Automatic - E-40 & ファボラス：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

E-40 & ファボラス

Automatic

32,641

Hip-Hop/Rap

Automaticは、アルバム『』の一部として2002年7月9日にSick Wid ItによりリリースされましたThe Ballatician - Grit & Grind

曲の詳細

アルバムThe Ballatician - Grit & Grind

リリース日2002年7月9日

レーベルSick Wid It

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM96

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

E-40

Performer

Fabolous

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Earl Stevens

Composer

Ricardo Thomas

Composer

Harold E. Davis

Harold E. Davis

Composer

Donald Fletcher

Donald Fletcher

Composer

Weldon D. Parks

Weldon D. Parks

Composer

Kenneth Gamble

Composer

Leon Huff

Composer

Anthony Jackson

Anthony Jackson

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rick Rock

Producer

Dale Everingham

Dale Everingham

Recording Engineer

Andrew Seidel

Recording Engineer

Chairman of The Boards "Duro"

Chairman of The Boards "Duro"

Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Automatic systematic (Systematic)

Do what you do playa (Playa)

Just keep that money on ya mind

(On ya mind)

In the traffic, baller status

(Baller status)

Do what you do playa

(What you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

(On the grind)

Portable scales checkin' my mail

Avoidin' the law stayin' out of jail

Possession of sales, pocket all sales

Conspiracy charges, paper trails

Layin' the real

'Cause I don't write nothin' down

I keep it all in my head, intelligent

About my business

Memory like an elephant

Chasin' a dream, schemin' for cream

Special weapons and tactics team

AR-15's and infrared beams

Pointed at domes, backs and spleens

Fire hydrants, ambulance sirens

Suspended license, police indictments

Righteously what it all boils down to

Is basically who's the wisest

Ooh my heart made of granite

Slow down my spit

So you squares can understand it

I didn't come in here empty-handed

(Empty-handed)

I came in here on business

And y'all gone retrospect damn it

Been out the game, did that mane

Vallejo I claim, made the name

Feel my pain, ghetto fame

Magazine street hustla mayne

Messin' around in the fast lane

Chevys, Cougars and Mustangs

Novas, Granadas and Falcons

Project livin' in public housin'

Automatic systematic (Systematic)

Do what you do playa (Playa)

Just keep that money on ya mind

(I got my mind on my money)

(And my money on my mind uh)

In the traffic, baller status uh

(Baller status)

Do what you do playa

(What you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

(On the grind)

Yeah ladies and gentlemen (Yeah, uh)

It's ghetto F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy

Bustas hate me

'Cause I f****d they breezies

Playboy these Tec's spray easy

Like you don't know the hoodrat

Hugh Hef play greasy (Oh)

I get money on the grind

So if got ya mind on my money (Uh-huh)

I put some money on ya mind (Yeah)

Ya honey gone be mine (Uh-huh)

'Cause ya diamond forecast

Is partly cloudy

The kids look sunny on the shine

I'm gettin' ticked off again

Y'all must like ridin'

In long black Caddies

That they stick coffins in

The clique often been, (Uh-huh)

Blowin' sticky

That come in the same jars

That they stick coffee in

I got chicks offerin'

But I play hard to get

Unless they suck me

'Til my dick soft again

You lookin' at the way (Uh-huh)

The coast to coast G

Do it from the Brooklyn to the Bay

Bring the hook in by the way oh

Automatic systematic (Systematic)

Do what you do playa (Playa)

Just keep that money on ya mind

(On ya mind)

In the traffic, baller status

(Baller status)

Do what you do playa

(What you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

(Uh-uh on the grind)

To all you playas out there hustlin'

Muhfucker (Hustlin', hustlin')

And all my thugs that be thuggin'

(Alright, come on)

(Uh-uh thuggin)

To all you playas that be hustlin'

(Uh yeah, uh-huh)

(Out there hustlin')

And all my thugs that be thuggin'

(Please believe it, believe it please)

(Thuggin')

Yeah it don't matter if you locin' or bleedin'

Whether it's Backwoods or Zig-Zags

You're smokin' your weed in

You slow pokin' or speedin'

All that counts to these muhfuckers is

If you broke or succeedin' (Uh-huh)

I'm gettin' used to strokin' and sweetin' (Uh-huh)

Pokin' and skeetin' (Uh-huh)

Stayin' focused while feedin' (Uh-huh)

So I don't choke what I'm eatin'

I'm lookin' for towns

To put the coke and the weed in

To sit with white folks in a meetin'

Please believe it

(Badabababa-ba-badababa-bang-bang)

I used to sell tapes up out my trunk

And slang 'caine (Boom)

Respected on the streets before the fame (Boom)

Ain't nothin' lame, or game goofy

About my game (Boom)

Paid my dues, obeyed the rules

Stuck to the script, me and the clique

All of my fellas and all of my dogs

Ridin' on mustard and mayonaise

On vogues fillin' em up, sittin' em down

Flossin' and bossin' all over the town

Hardest eight measures

You ever heard in your life

Man write that down (Write that down)

Automatic systematic (Systematic)

Do what you do playa (Playa)

Just keep that money on ya mind

(On ya mind)

In the traffic, baller status

(Baller status)

Do what you do playa

(What you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

(On the grind)

To all you playas out there hustlin'

(Hustlin', hustlin')

And all my thugs that be thuggin'

(Thuggin' thuggin')

To all you playas that be hustlin'

(Out there hustlin', hustlin')

And all my thugs that be thuggin'

(Thuggin' thuggin')

(Ooh)

Written by: Anthony Jackson, Donald Fletcher, Earl Stevens, Harold E. Davis, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, Ricardo Thomas, Weldon D. Parks

Loading...