Gossip, The - Got Body If You Want It歌词
下载《Got Body If You Want It文本歌词》I hate gossip… and I don’t walk around
looking for it ya know
But yesterday it seemed to just wonder
around until it found me
You know like gossip found me
And why don’t you try it
Huh, you don’t know,
Well what you just do is...
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, hating on a nigga
Dat is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga
And you can tipped like ya waitin on a nigga
Putta body bag and a apron on a nigga…
I give my all behind da mic
But you could never see if you sit behind da light
And you don’t have to pick me to win da title fight
But I’mma wear dat champion belt sooo tight
And if I’m wrong there is no right
And if I’m wrong there is snow white
I’m tryna be po-lite but you bitches in my hair
Like da fucking po-lice And my flow is rare
These other rappers nice, these other rappers bark,
some of ‘em even bite
But I’m much more bright I give the game sight
But before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna
Think it over, think it over (Oooooo)
Think it over, think it over (Baby, baby)
Stop... analyzin' critacizin',
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I’m confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, cause my city’s cryin'
because my city’s dyin'
Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion-eer, near Zion
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and
Soo-woo
And, then I leave blood in the booth, I leave a blood bath,
Sorry there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
I’m twisted like the string on a shoe
No nigga fuck dat
I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
so in your possession, I, I, I must ask…
Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me; haven't I been sweet to you
Drag my name through the mud I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem,
I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me
Don't believe me
I graduated from hungry,
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'm gone need cheese if I'm bakin' lasini
You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just taken it easy
All about my paper, bout my paper like Easy
Why do rappers Why to rappers, lie to fans
Lie to rappers, a lot rappers lie like actors cut the mothafuckin camera
Cut the checks nigga fuck your props
And make it out to Mr. Hip-Hop
looking for it ya know
But yesterday it seemed to just wonder
around until it found me
You know like gossip found me
And why don’t you try it
Huh, you don’t know,
Well what you just do is...
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, hating on a nigga
Dat is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga
And you can tipped like ya waitin on a nigga
Putta body bag and a apron on a nigga…
I give my all behind da mic
But you could never see if you sit behind da light
And you don’t have to pick me to win da title fight
But I’mma wear dat champion belt sooo tight
And if I’m wrong there is no right
And if I’m wrong there is snow white
I’m tryna be po-lite but you bitches in my hair
Like da fucking po-lice And my flow is rare
These other rappers nice, these other rappers bark,
some of ‘em even bite
But I’m much more bright I give the game sight
But before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna
Think it over, think it over (Oooooo)
Think it over, think it over (Baby, baby)
Stop... analyzin' critacizin',
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I’m confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, cause my city’s cryin'
because my city’s dyin'
Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion-eer, near Zion
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and
Soo-woo
And, then I leave blood in the booth, I leave a blood bath,
Sorry there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
I’m twisted like the string on a shoe
No nigga fuck dat
I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
so in your possession, I, I, I must ask…
Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me; haven't I been sweet to you
Drag my name through the mud I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem,
I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me
Don't believe me
I graduated from hungry,
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'm gone need cheese if I'm bakin' lasini
You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just taken it easy
All about my paper, bout my paper like Easy
Why do rappers Why to rappers, lie to fans
Lie to rappers, a lot rappers lie like actors cut the mothafuckin camera
Cut the checks nigga fuck your props
And make it out to Mr. Hip-Hop
Got Body If You Want ItLRC歌词
下载《Got Body If You Want ItLRC歌词》[ti:gossip] [ar:] [al:Lil Wayne] [00:01.50]I hate gossip… and I don’t walk around [00:05.27]looking for it ya know [00:07.43]But yesterday it seemed to just wonder [00:09.50]around until it found me [00:11.14]You know like gossip found me [00:12.65]And why don’t you try it [00:14.20]Huh, you don’t know, [00:15.82]Well what you just do is... [00:18.07]Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop [00:24.94]Stop, hating on a nigga [00:27.36]Dat is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga [00:29.92]And you can tipped like ya waitin on a nigga [00:32.77]Putta body bag and a apron on a nigga… [00:36.21]I give my all behind da mic [00:38.92]But you could never see if you sit behind da light [00:41.75]And you don’t have to pick me to win da title fight [00:44.69]But I’mma wear dat champion belt sooo tight [00:47.87]And if I’m wrong there is no right [00:50.74]And if I’m wrong there is snow white [00:54.51]I’m tryna be po-lite but you bitches in my hair [00:58.01]Like da fucking po-lice And my flow is rare [01:00.97]These other rappers nice, these other rappers bark, [01:04.37]some of ‘em even bite [01:06.20]But I’m much more bright I give the game sight [01:08.77]But before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna [01:11.91]Think it over, think it over (Oooooo) [01:17.12]Think it over, think it over (Baby, baby) [01:23.15]Stop... analyzin' critacizin', [01:26.33]You should realize what I am and start epitomizin' [01:29.75]Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion [01:32.41]I’m confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it [01:35.61]My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin' [01:38.49]It rains a lot in my city, cause my city’s cryin' [01:41.60]because my city’s dyin' [01:43.03]Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion-eer, near Zion [01:47.85]Fear God, not them [01:49.42]Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and [01:52.16]Soo-woo [01:53.29]And, then I leave blood in the booth, I leave a blood bath, [01:56.48]Sorry there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at? [01:59.02]I’m twisted like the string on a shoe [02:00.93]No nigga fuck dat [02:01.85]I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at? [02:05.70]I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass [02:08.31]so in your possession, I, I, I must ask… [02:11.37]Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over) [02:17.55]Tell me; haven't I been sweet to you [02:22.31]Drag my name through the mud I come out clean [02:25.51]Cast away stones [02:27.24]I won't even blink [02:28.44]A gun is not a math problem, [02:30.29]I won't even think [02:31.59]Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink [02:34.51]Don't believe in me [02:36.16]Don't believe me [02:37.32]I graduated from hungry, [02:39.05]And made it to greedy [02:40.47]My flow is like pasta [02:41.87]Take it and eat it [02:43.55]But I'm gone need cheese if I'm bakin' lasini [02:46.17]You niggas want beef? [02:47.77]I want a steak and uh, we be [02:49.47]Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be [02:52.42]Hard body nigga, just taken it easy [02:55.55]All about my paper, bout my paper like Easy [02:58.55]Why do rappers Why to rappers, lie to fans [03:00.81]Lie to rappers, a lot rappers lie like actors cut the mothafuckin camera [03:05.43]Cut the checks nigga fuck your props [03:08.17]And make it out to Mr. Hip-Hop [03:13.68]i ain't dead i'm alive