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The Prodigy
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Can't Complain (Featuring Twin Gambino & Chinky)
Prodigy Hello, hello, yo what up, man? Who the fuck is this? Who the fuck it sound like, man? What the fuck you calling so early for, man? What the fuck time is it?
It's like 3 o'clock, man Thought you was coming to get me, man? Shit, my bad son, please, man, come get me Man, before I choke this bitch, man Hurry up, son, man, it's like 90, man Let's get some hoes or something
What up, dun? Same ol' shit No doubt, ain't nothing new Let's take a little spin, dun, word up
Yo, open my wings to a new day spread my lungs Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns Twist the key, shifted to D then flee Before anything, get the daily dose of choke
We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support on the belt Doin' 90 or more debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
Where units don't count But your rap pay add up to large amounts Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep Catch chills off a infamous beats
Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we can't have the medicine canoein' There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that Ayyo, dun, hold that down and turn it around
Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues T N T hopin' out of MPV's, surprise all a fuck out of me Got rubber Glocks pointed at me Ayyo Twin, what the fuck?
They had us laid out on the ground holdin' us down With gats to back of our heads was goin' down It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got Where's the proof, man? Let me speak to my attorney
I know the routine, don't try to throw me I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me But all that told me to get in more shit Ayyo P, what up? You my co-D, we both get knocked 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
What you did with that half a tree? (Right in my sock) Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot Dun, you know how I get down? Yo I'm ready to bounce
Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass If my other half was alive we woulda got kill 'Cause dun woulda went for the guns and got ill Plus I gots cracks on me, they found the cracks on me
Looked at'em, gave'em back to me I could swore they was takin' us in Then the lady in the car said, 'that's not them' Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs
They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns And you ain't gotta tell us twice We hopped in the car and slid off On our way up-town for more of that funk
P lit the tree back up Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds Fuck it, let's slide through the Rutgers Roll the windows down 'cause infamous Mobb bumpers
Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin' Took a walk through the park frontin' Didn't even have to hurt nuttin' Man, I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York
Hear Infamous Thoughts Then the Dream Team music starts Damn, we young black entrepreneurs New York pricks and dicks can't stop our floss
We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards Dead serious cash, luxurious labs Learn to balance fame with pain, you can't complain
Jus' another day livin' in the hood Jus' another day around the way Feelin' good today, oh no, we can't complain
Jus' another day livin' in New York Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes . Feelin' good today, we hit 'em up 'cause we here to stay
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