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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Randy Nichols/Rory William Quigley/James Clay Jones, III[00:09.366]La música de Harry Fraud[00:11.651]Live from The Roxy, we got pink 10s and Oxys[00:13.986]Thorazine and morphine, blue jeans, no Versace[00:17.306]Brick of Phil Donahue, no Joanie and Chachi[00:20.300]Cook it up right in front of you, somethin' like Hibachi[00:23.332]Street life, pocket full of bands, mariachi[00:26.010]Three dice in my hand, look like I'm playin' Yahtzee[00:29.036]Plain-Jane Yachty, pushin' foreign like I'm Fivi'[00:31.955]Walkin' outta Neiman's like I inked a deal with Ghazi[00:34.728]Don't love no thotty, sellin' birds, catchin'bodies[00:37.159]Only sport I ever played, only a game, only a hobby[00:39.929]Hope all is well on that road, it gets kinda rocky[00:42.750]We call it hell 'cause my block is hotter than Wasabi[00:45.895]White, hard, and stucco, shit look like epoxy[00:48.766]I know these niggas wanna rob me, why I got my Glocky[00:51.607]But now, we Somerset trippin', catchin' bricks from papi[00:54.473]Money over my ex-bitch, I put that shit on Moxy[00:57.424]Yeah, I don't know what you all want from me (At all)[01:00.409]Stay to myself 'cause misery loves company[01:02.878]I know I turned my back on some people who tried to front on me (I know)[01:05.895]Yeah, 'cause misery loves company[01:08.698]Scarred by a lil' nigga I treated just like a son to me (Ah, damn)[01:11.491]Can't repeat what that nigga done to me, nah(Nah)[01:14.509]But I'm livin' my life comfortably[01:17.273]No one can see 'cause I know misery loves company[01:20.155]Just play my shit to start each morning (Yes)[01:22.652]Here go a brief warnin' (What?)[01:24.237]Why don't you turn your back when the streets callin'? (Damn)[01:26.519]The fiends movin' like they're sleepwalkin'[01:28.244]I don't sleep often, the cousin of death is rest in a cheap coffin (Nah)[01:31.574]Heard through the wire that we keep warrin' (Yeah)[01:33.983]But the words of Christopher Wallace in our heads is sayin', "Keep scorin'" (Yes)[01:37.413]Playin' Chris and Snoop in the hoopty while police swarmin'[01:40.131]We wanna be more, so we look for Wallace to be Jordan, huh[01:44.064]Now we pile up in sweet foreigns[01:45.967]Stoic killers that sign peace offerings, divide each portion[01:48.362]Savage, pourin' wine out of chic porcelain[01:51.994]Stay out my lane with that weak offense (Stay back)[01:55.374]A lion never slept in the jungle (Never)[01:57.470]Used to be feared till I read the definition of humble[02:00.281]Now I'm the greatest, I say it, never whisper or mumble[02:03.314]I stayed on the block when the stomach of my sister would rumbie (Ah)[02:06.108]Through constant repetition and struggle (Yeah)[02:08.882]Survived the game without a coach, exhibition, or huddle[02:11.219]My mission is subtle, I motivate, you ain't supposed to wait[02:14.211]You rather live in shit than have us witness you grippin' a shovel (That's real)[02:18.428]I'm like Van Gogh when his hands flow, but in a bando, I'm like Rambo when he land blows[02:23.110]Y'all niggas Sambos, I'm a godfather like Brando (Yeah)[02:25.805]Out in Saint-Tro' with a tanned ho and a Lambo[02:28.686]I think she Anglo, so I told her ass that she can't go[02:31.446]She on the 'Gram 'stead of watchin' her little man grow[02:34.475]Cut from a differenent cloth, you can only reap what your hands sow (That's it)[02:38.271]What's God givin' is Ran's flow
