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Method Man
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Never Hold Back
作词:Ellis Hall, Clifford M Smith, Karl Amani Wailoo
{Cool, okay, I'm a let y'all take it on your own, right now Why don't y'all do me a favor What? Tell me a joke Why did the chicken cross the road? To get five dollars from her baby daddy You got that, we gon' roll with that right there, aight then}
Gilla house, muthafucka, Gilla house Gilla house, muthafucka, Gilla house Yeah, another Def Jam, but we don't make stars We just sign 'em, uh huh, that's what's up, Big Sox
I'm on the grind, can't wait to shine Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you F'in' with mines, no go 'head I got no time, hate to be wastin' time Muthafucka know the name And know that I ain't feelin' y'all lames, like Novacaine Ain't no way you can stop the train or the conductor Of the track, muthafucka, that's E 3, my love for the game It's just not the same, unless it's Gilla house And Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and pop the chain, know your lane Fuck cocaine, stick up, 'bout to blow your brains off the map The flame is back, it's the amazing J-blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisin' What part of the game is that? We not playin' Y'all tryna raise the price at the door, we not payin' So watcha, watcha want? You kids are slum And son got knuckles in his Air Force Ones, come on
Niggaz never seen it this raw (But nothing's gonna hold me back) Keep the heat up by the big dog (But I don't wanna hold you back) A nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life) A nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Yo, yo, on the air, thought you dead? But I returned To give you what you waited four years, now to burn Hold your head and know your ledge, your life flash by Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high Method Man, Method Man, man whoa, like Black Rob, go Catch me in the West Wing, I might 'Rob Lowe' Yes, I can, yes, I can, can, tap your jaw And tell whatever chick that I'm with, slap your broad
This is it, I'm stuck with y'all and y'all stuck with me In the lap of luxury, where the hell's, cut for free? And the kid can't fuck with y'all, 'til I got a tree On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy Mercy me, things ain't what they used to Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya These rhymes, ain't nursery, life's a bitch Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on
Niggaz never seen it this raw (But nothing's gonna hold me back) Keep the heat up by the big dog (But I don't wanna hold you back) A nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life) A nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
(But nothing's gonna hold me back) Keep the heat up by the big dog (But I don't wanna hold you back) A nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life) A nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
Live my life, my life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo Y'all know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday You know what I'm sayin'? Stinkin', drinkin' and fightin' crime Staten Island, stand up, we in the muthafuckin' house Come on!
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