Live from the Roxy (feat. Boldy James) - Ransom/Harry Fraud.mp3

[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