Tryin 2 Do Something - マスター P：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Tryin 2 Do Something

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Tryin 2 Do Somethingは、アルバム『』の一部として1997年1月1日にPriority RecordsによりリリースされましたGhetto D 10th Anniversary

曲の詳細

アルバムGhetto D 10th Anniversary

リリース日1997年1月1日

レーベルPriority Records

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

Master P

Performer

Fiend

Rap

Mac

Rap

Mo B. Dick

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Master P

Composer

Ernie Isley

Composer

O'Kelly Isley Jr.

O'Kelly Isley Jr.

Composer

C. Jasper

Composer

Richard Jones

Composer

Mckinley Phipps Jr.

Mckinley Phipps Jr.

Composer

Rudolph Isley

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound

DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound

Producer

DJ Darrel

Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]

Do that to one of those tenderonies

And, uh, that mean you tryin' 2 do something

I'm tryin' 2 do something, y'all feel that?

[Verse 2]

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'

I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'

I'ma be blunt with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

[Verse 3]

Maybe it's the bud in me or the thug in P

Got these ghetto hotties wanna putting they love in me

I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated

Screamin', No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it

Relax, shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger

Come close to a ****, let the P seduce ya

Work it like a Solo Flex, say you need a ruff-neck

Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex

[Verse 4]

I want you to open your legs as wide as you could

So I can hit you from the back with this nickel-plated wood

Up and down like a rollercoaster

From your stomach to your back, let a gangsta poke ya

I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got my straps

Nine months later, we ain't bustin' no caps

Crispy clean, no strings attached

Little bump and grind, miss thang, is you with that?

[Verse 5]

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'

I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'

I'ma be blunt with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

[Verse 6]

I heard you want a real man

So won't you lay up there and give me the chance

I ain't sayin' romance, girl, but you got can be enhanced

I'm matured enough and I ain't 'proach you for nothin'

And the reason I came up off me 'cause you workin' with somethin'

Now I done had a lil' herb and I done built the nerve

On top of that, my head tight from everything the bar serve

I'm pitchin' 'cause your curves got me wantin' to slide home

And prove that I could flip other things besides zones

[Verse 7]

Tell your girls you're gone, baby, you gots to roam

Who leavin' with fiends, he get it on, get it on

You could make me moan, so you up for screwin' me

Please use ingenuity when you doin' me

Damn, your dress in blues, with your matchin' hat and shoes

Pretty legs but knees gon' get bruised

Neither one get used, and you cut the bullshits and bluffin's

Straight to the point, shorty, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

[Verse 8]

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'

I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'

I'ma be blunt with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

[Verse 9]

Back stage at the concerts, you're peepin'

You wanted me to see you and I'm thinkin' about creepin'

Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone

Hotel booked and I don't wanna be alone

Maybe it's the tone got me visualizin' this song

Camouflage love all night, makin' me moan

Thug passion, in the backseat rippin' off your fashion

Run and tell your girls 'bout your night with the assassin

[Verse 10]

I'm here tonight and the vibe is right

Red and blue lights are glowin' over Brian McKnight

But tomorrow's my flight and I'll be outta your sight

Take my address down so you can write

But for now lets do somethin'

Fuck the frontin' and the talkin'

My dogs just about barkin'

Take your outfit off and put the soldier shit on

And go to war with me

Pager number's on the desk, hit me when you're tryin 2 do something

[Verse 11]

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

And if I could I would, and I ain't even frontin'

I'ma be real with ya, look, I'm tryin 2 do something

Say black, the eye contact that you and I share

Make me wanna be real and make these **** disappear

Written by: C. Jasper, Ernie Isley, Master P, Mckinley Phipps Jr., O'Kelly Isley Jr., Richard Jones, Rudolph Isley

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