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BPM67
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A.B.N.
Performer
Z-Ro
Performer
Trae tha Truth
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frazier Othel Thompson III
Songwriter
Joseph McVey
Songwriter
歌詞
[Verse 1]
I'm a gangsta, my ****, from my head to my feet
Ever since I was a young'un, I've been livin' in the streets
Keep it movin', you don't wanna get into it with me
I can get your whole family wiped out for less than a G
The OG stands for Organized General
I'm street educated and graduated to a criminal
I'll make it rain, but I ain't talkin' about money from the sky
I'm talkin' about everybody dyin'
[Verse 2]
I'm the Mo City don, and the king of the ghetto
Z-Ro is a one-man team in the ghetto
Had dope in my palm, gettin' green in the ghetto
A million dollars that is still seen in the ghetto
Got a truck full of artillery ready to reach out and touch somebody
I'm insane in the membrane, I don't have positive thoughts
The only thing I can picture is fuckin' up somebody
I walk like I'm bad, because I know I can
Ain't got a reason to fear it if it's a man
.45 in my left hand, FN in my right hand
.357 in my other hand
Because I never figured we got a trigger happy ****
You should not fuck me
Happy holidays to ya, 'cause I'm about to open
Your muthafuckin' ass up like a Christmas gift
[Verse 3]
'Cause it ain't no love, no love
Y'all fellas was holdin y'all nuts on us
Wanna see us doin' bad, so I know y'all can't stand the fact
That Trae and Z-Ro earn the stacks back to back
****, we still in the hood
Ride around drippin' with the steel in the hood
I remember we used to rob and steal in the hood
I'm an Asshole By Nature, I make it rain real good
Real good
[Verse 4]
Ro and Trae, Assholes By Nature, no doubt
Motherfucker, can you stand the rain?
'Cause if we spray these K's, we gon' shut your block down
Tell me, ****, can you stand the rain?
[Verse 5]
Let it be known, I remember what it was from day one
So I still don't give a damn about nothin' out here
I've been a asshole all of my life and I remain to be real
While these other **** stuntin' out here
I ain't never been the one to try and fit in
If I wanna spot, I guarantee you I'ma get in
You ain't never seen the type of drama that I live in
I'ma be the first to get the K and pop the clip in
And I got the same attitude that I had last year
If you don't like it, fuck you, now, bitch, get that clear
I never let a ho **** try to get past here
Ain't nothin' that you gotta stop, one stash here
So I run around feelin' like I can't be stopped
Ready for the **** thinkin' that he can't be popped
Throwin' bullets out that's too big to be blocked
In and out of these kind of like birds in a flock
When the rain fallin', can you handle the pressure?
If you get wet, it's gon' do more than stress you
You can run but they still gon' catch you
Better chill 'fore I decide to test you
I'm in a place that you probably never think about
Zonin', mind floatin' in another stage
So it'll be best to let me do me
'Fore I click and take it to another page
[Verse 6]
Ro and Trae, Assholes By Nature, no doubt
Motherfucker, can you stand the rain?
'Cause if we spray these K's, we gon' shut your block down
Tell me, ****, can you stand the rain?
[Verse 7]
Leave me the fuck alone, I ain't friendly, bitch
I roll one deep in the Bentley, yeah the Biarritz
I damn near break my back turnin' these crumbs into bricks
Tryna' get a thousand dollars out of twenty-five cents
There ain't a hood in H-town I can't ride through
Maneuver through my city with the moves and five tools
They say I'm a celebrity with diamonds that'll blind you
You can see me doin' the fast food in the drive-thru
But don't try to jack me, I wouldn't advise it
My hammer cocked back, I stay ready for surprises
My bond money stay ready to bail me out
When my homeboys sell me out
[Verse 8]
I'ma hop in the hoop like a troop, then I shoot like Wade
Ain't no tellin' 'bout how many of these shots I've made
It be the same routine when any block get sprayed
When I release the weight, don't nothin' get saved
A.B.N. is the gang, talk to us real loud
We the ones that make a **** get it up and go hide
I was taught to never put the bullshit to the side
'Fore you start, better ask the last one who tried
Still T-R-A-E, never gon' switch
Ain't never been a punk, never will be a bitch
So they better get it right 'fore I take it to the trunk
And bring the K out, then try to leave the whole block blitzed
[Verse 9]
When I load my AK, you bitch **** gon' lay, hey
When I load my AK, you bitch **** gon' lay, hey
When I load my AK, you bitch **** gon' lay, hey
When we load these K's
[Verse 10]
Ro and Trae, Assholes By Nature, no doubt
Motherfucker, can you stand the rain?
'Cause if we spray these K's, we gon' shut your block down
Tell me, ****, can you stand the rain?
[Verse 11]
When I load my AK, you bitch **** gon' lay, hey
When I load my AK, you bitch **** gon' lay, hey
When I load my AK, you bitch **** gon' lay, hey
When we load these K's
Written by: A.B.N., F. Thompson, Joseph W. McVey, L. Williams

