************* *************![Verse 1]
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school
Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my
Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
AquariusLost so much blood, these ************* *************z in they periods
They say I be living the role, like '
Pac in Juice
And only ************* with fly ******* that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp,
Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap ************* say my name
I'm a fight y'all
************* a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo *************ts from
New Orleans
Players and
Pimps that bit off
FiendsQuick, switch with the hands,
Powder blue wally's is dyed,
Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all mother*******s ************* with my team,
Uh![Chorus: Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live *************z holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty
Cash, ******* jacks"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw,
Theodore,
We got the game on smash'
Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off![Verse 2]
We hold the weight of four
Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, ***in 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!,
I was reppin 'em
*************z couldn't come through (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking *************z like crazy glue
Blackouts happened,
God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rugon that note
I'm a say peace!
Theodore!
Word to Darryl
Mack's teeth![Chorus][Verse 3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your *************
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of
Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like
ArriadaOn the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
************* your marrow! ************* your hood!
You ain't a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington holding the
DynastyI muffle mother*******s up like meinekeand write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif,
*************zzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treats
Im the taste in
Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking *************z off by the
Red SeaAnd did it all for
Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!

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