LRC歌词下载
[00:00.00] 作词 : John Jackson/Jason Phillips/Charles Dumazer/Glen Jones[00:01.00] 作曲 : John Jackson/Jason Phillips/Charles Dumazer/Glen Jones[00:21.53]Time to put in work, we all got a job to do[00:24.14]I light a joint, then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"[00:26.79]Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue[00:29.54]Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do[00:32.24]Yeah, but it's all for my family[00:34.59]The goal wasn't live middle class and buy Camrys[00:37.50]I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry[00:39.91]I guess I'm just more soul food than eye candy[00:42.68]I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies[00:45.30]More passport stamps, less trips to Miami[00:47.89]Yeah bro, we all need a little culture[00:50.92]A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures[00:53.65]I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you[00:56.32]I'm too old to kid you, I gotta adult you[00:58.94]Listen, the shit is getting outta hand[01:01.08]Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y'all[01:03.61]In y'all ****ing place, that's my OCD[01:06.25]I give a **** a little bit, but it's mostly D[01:08.98]I be in the Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD[01:11.73]That's Supreme Clientele, all I know is Buy and Sell[01:14.69]We had to hustle to eat, it wasn't no Thanksgiving[01:17.16]Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain't living[01:19.92]It's big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here[01:22.83]Find what you bring to the table[01:24.54]Then pull up a chair, yeah...[01:29.68]You see?[01:32.96]Without hope, it ain't nothing[01:35.63]HA-HAAAEEH![01:38.16]I like this shit![01:41.28]You should love it[01:46.88]Uh, let's finish the game, Billy[01:49.32]Do something and stop stalling, that's silly (haha)[01:52.28]The ball over there just drawling, that's Philly (woo!)[01:54.72]Invisible set, F class, that's chilly (mmm)[01:57.59]Life is short, death's fast, that's illy (yep)[02:00.03]When ya whole crew got cash, that's willy (uh)[02:02.67]To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)[02:05.46]And nah, I ain't giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh)[02:08.17]Whoever you look up to, ask 'em, I'm a real G[02:10.76]As far as this rap shit go, I got realty[02:13.36]Before being signed to a major, I had a real key[02:16.02]And I ain't tryna play you, I'm tryna give you the real me[02:18.76]Almost twenty years in the game, and I'm still me[02:21.33]Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B[02:24.17]The boy, the girl, the shit, I got pills, B[02:26.79]How many other owners you know that's in the field, B (who?)[02:29.56]No license or registration, that's what it still be[02:32.16]Honor's in your pocket, your heart[02:33.77]That's where the will be (yes)[02:34.89]From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty[02:37.36]Rich ain't good enough, nigga, I'm not filthy[02:40.04]I'm hardcore, rough and rugged, I'm not silky[02:42.66]Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be[02:45.46](POOF!) This is the last supper here[02:48.21]Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah...
