Freestyle 2は、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2008年1月1日にSwishahouseによりリリースされましたRolling Strapped 2K4
BPM69
メロディック度
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アコースティック度
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ヴァランス
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ダンサビリティ
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エネルギー
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歌詞
What are folks for life, if we body-body like Pete
On the corner, I got back at West Montgomery
Go and see the Acres up Northside to the fullest
If I have a hater in the midst, the bricks got a bullet
Go deep down, quickly, we need those with ticket
Drive Diamond, Drove panther outside so I hit you
Swear to do back on my terrors, calve my ears
I'll let that boy pop-up when I need It for tears
Moving Jiggy on my shit, dipping sticks in the peel
Got an ounce of the weed and the feel for the head
Play amazing grace, have frozen face
It don't matter how look if you driving crazy
**** East of Nine-eight, Acres home from your pain
I got these hoes hollering 'bout, "How you do them things?"
Yo, Still Mario, I take over the city
You know what I'm talking about
I'm taking trips across the world, watch this young **** glide
Water World, here I come, 'cause I gots to get fried
I'm doing things, having things, diamond rings, holy grain
Pop trunk, sitting crooked on that North, man
****, we some G's, smoking on trees
Sitting behind that tint so they can't see who it be
I'ma do some shit that you **** be dreaming of
Got four or five hoes smoking dip in my bathtub
**** still hating, wanna be in my shoes
Can't be a player and a hater, ****, you gotta choose
Fucking bitches, making money and it ain't no thing
Got these **** hollering, "How you be doing them things?"
It's that boy Slim Thug, what's up homes, Steve?
Yeah, we holding it down, baby, for this '98
You know what I'm saying?
I'm talking about getting mine, so I'm out on the grind
I got it on my mind that it's time to shine
A dope fiend for the green, no, I can't be broke
Gotta pay my baller bills for what I drink and I smoke
This Northside scene flipper be a wet daddy dipper
Visor screens on and I'm watching Jack Tripper
Hands clutching on the grain, got a license to swing
When you see my top drop, just remember my name
Doing things on the flow with that boy Mario
A Optimo, we gon' blow before every show
Gotta stay in the zone, get my lean on
Find a fine freak to exercise my bone
The Slim Thug, 17, living like a king
Brand new two-story with a fifty-inch screen
Promethazine and codeine be the drink I adore
I'ma snort a bar of soda, come into your corner store
Flipping in my P.A, my shit's outta sight
Not watching VCR, 'cause I got a satellite
Crooked belts, crooked grill, crooked fifth wheel
Sitting crooked, popping trunk on Sugar Hill
Riding through the city woods, all the way to Acres Home
Blowing snow, sitting low, on my Vogues on chrome
I got braids on my dome, boded down tightly
All compliments get mailed to the nightly
Make the whole world like me when I open my mouth
Born and raised on the North, but I don't knock the South
Like I said before, I got it on my mind
That this is the time that the Slim Thug shine
Know what I'm saying?
And this Swishahouse record, you know what I'm talking about?
Going live, baby, we ain't tripping
Here I come, better run, grab a gun if you can
Three wheel, pop pill, wood wheel in one hand
Break 'em off, bodies fall off when I grab my pistol
Launching missiles, better run, better hear that cop whistle
He gon' say it, he gon' help it, better duck if you see me
Breaking boys off, drooping side the sky colored TV
Flip and drop, wreck your block, let it pop, throw 'em up
Serving cup, breaking 'em up, motherfucker, what's up?
It's that pig lunatic, riding on buckskin
My damn skin is my sin, three wheel on i-ten
I'm holding up traffic, these damn feathers got drastic
I'm hauling bodies off from that damn office of plastic
I represent the real, four-four, Acres Home
I'ma break them boys off, riding on the chrome
Raise it up, let it drop, let your fifth wheel drag
Boppers nag, hoes brag, got a buttered lump and rag
On my leg, never been wack, crumble crack when I flip
Ruger rip, bodies been dipped, wet like that boy Flip
Like that Smith and!
That boy done fell off, man
I ain't tripping, though
Get that pipe, baby
Northside for life, I be that Homestead bandit
Draped in drip on my candy, you know that I'm dancing
Lane to lane, got to swang when I grip on my grain
Coming down, leaving pain, ask if my ass catch a stain
On the main when I glide, gold Glock, I stay tripped
I bucked up 'cause I'm fried, gone off of them dip
Now let me grab the wheel, pop the pill and lean on the grain
Coming down South, mayne, hit the stain, it's a shame
Way I do it, it's my flows
Stay drunk on that lean
A-G for life, I'm gonna grow-up to keep the seed
Up in my cup, on my buck, we gon' chunk up the hood
Coming through the damn park, diamonds shining, looking good
We chiming, Northside for life, you know that we all thugs
Grip the grain, pop the pill, on the grind slanging drugs
Pulled up, popped the trunk, I'ma go act my ass
Step out, and I'm dancing, sitting high on my glass
When I hit the damn'stead, you know that I'm shining
Get up, pop trunk, my fifth wheel reclining
When I hit the damn'stead, I'm leaning on threes
Big Red in the house, I'm a down-ass G
Gotta go far, sip the barre, with my yellow Bona Starre
Jump on my damn foreign, the A-I-R
On my feet, it's the Nikes, you know that I'm shining
Pull up at the red light, kid just reclining
When I grip on the grain, got my-nine by my side
Southside ain't gon' plex, Northside, we stay fried
Packing holes, sipping fours, we on the grind
Pimping hoes, sipping fours, we gots to shine
Nine-eight, I'ma come down, gripping the grain
Nine-nine, I'ma come down, slanging my 'caine
Gotta protect my shit, I took the kit, you know I go real
When I grab the damn mic, I didn't pop pills
I'ma come down, you know I'm just real
Late night, we just clowning, we popping the pills
We ain't sipping, but we freestyling, we flowing in this bitch
I'm coming down dripping drip, you know I'm on the switch
I gots to hit the damn button, lick the fan
Going down like that, baby
All these **** up in here real, you know I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' break 'em off, Northside for life, you know I'm saying?
All my **** hitting that Cappa, you know I'm talking 'bout?
Northside, making that trunk wave, ****
Know I'm talking 'bout?
It's going down, baby
Yes sir, Northside for life
Pay them boys off and let them
Them **** see that Acre's Home in the tint, player
It's going down
Taking it like, like a player
Taking it like, like a player (okay, baby, take it like a player)
Taking it like, like a player
Taking it like, like a player
Taking it like, like a player
Taking it like, like a player
Taking it like, like a player
Taking it like, like a player
Yeah, making you **** take it like a player, huh?
It's that boy Slim Thug and that Lil Mario
With that J-Dawg, that **** Pick, and that Big Red
Them **** representing from Acres
Home all the way over here to Homestead
You know I'm saying?
Next up to bat with y'all motherfuckers is that boy Derrick
Written by: Alison Elizabeth Goldfrapp, Caroline Adelaide Shaw, Cydel Charles Young, Jerome Christophe Potter, Kanye Omari West, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Michael G. Dean, Noah D. Goldstein, Robert Milton Locke, Ross Matthew Birchard, Samuel Zadoc Griesemer, Sidney Royel Selby Iii, Trevor Michael Gureckis, Will Gregory, William Timothy Norfolk
