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Hellucination

5.098

Hip-Hop/Rap

Hellucination wurde am 10. Januar 1995 von Nervous Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtDah Shinin'

Songdetails

AlbumDah Shinin'

Veröffentlichungsdatum10. Januar 1995

LabelNervous Records

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM95

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Smif-N-Wessun

Performer

Darrell Yates

Vocals

Tekomin Williams

Tekomin Williams

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Smif-N-Wessun

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Christian Delatour

Christian Delatour

Assistant Engineer

DJ Evil Dee

Producer

Da Beatminerz

Producer

David Carpenter

David Carpenter

Assistant Engineer

Joe Quincy

Engineer

Kieran Walsh

Engineer

Leo"Swift" Morris

Leo"Swift" Morris

Engineer

Lewis Tineo

Assistant Engineer

Max Vargas

Assistant Engineer

Naughty Cotto

Engineer

Wayne Anderson

Assistant Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]

Sittin' on the toilet, shittin', puffin' the dough

Strobe-light effect, everything's movin' slow

Slip into a deep zone, the sound of the phone bring me home

Stagger to my feet and motion toward the phone

Ayo Rippa, what up, ****? Check out this proposition

There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishin'

Whatever, ****, give me time to wash my ass

My hand been itchin' all day, fiendin' for the cash

Do what you gotta do 'cause I'm on my way in the car

'Cause when I get there, yo, we Audi like tomorrow

Right, right, easy

Now I'm off to the south, to get more info on this dough I heard about

Gotta make sure everything's secure

Can't let me and my man let these grands slip past our hands

The man's out heavy today

I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay

[Verse 2]

Damn, already high noon, the man's out

Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed, and bounce

Grabbed the fatigues, strapped on the generals

Proper attire for all criminals

Blazed up the clip, load up the four-fifth

If a boy riff, leave a body, dem stiff

Who the man there gwan rap pon my door?

Disturb me at work, only loaded up four

[Verse 3]

Ayo, it's me

Who that?

S-T, what up, G?

A'ight, hold up, son, let me put it back on safety

Ayo kid, it smells like fresh grown cess

Let's twist up some trees 'fore we jet

True, you know we keep a fat sack of sensi

Even though you know it make our pockets go empty

Well, all that's about to be solved in a few minutes

So whenever we finish, we gon' bag up this spinach

Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1

The dread around the corner just tried to blast Ruck and dun

I knew it, bad vibes flowin' like fluid

Forget about the dough, let's do this

I see you already strapped, pa

So, I'll meet you outside 'cause my gat's back in the car (Right)

How far must one go

Before I throw his whole entire life right out the window?

[Verse 4]

Yeah, yo

We got, we gotta step to our fitness now or never, dun

We gotta bring it to 'em, kid

No doubt we gon' bring it to 'em

Bad vibes is definitely in the air, kid (Yeah)

We gotta let 'em know, ****, what time it is

Let 'em know, let 'em know, a'ight

It can't happen like that, we're strong, for real, son

I'ma let 'em know

[Verse 5]

Him a dead bwoy and him don't even know

Yo, he looks like the dread that hooked us up on the low

What you say, fly?

Thinkin' out loud, just caught me in the zone

I'll tell you all about it on the way home

Whatever, I'ma send this **** to his essence

He's fuckin' with the family, know he gotta learn a lesson

And you know he ain't even yardie, right?

Some bwoy gwan get dead tonight

As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from the cannabis

**** 'bout to get scandalous

[Verse 6]

Ayo, 'sup, ayo, ayo, that's that **** right there, right?

Where, where?

Right up there, right by the store, yeah, that's his bitch-ass

Let that **** have it, kid

Yeah, son

Ah, that's what I'm talking about, boy

What the fuck, what the fuck?

[Verse 7]

Gotta be gone on the double

I think I seen 'em all tumble, but on the left there's trouble (What?)

Undercover had this build staked out (Oh shee-ot)

Watchin' the whole thing go down, yo, it's time to break out (Come on, son)

The four-fifth as I shift and drive

'Cause every man here might not leave alive

Son, why you stallin'? Hop on the ball and

Get us outta here before we be the next fallen

Right now, this whole shit is bugged, we the thugs

Yet the beast comin' up showin' **** love

Took our burners, gave a dap, let us bounce

Now it's back to the dog house to smoke the next ounce

[Verse 8]

Yo, yo, chill over there, these killers are on the set, man

Why you wildin', son?

Yo son, that shit is bugged on the real, son

Yo, where the Owls? Let me twist somethin' up real quick

[Verse 9]

Who could believe the beast left us alone

And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home?

And not only that kid, check how money that we just did

Was that connect for the cash

Them pigs musta had dibs for the stash

Now ain't that some shit for your ass?

Truth, say I never liked his pretty ass anyway

But that shit with the pigs cold made my day

Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast

Even watch for them ones so-called the beast

But anyway, you know we high right now

Doin' it like this, the original crook style

Written by: Smif-N-Wessun

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