ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Brother
Little Brother
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Ingram
A. Ingram
Songwriter
C. Tyson
C. Tyson
Songwriter
Henry Cosby
Henry Cosby
Songwriter
J. Mitchell
J. Mitchell
Songwriter
S. May
S. May
Songwriter
M. Willis
M. Willis
Songwriter
T. Jones
T. Jones
Songwriter
Patrick Douthit
Patrick Douthit
Songwriter
P. Coleman
P. Coleman
Songwriter
Vicky Basemore
Vicky Basemore
Songwriter

歌詞

[Verse 1]
LB Business
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
One half of the away team
And right now, you in tune to the biggest colored show on Earth
The mystery show, ****
[Verse 2]
I can't afford to not record
So I call my nig' Khrysis, tell him hit the boards
Then I call Tay, put the pedal to the floor
'Fore we do the shop gotta stop by the store
I'm on my knees, gotta go to the Lord (Dear Father)
I pray to you, these **** gon' pay for it
Al then times that I went ignored
So what, it wasn't twenty, but I still scored
My still scorned and my mind is focused
So this serves as warning to protest
Any verse disperse is sicker than the first
And it's no treatment for this disorder
Carolina's number one reporter
A **** who's back with a vengeance, better run for the border (Run)
Or head for the hills, or duck and seek cover
Who else gon' make it hot his summer, it's LB, ****
[Verse 3]
They can't stop me, nah, they can't stop me
They keep playin', keep sayin' I'm cocky
They keep tryin', but too tired to top me
Their best bet is to fall back and watch me
They can't stop me, dawg, they can't stop me
They keep playin', keep sayin' I'm cocky
They keep tryin', but too tired to top me
Their best bet is to fall back and watch me
[Verse 4]
Uh (Whoo)
Ain't no need in gettin' teary eyed
Tay's the illest, point blank, period
Plus, I got **** in D.C.
That'll hit you for 3 G's and a box of Yum's carry out
Outlook lookin' scary now
They was frontin' before, but now they seein' that we serious
This ain't a peace talk, so muhfucka, save your sweet talk
For reservations at the Marriott
They say, birds of feather often flock together
But me and Big Pooh rock together
And if not forever, I'ma reach to the sky
And keep flyin' high like we got propellers
[Verse 5]
"Goddamn, y'all boys doin' it", they stop to tell us
And if God propel us to the top I won't go pop
No need to act a fool in public
'Cause when you ego trip, you just lose your luggage, and well
I ain't got no time to play wit' ya
I'm Phonte, international stage ripper done
Made friends and made figures
While you stuck on the front porch mad
Like you fixin' to shave mister
That's reality, so color me purple
My name in history, ****, that's all I work for
Better keep it movin' like the laws of inertia
'Fore these Carolina boys come hurt ya
Better tell 'em 'bout it
[Verse 6]
They can't stop me, nah, they can't stop me
They keep playin', keep sayin' I'm cocky
They keep tryin', but too tired to top me
Their best bet is to fall back and watch me
They can't stop me, dawg, they can't stop me
They keep playin', keep sayin' I'm cocky
They keep tryin', but too tired to top me
Their best bet is to fall back and watch me
Written by: A. Ingram, C. Tyson, Henry Cosby, J. Mitchell, M. Willis, P. Coleman, Patrick Douthit, S. May, T. Jones, Vicky Basemore
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