This Pimp
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This Pimpは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2002年7月16日にLOUD/ColumbiaによりリリースされましたLayin' Da Smack Down (Explicit Version)
メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Pat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Juicy J
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
歌詞
Moneymaker, you gotta go to work tonight, you know that right?
Ho: “ I don't wanna go to work tonight, my feet hurt. ”
Yo feet hurt? “I don't feel good.”
Ho you need to be tryin' to walk a motherfuckin' hole in your motherfuckin' sole, before I do like my **** motherfuckin pimpin' (kid?) and give your ass a Chinese name "Wun gon", you know I'm sayin', you do know what I'm saying, don't ya ho?
Ho, I know you got this loot, fuck around, make me shoot
Up like I'm a rocket, yea I knock it when I hit them boots
Make that pussy wetter than running like a faucet tap
Though we get ya stupid then, yo face is gonna get a slap
Thorough breds are on the map, pimps are riding checky tramps
Prostituting, straight-up looting, table dances in ya lap
Keep a cough drop in ya cap, like the way that booty flap
Nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap
Take me off the weight of fame, I'mma let you run ya game
But if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
Swang a fist bout a her eye, kiss my dick never good-bye
Fuck around and break ya leg ho if ya tell a lie
Biggest booty in the club-ah, I'm the dad, you the mother
Out here corning like no other, you's a freaky muthafucka
What they used to say to ya, hooker now they paying ya
Me and you done falled off broke, yea that's what they praying for
You don't never wanna try (this pimp, this pimp)
I'll bust yo head, you tell a lie (don't trip, don't trip)
I'mma look you in ya eye (and take grip, and take grip)
You get wrong you receive (a fat lip, a fat lip)
You don't never wanna try (this pimp, this pimp)
I'll bust yo head, you tell a lie (don't trip, don't trip)
I'mma look you in ya eye (and take grip, and take grip)
You get wrong you receive (a fat lip, a fat lip)
I'm 'bout to whoop on this maggot means nothing bitch
Got a cute little face and a tight little switch
Getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a million
Tired just from now, 'cause she a civilian
Not a soldier to this army'll make ya change
Come up shorter and your face I'mma rearrange
You was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
I was bumpin' me some ruffin' in the changer
Swollen eyes, busted lips, but you know I'm loving you
In the club shakin' hips, every day I'm cussing you
Bitch, I'm never trusting you, that's because I'm smart ho
Other **** give ya cheese, they ain't got no heart though
Ho, I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse
Break you like a cash register, then put in hearse
Conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
That I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me
You don't never wanna try (this pimp, this pimp)
I'll bust yo head, you tell a lie (don't trip, don't trip)
I'mma look you in ya eye (and take grip, and take grip)
You get wrong you receive (a fat lip, a fat lip)
You don't never wanna try (this pimp, this pimp)
I'll bust yo head, you tell a lie (don't trip, don't trip)
I'mma look you in ya eye (and take grip, and take grip)
You get wrong you receive (a fat lip, a fat lip)
Peter pipper beat the bitch, sweeped her in the conflict
Through the town spit his game, introduced her to a trick
Make-up ho like a queen, cooking cakes candy rings
Feeling up her pussy hole, rub her for the dingalings
But the ho didn't meet her quota, so I walked out in an order
Break away from getting slapped, start running for the border
Known to whip you out your draws, bitch done went and told them laws
Got domestic violent charge, in the morning out them bars
Duck **** hate this shit, catch 'em going quack quack
Try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back
But it ain't gone happen, 'cause the playas out here rapping
To these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
Head cracking in a brick wall got me in a midst brawl
Showing out in front of folk, that'll make me kill ya'll
Muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something
Turn right around, hey ho, let me hold something
You don't never wanna try (this pimp, this pimp, this pimp)
Written by: Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Patrick Houston

